Chapter 702 - Pain (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Mu Sihan was grabbing Qiao Yanze’s collar tightly, and had completely lost the manner of a Crown Prince. His handsome face was grim and distorted, his eyes filled with a crazed, tremendous panic.

Qiao Yanze looked up at Mu Sihan who was too close.

Suddenly, he raised his fist and punched Mu Sihan in the face without any care.

Almost all of his strength was exerted.

Mu Sihan was in a state of despair and seemed to have lost all his strength. With Qiao Yanze’s sudden punch, his tall body was thrown back a few steps.

A burning pain came from where he was punched.

But he seemed to feel nothing at all, and used his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Yi Fan saw that Mu Sihan was punched and wanted to go forward with the bodyguard, but Mu Sihan lifted his hand, stopping Yi Fan.

Qiao Yanze was also in sorrow and walked towards Mu Sihan with reddened eyes. “I should have stopped you two from getting together. She’s not fit to be a consort. The unpleasant woman you’ve provoked ended up taking her life!” Qiao Yanze shouted furiously, and because he was too agitated, his hands were clenched tightly into fists, so hard they were turning white.

Mu Sihan’s body swayed unsteadily and he did not answer Qiao Yanze, his mind was buzzing and turned blank.

The world was spinning around, he felt like he was falling apart, and piercing pain was spreading through his body. His heart also clenched tightly painfully.

He had never felt so afraid and cold before!

It seemed like he was having a fit, his body was trembling violently.

When Qiao Yanze saw that Mu Sihan was as upset as he was, he put down the fist and did not punch him again.

Closing his red eyes, his tall body slowly fell, as if all his strength was drawn away by a mysterious force.

Xiaoying, the maid who had come over with Qiao Yanze, handed him a clean handkerchief. “Young Master, if you want to cry, just let it out!”

Qiao Yanze looked up with his red eyes at Xiaoying, whose face was stricken with tears. He lowered his head slowly, putting his forehead on her shoulder.

Xiaoying lifted her hand and gently patted his slightly trembling shoulders.

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Mu Sihan’s chest hurt badly and his consciousness seemed to be have been pulled away by a deep black void.

The emotions surged out from deep inside his heart like a tidal wave, one wave after another as if to swallow up all of his organs.

Such emotions made the locked up emotions deep inside him seemed to want to break free and pour out.

He closed his unusually red eyes and opened them again, looking towards the police officer. “Take me in to see her.”

The officer knew who Mu Sihan was and did not dare disobey his order.

The officer took Mu Sihan into the cold chamber.

Qiao Yanze did not stop him.

He knew that apart from Nan Zhi’s family and friends being sad, it was the most difficult for Mu Sihan to accept that something had happened to her.

Walking into the cold chamber, he was met with a gust of frozen air.

Mu Sihan felt his legs turning weak, and like there was a hand squeezing his heart, making his breathing painful.

His eyes were red but no tears came out.

The officer took him to one of the bodies covered in white cloth and said respectfully, “Your Highness, the body was already burnt when it was carried out…”

Before the police could finish speaking, Mu Sihan lifted the white cloth.

An unbearable burnt smell instantly attacked his nose and Mu Sihan clenched his jaw tightly when he saw that she was burnt so badly she was beyond recognition.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of what she was wearing around her neck out of the corner of his eye.

A ring that was burnt by fire.