bayedsolid Chapter 106 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 22
Chapter 106 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 22
Inside the room, Li Qinglan lay quietly, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep from which she would never wake up.
His clothes were still neat, but he could no longer show his former glory.
That once handsome face is now shrouded in the shadow of death, having lost its former radiance.
His hands hung gently at his sides, as if he had let go of all his worries in the last moment of his life.
Outside, Li Qinglan seemed to be still lost in her memories.
He held his wine glass, the last sip of wine shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
His eyes revealed endless longing and reluctance, as if he were saying his final goodbye to this world.
A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling his hair. He tilted his head back slightly and slowly swallowed the last sip of wine.
The moment the liquor flowed down his throat, he seemed to see his past, present, and future intertwined before his eyes.
The sun was still shining brightly outside, but it couldn't warm the coldness in Li Qinglan's heart.
Those jars of wine sat there quietly, as if telling his story.
One of the men, his face filled with panic, hurriedly shouted:
"Quickly, we must report to the master immediately. The young master... the young master is in trouble."
His eyes revealed unease, and his body trembled slightly with tension.
Just as the servant was frantically preparing to run away, the manager suddenly shouted:
"stop!"
The voice was as loud and majestic as a bell, causing the servants to stop in their tracks instantly.
The steward's face was grim, his brow furrowed. He glared at the servant and said sternly:
"How can you be so reckless?"
The servant slowly turned around, looking at the steward with a blank expression, and said softly:
"The one in charge..."
His voice carried a hint of grievance and confusion, as if he didn't understand why he had been stopped.
The person in charge frowned slightly, discreetly touched the money in his sleeve, and then slowly spoke:
"You're so silly!"
Tomorrow is the master's wedding day. It would be so unlucky to report such an inauspicious matter.
Moreover, this was also Madam's instruction.
The lady had specifically instructed that at this critical juncture, no unlucky event should be allowed to affect the master's wedding.
"You've rushed off to report this so rashly; haven't you ruined the master and mistress's important plans?"
The servant stood there, his face full of hesitation, and stammered:
"But...but Master once said..."
The manager, looking impatient, tapped the servant on the forehead and said with a look of exasperation:
"How could you be so stupid? That was just the master being polite."
The master sent the young master here because he didn't want the young master to delay his wedding, nor did he want the lady to misunderstand.
Why can't you understand?
The servant, still looking confused, weakly said:
"Then, the person in charge, our... young master..."
The person in charge sighed softly, a hint of emotion on his face, and said:
"Alas, the young master is usually very kind to us servants."
How about this, I'll pay for a coffin out of my own pocket and give the young master a proper burial.
This is a small token of our appreciation for you, young master.
The servant gaped in surprise and exclaimed, "Huh?"
The person in charge glared at the servant again and raised his voice, saying:
"Ah what, why don't you go quickly."
The servant then seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly nodded, saying:
"Oh, okay." Then she hurriedly went to take care of her business.
But after taking only a few steps, he couldn't help but turn back to look at the person in charge, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Manager, the young master has always treated us well, and now this... sigh."
The servant's voice was low and heavy with sadness.
The person in charge was slightly moved, and a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes.
“I know that you are a good person, young master.”
But given the current situation, we have no other choice.
"Go and get things done quickly, so the young master can leave in peace."
The servant nodded emphatically and quickly left.
The person in charge watched the servant's retreating figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He recalled the young master's kind deeds, his gentle smile and considerate words still echoing in his ears.
The next day, the sun shone brightly on the street, but it still couldn't dispel the two completely different atmospheres.
On this side of the street, it was bustling with activity, and the sound of gongs and drums resounded like thunder across the sky.
The powerful and influential Prince Luan Shayuan is getting married today.
The grand wedding procession resembled a magnificent dragon, almost taking up the entire wide street.
Red silk ribbons, like blazing flames, hung all over the houses along the street, and delicate flowers were carefully decorated in every corner.
The people stopped to watch, their faces beaming with joyful smiles, some flattering, some curious, as they gazed at this magnificent scene.
The magnificent bridal sedan chair shimmered with golden light under the dazzling sunlight, and the bearers moved in perfect unison, exuding a powerful presence.
The musicians puffed out their cheeks and played cheerful and exciting music with all their might.
The sound seemed to pierce through the thick clouds, immersing the entire town in an atmosphere of joy.
Following the bridal sedan chair were boxes piled high with betrothal gifts, gold and silver jewelry glittering dazzlingly in the sunlight.
The soldiers, clad in brightly colored armor, stood guard over this incredibly lavish wedding with imposing presence.
Luan Shayuan rode a tall horse, dressed in a bright and dazzling red wedding robe.
However, instead of the joyful smile that everyone expected, he wore a gloomy expression.
There was no excitement in his eyes, only endless disappointment and panic.
His mind was not on the wedding at all; he was just mechanically fulfilling his duties.
On the other side of the street, however, all that could be seen was desolation and sorrow.
Li Qinglan's coffin lay there, alone and silent.
Compared to the lively wedding procession, the place appeared unusually quiet.
There were no flowers to adorn the coffin, no music to accompany it, only a few servants silently guarding it.
The coffin was a deep black, exuding a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
There were no fancy decorations on it, only a white cloth covering it.
The servants were dressed in simple clothes, their faces filled with sorrow.
They stood silently, as if guarding a forgotten soul.
Just then, the lively wedding procession slowly passed by Li Qinglan's coffin.
Luan Shayuan rode a tall horse, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, but his face was gloomy.
The moment the black coffin came into his view, his heart felt as if it had been squeezed by an invisible hand.
An indescribable feeling welled up inside him, both familiar and strange, as if something important was quietly calling to him.
However, he quickly suppressed the inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
He told himself that it was just an ordinary funeral procession and had nothing to do with him.
He casually looked away and continued staring blankly ahead.
But the image of the coffin seemed to have taken root in his mind, causing a sudden surge of unease to rise within him.
At this moment, he was even more disgusted with this forced wedding.
He felt like a puppet manipulated by fate, unable to break free from these suffocating shackles.
The air pressure around him was extremely low, as if an invisible haze was shrouding him.
As the wedding procession and the coffin receded into the distance, Luan Shayuan's unease grew stronger.
He gripped the reins tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
His eyes were filled with helplessness, and his resistance to the wedding had reached its peak.
He just hoped this farce would end soon so he could have time to go find his Qinglan.