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Chapter 3917 4.1517 Heartbreaking 2

Mother, your son is back!

Mother, you must wait for your son!

Duan Yue galloped wildly, oblivious to the increasingly heavy, cold rain. He felt a chilling sensation throughout his body, and his face was inexplicably wet.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!" The Imperial Forest Guard Commander sped up, shouting while trying to persuade him, "Your Highness, the rain is too heavy! Perhaps wait until later..."

With such heavy rain, climbing the mountain now truly felt like seeking punishment.

Duan Yue, however, ignored their voices, urging his horse onward up the mountain path.

Midway, a small mudslide, caused by the torrential rain, forced him to abandon his spirit horse and continue running up the mountain trail on foot.

No one dared to look away, their eyes fixed on the purple figure before them, but how could they keep up with his sudden burst of speed?

A group of panicked guards immediately discarded their horses as well, rushing on foot after His Highness up the mountain, continuously shouting, "Your Highness, Your Highness!"

At this moment, Duan Yue could hear nothing else. The wind, the rain, the shouts—none of it existed in his world.

The world before his eyes was a desolate, pale white.

White, white, everything was white, blindingly white.

Ahead, hundreds of people were bustling with the grand burial of the Consort. The kneeling noblewomen, some weeping, some chanting, all bowed to the ground, appearing extremely devout.

But in his eyes, he saw none of them.

Duan Yue only saw a coffin placed in the center, with two rows of guards standing rigidly like pines before the Imperial Mausoleum gate.

The wind and rain, at this instant, seemed particularly silent.

Duan Yue's body swayed. The small brocade box, tightly clutched in his hand, also fell with a "thump" into the rainy ground.

Long-absent tears streamed down his face, flowing freely and silently.

His beautiful eyes, once shimmering with light, were now desolate and ruined, as if a gust of wind could easily topple him to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, perhaps not expecting the Fourth Prince to appear so suddenly, catching them off guard.

Duan Yue, like a wandering soul, stumbled through the kneeling crowd. He reached out a pale finger, slowly caressed his mother's coffin, and heavily knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness!" Madam Lin, Consort Duan's close old wet nurse, immediately rushed to him, tears streaming down her face, sobbing bitterly. "You've finally returned."

"Thank heavens you could make it to send Consort Mother off for the last time," Madam Lin cried uncontrollably.

Duan Yue, however, ignored her. He simply pushed open the coffin lid, gazed at his mother's serene sleeping face, and a glistening tear "splashed" onto his mother's hand.

"Mother," Duan Yue leaned on the coffin, sobbing in a low voice, "Your son is back."

"Mother, your son is back." He reached out both hands, wanting to embrace his mother from the coffin.

Madam Lin and the others quickly tried to stop him. "Your Highness, Consort Mother needs to be interred, Your Highness."

"Mother, your son is back!" Duan Yue forcefully pushed away the many hands around him, insisting on pulling Consort Duan out of the coffin. He held her tightly in his embrace, his voice choked with emotion. "Mother, your son... is back."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please control your grief. Consort Mother is gone! Please let her rest in peace. Your Highness!"

"Lies! You're all lying!" Duan Yue forcefully pushed away Madam Lin's arms, roaring, "My mother isn't dead! My mother won't die! Where are the Alchemists?! Where are the Physicians?! I want the best alchemists in the world! They can definitely save my mother!"