Li Xianyun carried Huanhuan's body back to the Prince's Mansion and had someone fetch Huanhuan's relatives from the villages by Dongting Lake.
Li Xianyun would never forget that scene, as Huanhuan's family members threw themselves onto Huanhuan's stiff and icy corpse, wailing bitterly.
Her mother fainted from crying several times, and her father looked at Li Xianyun with tearful eyes filled with resentment.
Li Xianyun had offended a very important figure in the capital, and he knew it. At that time, he had advised Huanhuan to leave Chang'an, a place of contention, but Huanhuan refused.
That silly child Huanhuan truly liked and admired Li Xianyun, always preferring to get hurt herself rather than letting Li Xianyun be harmed since they were young.
It was as if Li Xianyun had given her some sort of enchantment.
Now, she had even given her life.
Just then, Huanhuan's youngest sister Zhuzhu grabbed Li Xianyun's hand and bit down on it fiercely.