The Fourth Lady

Chapter 566 Natural Disaster (Ⅲ)

Qilian Qinglang didn't expect that Yvning would appear at the moment. Looking at his figure, Qilian

Qinglang frowned. Apparently, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

When Yvning looked at Qilian Qinglang, he grew more cautious, but he would let Qilian Qinglang know

that the volcano below the Pudu Temple was real, not the so-called alluring words.

A bad feeling came over Qilian Qinglang at the sight of Yvning's appearance. He wanted to stop Yvning

from talking, but Yvning's voice interrupted him.

"Your Majesty, I have made an investigation. According to Taoist Pufa, there is going to be a disaster

coming to Fengjing recently. What do you think, your majesty?" Yvning looked at Weisheng Junyan and

smiled cheerfully.

"Do you know what a natural disaster it is?" Looking at Yvning, Weisheng Junyan frowned and asked. If

such a thing would happen while he was on the throne, it could only prove that he was not the master

of the world and it was God's punishment.

Looking at Weisheng Junyan, Yvning shook his head. "I don't know, but according to the master of

Taoist Pufa, the innocent people of Fengjing may be implicated. I don't know how to deal with this

matter."

Weisheng Junyan didn't listen to what Yvning had said. Instead, he was thinking about how to avoid

this natural disaster from landing on his head. According to the rules of the Nanchen Kingdom, if such a

thing happened to him during his tenure, not only the emperor needed to be punished, but also there

would be uneasiness after he died.

Yvning could clearly see the expressions on Weisheng Junyan's face. Had it not been for the presence

of Qilian Qinglang and Marquis Anguo, she would have gone up to kill Weisheng Junyan directly. When

it came to the crucial point of life and death, Weisheng Junyan still only thought of himself.

Of course, Weisheng Junyan didn't know what Yvning was thinking. The only thing he could do now

was pass the throne to him, so that he could escape from this dilemma, thus the ancestors of the

Nanchen Kingdom wouldn't blame him.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth spread slightly.

However, all his expressions were seen in the eyes of Yvning, and he could even imagine what he was

thinking about. That was his father, who had killed his mother. In a word, he was still the most selfish

emperor after all.

At the thought of this, Yvning smiled slightly and asked, "Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"

When Weisheng Junyan heard this, he smiled and said, "Yvning, I don't know where Ruiwang is now. I

have something to announce in front of them."

When he arrived, he knew that Weisheng Junyan wanted to take this opportunity to pass the throne to

him and let him bear the consequences for the time being, but he would definitely not let Weisheng

Junyan make it smoothly.

Just as Yvning was about to say something, he heard Qilian Qinglang's clear voice, "Your Majesty, isn't

it too early to say these things now. After all, his highness is still young and doesn't have the ability to

inherit the throne."

Looking at Qilian Qinglang, Yvning smiled with pleasure.

Hearing what Qilian Qinglang said, Weisheng Junyan frowned and said, "I have my own plan. Do you

want to disturb the court?"

Looking at Weisheng Junyan, Qilian Qinglang lowered his head and fell into silence.

Looking at Qilian Qinglang, Yvning smiled and then turned to Weisheng Junyan, "Your Majesty, I don't

want to inherit the throne yet. After father died, I will still be the new emperor."

While listening to the words of Yvning, Weisheng Junyan turned deathly pale.

Looking at Junmo's corpse in front of her, Qingyan's eyes turned red. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Junmo should die in this way.

Junmo had taught her all the kungfu knowledge he had learned. Thinking of this, Qingyan's heart still

ached.

Junmo was single throughout his life. As his adopted daughter, she could only bury him so miserably.

"Yanyan, don't be sad! Ruiwang has been buried with the deceased empress. This is the fulfillment of

their mission. " Looking at the expression on Qingyan's face, Jingxuan took her hand gently.

Looking at the two who were lying in the coffins, Qingyan smiled. What Jingxuan said makes sense. At

least, they could be buried together.

"Yanyan, these things are in the past. Ruiwang has found a better shelter." Jingxuan said, still with a

smile on his face.

"Yanyan, this is Junmo's own choice. Don't be sad." Yunhen looked at Qingyan and said sadly, "at least

they can be buried together, right?"

Hearing Yunhen's words, Qingyan nodded earnestly. "You're right. The most important thing right now

is how to help Yvning ascend to the throne. After this is over, we'll go back to the Donghe Kingdom. My Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

adult ceremony will also be held." Qingyan then made a deep bow to the coffin.

"Ruiwang, please rest assured. I will take good care of Yanyan with your love." As Jingxuan spoke, he

bowed deeply to the coffin too.

Yvning and Yvjing nodded to the coffins in a deep bow.

Since the deceased empress died, the two little brother and sister had been raised at the knees of

Junmo. Junmo could be considered as their only family member.

Moreover, they had been grateful for Junmo If it weren't for Junmo, they would have already been killed

in that big fire.

"Yvning, Junmo saved your lives. You must remember his kindness." Qingyan looked at Yvning and

said seriously.

Yvning and Yvjing looked at Qingyan and nodded earnestly. "Don't worry, mother. When I ascend to the

throne, I will return my Yifu to the imperial tomb."

Weisheng Yvjing looked at the body of Qilian Qingyan and frowned. "Why is mother's body so well

preserved? I thought it had disappeared in the fire."

To be honest, this was also a very curious thing for Yvning. Why was mother's corpse still kept here, as

if Qilian Qingyan had just fallen asleep. When she woke up in the morning, she was still their mother.

"Master, let's begin. The volcano erupts tonight, and if we don't take action, it may cause everyone to

panic." Looking at Yunhen, Qingyan said indifferently

Yunhen nodded his head in agreement. Then he turned to the crowd and buried the coffins of Junmo

and Qilian Qingyan.

'Yifu, mother, you may rest assured.

As the coffin was put down bit by bit, Yvning clasped his fists tightly.

This time, he would not be softhearted and let any of his enemy go.'