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In an instant, several dark-clad shadow guards knelt respectfully before him.
"Dig up the grave and bring the coroner to examine the body!"
The shadow guards were struck with terror, each of them sharing the same thought: The prince has finally lost his mind.
Xiao Yu's current demeanor was terrifying; they dared not delay and immediately followed his orders.
When Zhuo Da hurried over, the grave had already been unearthed, and the coroner was busy around the decaying corpse, covering his mouth and nose. Due to the cold weather, the body had not decomposed much.
Xiao Yu, dressed in black, wore a grim expression on his flawless face. His eyes shone with a chilling light that seemed to contain all the coldness of the world, making one’s heart race with fear.
Zhuo Da felt a deep sense of despair as he approached and bowed to him, trying to dissuade him gently. "My lord, what has happened?"
Xiao Yu fixed his gaze on the coroner, remaining silent.
Zhuo Da mustered his courage and continued, "I believe it would be better for Her Highness to rest in peace."
Before he could finish speaking, the coroner turned and hurried over a few steps, calling out urgently, "My lord!"
Xiao Yu's expression changed, as if he already knew the outcome. His voice was tense as he demanded, "Speak."
"This is definitely not Her Highness's body!"
Zhuo Da's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"
The coroner continued with his findings: "It's been too long; we can’t determine the exact time of death. This body did not die from a fall or drowning! The throat and lungs are filled with black ash! She suffocated from inhaling too much smoke!"
Zhuo Da felt as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen in place. Falling from such a high cliff could not possibly lead to suffocation! Moreover, during that time when they searched the forest, there had been no wildfires!
If she was not Song Feiwan, then where was the real Song Feiwan?
Zhuo Da twisted his stiff neck in horror to look at Xiao Yu. The aura emanating from Xiao Yu was increasingly terrifying; just a glance sent chills down one’s spine, making one sweat despite the winter chill.
Yet his narrow phoenix eyes sparkled with a manic light that revealed no attempt at concealment!
"Haha! Hahaha!" He laughed out loud, but Zhuo Da could sense no joy in it; instead, it sounded like he was gritting his teeth in rage, as if he wanted to tear someone apart!
Xiao Yu struck out with a palm, and a thunderous roar echoed through the air! The force of his inner energy not only obliterated the ridiculous grave but also shattered several thick trees behind it!
Xiao Yu clenched his jaw tightly, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth: "You will definitely regret this."
That very night, Xiao Yu dispatched his servants to spread out from the capital, searching the entire Central Plains for any trace of Song Feiwan!
He had regained his complete memory, including everything that happened during his illness!
It turned out that on the night of Song Feiwan's wedding, they had met before. She knew his identity and his condition but pretended to be unaware, playing along with him all along!
At that time, he must have seemed quite amusing in her eyes, right? All those promises of lifelong commitment and true love were nothing but lies!
Everything was a damn lie!
He had been suspicious of her all along, yet she had deceived him time and again with various tricks. In the end, when she realized she could no longer hide the truth, she faked her death using Sang Zhen's incident as cover!
He had lived like a walking corpse during this time, mourning her supposed death!
Xiao Yu had always been the one to toy with others; he had never suffered such a significant setback. Just thinking about it filled him with humiliation so intense that he felt like his blood could boil over and destroy everything!
Hahaha! Song Feiwan, you better pray that I don’t catch you soon. Otherwise, I will make sure you wish you were never born!
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