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Chapter 3916 4.1516 Heartbreaking 1

Duan Yue's head snapped around, his cold gaze fixing on Yuanzhen.

His voice trembled slightly, his long brows furrowed, and he asked, word by word, very clearly, "My mother, where is she?"

Yuanzhen heavily kowtowed to the ground, her voice trembling. "This servant wouldn't dare deceive Your Highness. Consort Mother, Consort Mother... is currently at, at the Lone Mountain Imperial Mausoleum, undergoing the... the grand burial rites..."

Duan Yue staggered, nearly falling backward.

Little Kezi, who was clutching his leg, quickly reached out to support him, calling out tremblingly, "Your Highness?"

Duan Yue shook his head, tightly clutching the small brocade box in his hand, his face turning as white as paper. "You're lying!"

He whispered these three words coldly, one by one, repeating them over and over, then roared, "You're lying!"

"This servant, this servant wouldn't dare deceive Your Highness!" Yuanzhen heavily kowtowed to the ground again, tears streaming down her face.

"You're lying!" Duan Yue roared, retreating several steps.

He suddenly turned and burst out, grabbing a spirit horse from under the corridor, leaping onto its back, and galloping away.

His long, flowing purple robe cut an arc in the wind.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!" Little Kezi immediately scrambled up in a panic, running a few steps frantically, then quickly turned back to the stunned eunuchs behind him. "Quick, quick, report to His Majesty! Quick, quick, send guards to follow His Highness!"

Duan Yue galloped out of the palace, urging his horse towards the Imperial City's North Gate. His fingers gripped the reins, his knuckles slightly whitened.

In his gentle, watery peach blossom eyes, there was now intense anxiety and disbelief.

Impossible, he didn't believe it.

He didn't believe it, didn't believe it, didn't believe it!

He had seen his mother just before he left the palace for Phoenix Wood Forest, and she had been perfectly fine, not a single thing wrong.

What kind of joke was this? A perfectly fine person, why would she be undergoing a grand burial?

They must be lying to him, lying to him, lying to him!

He spurred his horse, galloping towards the city's North Gate. Behind him, a group of swiftly moving Imperial Forest Guards followed, continuously shouting at the city gate, "Open the city gates quickly! Open the city gates quickly! Prince Chen is leaving the city!"

It was still early, and a large crowd had gathered both inside and outside the city gate, waiting to enter and exit.

When the sound of hooves echoed in the morning light, everyone instinctively moved to the sides.

The city gate's hinges creaked, and the heavy gates were pushed open by the city guards.

Everyone looked back to see a young man in purple, elegant and unworldly, holding a dark horsewhip, with a dashing demeanor and handsome face, charging out of the open city gate at top speed, leading the way on his horse.

A large group of Imperial Forest Guards immediately followed, swiftly chasing the spirit horse ahead.

It was a long time before the stunned crowd began to murmur and exclaim in low voices.

"Who was that?" A gentle voice came from inside a small green palanquin by the roadside.

A maid stepped forward, respectfully bowing her head. "Reporting to Young Miss, the one who just passed was His Highness Prince Chen."

What a peerlessly elegant, naturally refined Prince Chen.

Two jade-like fingers gently lifted a corner of the palanquin curtain, and her gaze slowly turned towards the city gate.

The young man's figure was nowhere to be seen, having long since vanished without a trace.

Duan Yue galloped out of the North City Gate, and the fine, gadfly-like rain in the air began to condense into beads, then lines, gradually growing heavier.

He had no time for anything else. His fingers tightly clutched the reins, his thin lips pressed together as he looked down at the small brocade box held in his palm.