PNB Chapter 107 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 23
Chapter 107 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 23
Yun Rancang sighed softly, the sigh seemingly carrying endless感慨 and loss, and slowly said:
"Sigh, is the memory over?"
Li Qinglan nodded gently, her movements as soft as a falling feather, and replied:
"Well, I don't know what happened after that."
His voice was low and calm, yet it subtly revealed a sense of helplessness.
At this moment, Yun Suisi frowned slightly, his handsome eyebrows furrowing tightly together, as if he were pondering an extremely important question.
He said firmly:
"No, it's not over yet."
Based on the previous situation, the surrounding visibility should have become blurred.
Upon hearing this, both Yun Rancang and Li Qinglan showed expressions of confusion.
Yun Rancang spoke first and asked:
Why do you say that? And what does it mean that your vision is becoming blurred?
Yun Suisi narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice:
"The process of recalling is often accompanied by specific signs."
The memories we experience will gradually blur at key points, as if to suggest that there are deeper memories waiting to be unearthed.
The fact that this hasn't happened yet suggests something is amiss.
Jun Sui frowned, his eyes filled with doubt and shock, and murmured:
"This is not Li Qinglan's memory, this is..."
Before he could finish speaking, Luan Shayuan suddenly stopped his horse.
The horse, startled by the sudden stop, reared up on its hind legs and neighed.
Luan Shayuan's hands, gripping the reins tightly, showed prominent veins.
His face was terribly grim, and his eyes burned with anger and impatience.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Luan Shayuan turned his horse around without hesitation, spurred it hard, and galloped toward the coffin that had just passed by.
The dust rose and filled the air as his figure flashed like lightning, instantly reaching the front of the coffin and blocking the path of the coffin-carrying team.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the coffin and blocked the way of the coffin-carrying team.
The pallbearers were so startled by the sudden turn of events that they stumbled and nearly dropped the coffin.
Luan Shayuan stared intently at the coffin, his chest heaving violently, as if trying to see the truth inside through the heavy coffin.
His eyes were filled with urgency and resentment, as if the coffin contained a mystery he was eager to unravel.
At this point, the onlookers nearby also erupted in uproar.
"What's wrong with the Ninth Prince? Why did he stop the coffin?"
A middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes looked puzzled, his brows furrowed, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Yes, it's so unlucky for His Excellency to be getting married today!"
An elderly man with gray hair shook his head and sighed, his wrinkled face full of worry.
"We mustn't let this bring bad luck and ruin His Highness's joyous occasion."
"Who knows? Maybe there's something fishy about this coffin."
A young man craned his neck, trying to see what was in front of him, his eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
"It might be hiding some earth-shattering secret."
"Could it be that there's something inside that's harmful to the Ninth Prince?"
A petite woman clasped her hands together and kept chanting.
"May God protect us, lest we bring trouble upon the Ninth Prince."
The crowd chattered amongst themselves, each offering their own opinion.
Everyone's face was filled with astonishment and curiosity, and their eyes were all turned to Luan Shayuan and the coffin that had been stopped.
The coffin bearers were terrified, their faces ashen, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they begged for mercy.
"Your Majesty, spare us! We were only following orders, and we don't know how we offended you!"
A burly man with a face full of scars knelt down on the ground with a thud.
His forehead slammed heavily against the ground with a dull thud.
His voice was choked with sobs, so pitiful that it seemed to convey the extreme fear in his heart.
"Your Majesty, please have mercy! I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise. My whole family depends on my meager income to survive. I dare not show the slightest disrespect!"
Another thin man trembled like a leaf in a storm, tears and snot streaming down his face, looking utterly pathetic.
"Please, Your Majesty, have mercy and spare our lives!"
The other pallbearers also knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, their heads hitting the ground with a series of "thump-thump" sounds.
They kept muttering words of pleading, their voices mingling together, creating a scene of utter despair that was unbearable to hear.
Luan Shayuan seemed afraid to touch the coffin.
His hand trembled as he raised and lowered it, his face filled with a complex expression, and his voice trembled with fear as he spoke:
"Who is the person lying in this coffin?"
The coffin bearers replied honestly:
"Even we, the Ninth Prince, don't know."
We were simply hired to deliver this coffin to a designated location; we truly have no idea who is lying inside!
As they spoke, they kept kowtowing, their foreheads already red and swollen.
A beautiful bride suddenly emerged from the bridal sedan chair.
She was dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, her figure graceful and her face as beautiful as a flower.
Though beautiful, a hint of ruthlessness lurked in her eyes and brows. She moved gracefully to the Ninth Prince's side, and said coquettishly:
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
"Today is our joyous day, yet you're blocking the coffin's path. Are you trying to make me a laughingstock?"
The Ninth Prince glanced at her coldly and said:
"This is none of your business, so don't interfere."
The beautiful woman bit her lip, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes, but she forced a wronged look and began to sob softly.
"My lord treats me so badly, I am truly unfortunate."
My lord, you can't be so inconsiderate of my feelings.
I believe I have always been sincere towards you, and I have always thought of you in everything I do.
This wedding has been planned for a long time. How can you abandon me just because of this coffin that appeared out of nowhere?
I don't care, my lord must immediately continue the wedding with me, otherwise how will I be able to hold my head high in front of everyone after this?
"My lord, please don't forget that my family wields some influence in the court. If word gets out of today's events, it might not be a good thing for you."
While crying, she took it upon herself to give instructions to the maid beside her:
"Hurry up and get me a handkerchief. Can't you see I can't stop crying?"
Also, go and get rid of those coffin bearers! These unlucky things can't be in the way here.
The maids looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing the beautiful young lady's instructions, but dared not disobey. They could only hurriedly fetch handkerchiefs and try to drive away the servants carrying the coffin.
However, the nine-thousand-year-old Luan Shayuan glared angrily and shouted loudly:
"Who dares!"
His gaze swept over the crowd like a sharp sword, and the maids immediately stopped what they were doing in fright.
Seeing this, the beautiful young woman became even angrier, but dared not openly disobey the Ninth Prince, so she could only continue to weep and complain:
"My lord, are you really that heartless?"
What have I done wrong to deserve such treatment from you on this joyous day?
Do you know how much effort I have put into achieving this day?
Now, because of this inexplicable coffin, how can I possibly save face?
Luan Shayuan ignored her cries and stared intently at the coffin, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.
The image of Li Qinglan kept appearing in his mind, the person who was once incredibly important in his life.
At this moment, the onlookers began to whisper and discuss among themselves.
Some people sympathized with the beautiful woman and felt that the Ninth Prince had gone too far;
Some people were curious about this sudden turn of events, speculating about who the person in the coffin was.