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Chapter 3918 4.1518 Heartbreaking 3

Duan Yue urgently got up, holding Consort Duan, and as if remembering something, he roared, "Prepare a carriage, prepare a carriage! The fastest flying spirit beast in all of Cangzhou!"

"I'm going to Divine Land! I'm going to Divine Land!" To find Qiao Qiao, to find Qiao Qiao to save Mother!

The whole world might not be able to save his mother, but Qiao Qiao definitely could!

Qiao Qiao would definitely help him, she would definitely help him!

"The Soul Reversion Pill! The Soul Reversion Pill can definitely save my mother! The Soul Reversion Pill definitely..."

"Your Highness!!" Madam Lin collapsed to her knees, weeping, clutching Duan Yue's robe tightly, speaking brokenly, word by word. "Consort Mother was just an ordinary person. When she's gone, she's gone. Her fragrance faded, her soul long dispersed."

Madam Lin had never even heard of a Soul Reversion Pill, but she assumed it must be a high-level resurrection technique for cultivators.

But Consort Duan was just an ordinary person. What kind of pill would help an ordinary person after death? At most, while alive, they could take some longevity-extending pills.

As for after death, cultivators had soul bodies that could be repaired. Where would an ordinary person go to repair their soul?

Duan Yue stumbled and collapsed beside the coffin, holding his mother, staring blankly.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Duan Yue shook his head, holding Consort Duan's cold body, tears falling, drop by drop, onto his mother's cheeks.

"Mother, don't leave your son." Duan Yue whispered, holding Consort Duan's icy body, forcefully pushing away the hands of others who came to support him.

"Don't leave your son, Mother." Duan Yue shook his head.

"Don't leave your son, Mother, don't leave me." Duan Yue shook his head again, murmuring pitifully, "I'm all alone now."

He lowered his head, holding Consort Duan horizontally in his arms, his entire body curled up against the coffin, as lonely as a lost cub, breaking everyone's heart.

"Your Highness, don't be like this, Your Highness. If you look like this, Consort Mother won't rest in peace when she leaves, Your Highness."

Duan Yue pressed his head tightly against Consort Duan's head, adorned with tinkling hairpins, as if that would allow him to feel that his mother's breathing hadn't stopped.

As if doing so would allow him to be closer to his mother.

He pushed away Madam Lin's hand, stubbornly holding his mother, shaking his head, and shaking his head again.

Even the coldest rain could not compare to the coldness in his heart at this moment.

Above, thunder rumbled, and torrential rain poured down. The noblewomen in their straw cloaks secretly complained bitterly.

Glancing furtively at the Fourth Prince again, they couldn't help but sigh with regret.

According to later historical records, the Fourth Son of Emperor Cang, with his extraordinary talent, keen mind, and wisdom, was an exceptional individual.

Upon the demise of his mother, Consort Duan, the Fourth Prince mourned bitterly for three days and nights beside her coffin at the Lone Mountain Imperial Mausoleum, observing filial piety for thirty days without leaving the mausoleum's confines.

His filial devotion could serve as a model for the entire world...

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Chen Shang walked in, bowed, "Chen Shang greets the Crown Princess."

"Chen Shang, there's no need for such formalities between us, master and servant. Please sit," the little Crown Princess said lightly, pointing to the seat below.

"Yes," Chen Shang replied with a smile, looking closely at the little Crown Princess, and praised, "Your Highness looks even more radiant these days. Was the journey to Phoenix Wood Forest very smooth?"

The little Crown Princess pouted. "Not smooth at all."

"But that's all in the past," the little Crown Princess snorted. "Anyway, no one can truly harm me."

Chen Shang immediately nodded cheerfully. "The Crown Princess herself is incredibly strong."