At this moment, a bird flew from afar, saw the crowd at the entrance, and immediately stopped on the eaves of the gate, shrieking in a sharp voice towards Xuexue, who was riding a horse not far away: "Master, Master, it's not good, the bad Prince has died."
Upon hearing this, Xuexue's body went limp, nearly falling off the horse. She steadied herself, lifted her head, and asked Xiao Jiu: "What… What are you saying?"
Xiao Jiu shouted again: "The Prince is dead."
"Ah woo woo…!"
As soon as Xiao Jiu's words fell, cries erupted at the gate.
It turned out the commoners guarding the entrance, upon hearing Xiao Jiu say the Prince had died, could not control themselves and burst into tears. If something happened to the Prince, who would protect Moli Country in the future? Wouldn't their safety be precarious?
Whenever the Prince fell ill before, they worried that this day would come, and unexpectedly, it has come.
