Children of Loulan

Chapter 459 I Won’t Let Him Go

Finally, when they dug to the location of the bed, the scene before them stunned everyone - three bodies hugging each other tightly, as if in the last moment of their lives, they were using their last strength to lean on each other.

In an instant, Hawul, Muzepal, Patihan and Adi could no longer suppress their inner grief. They cried like children, and their cries of "Mother!" and "Mother!" echoed above the ruins, heartbreaking.

Those who participated in the excavation of the ruins all knelt down at the same time. They followed Hawule and others and cried bitterly, shouting, "Crown Princess!" This sad cry echoed in the air for a long time, as if it was going to tear the ruins apart.

At this time, the king led a group of people to the scene. His face was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the three bodies that were burned beyond recognition. The king ordered his men to carry out the bodies so that he could check them.

When the three bodies were placed on the ground, everyone's eyes were focused on the body in the middle. Her face was facing upwards, but her entire face and front body had been severely burned, and her appearance could not be recognized at all. The only thing that could confirm her identity was the clothes on her back that had not been burned completely, and the obvious mole behind her ear and neck. After careful observation and comparison, everyone finally confirmed that the body was the Crown Princess Hanguli!

The bodies on both sides of Hanguli were face down. Their entire backs were burnt, horrible to look at, but their faces were still clearly recognizable. These two people were Dal and Ba Mama.

Judging from the postures and states of the three people, it seems that they tried to escape after discovering the fire. However, the fire was so fierce that they had no time to escape. As the fire spread, Dar and Ba Ma Ma subconsciously tried to protect Hanguli, but they were eventually burned to death. It can be imagined that the scene at that time must have been extremely tragic and desperate.

Adi, kneeling beside, looked at his mother Dal's body, his heart was broken and he burst into tears. His cry was miserable and sad, which made people cry. His father had just been buried, the murderer had not been found, and now his mother had suddenly passed away. This series of blows made Adi almost unable to bear it.

"Why? Mother, why did you abandon your child? Father just left..." Adi cried, his voice echoing in the air, filled with endless grief and sorrow.

Hawul, Muzepal and Patihan kept crying: "Mother!"

At this time, Keremu finally woke up from his coma. He ran over immediately after waking up, his eyes confusedly scanning the entire ruins. When he saw a group of people kneeling in front of him wailing and crying, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

His eyes were involuntarily attracted by the three bodies hugging each other tightly. The one in the middle was his wife, her body had been burned to charcoal and was unrecognizable. Keremu's legs seemed to have suddenly lost their support and he knelt down limply.

He struggled to move his body and slowly crawled to the side of the corpse. He stretched out his hands tremblingly, wanting to touch his wife's face and feel her former tenderness. However, when he saw the completely burnt face, his hands suddenly froze, not knowing how to start.

The face that was supposed to be beautiful and gentle was now ruthlessly destroyed by the fire and became unrecognizable. Keremu's heart was filled with pain and despair, his hands kept shaking, and he didn't know where to touch to ease the pain in his heart.

Finally, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He grabbed his hair tightly with both hands and let out a shrill scream: "Ah!" The scream seemed to penetrate the entire space and made people shudder.

Keremu's cries became louder and louder, and he even lost his voice. His body was shaking constantly, and tears flowed out of his eyes like a flood.

At this moment, Eunuch Aishan came forward and said softly, "Your Highness, please accept my condolences. Your health is the most important!"

Only then did Keremu stop crying. His eyes were red and bulging with anger, like a demon crawling out of hell. He looked at the king with anger on his face, "Father, I want you to let him go, but he has tried to kill me again and again, and now he has even killed my wife. Father, I will not let him go, absolutely not!"

Seeing his grief-stricken son, the king felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. It was hard for him to say something to his son to make him more generous. However, he also did not want his two sons to kill each other, which made him feel torn.

The king was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly: "The matter has not been investigated yet, it may not be your third brother's doing!" There was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Keremu sneered, a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes, "Yesterday in the court, he was just pointed out as the leader of the Seven Stars Pavilion and the culprit who assassinated me. That night, the witness almost died in prison, and then my bedroom caught fire. If my father hadn't secretly summoned me to an audience yesterday, I'm afraid I would have died by now!"

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the king's heart. The king could not help but frown, sighing inwardly at the complexity of the matter.

At this time, Ziya came hurriedly, followed by a team of guards, escorting a palace maid and a eunuch. When Ziya saw the king and the prince, he immediately knelt down and saluted, saying respectfully: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, these are the two arsonists. I found some things in their residence."

After saying this, he waved his hand behind him, and a guard quickly stepped forward and presented two packages to the king.

The king's eyes were like two cold arrows, staring straight at the two packages, as if he wanted to see through them to see the secrets hidden inside. Although he did not move, Aishan beside him understood what he meant, and immediately stepped forward and carefully opened the package.

The package contained a dazzling array of items, including loose silver, large-denomination silver bills, documents for leaving the palace, and two sets of civilian clothing. These items were neatly arranged, as if they had been carefully prepared.

The king's eyes swept over these items, and the expression on his face became increasingly grim.

The items in the two packages were roughly the same, except that the maid's package contained a few more pieces of jewelry. Although these pieces of jewelry were not rare treasures, they were obviously not cheap.

The king's voice was cold and majestic. He sternly said, "Tell me, who ordered you to assassinate the prince!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in the room, making people shudder.

Faced with the king's pressure, the two men were immediately trembling with fear, like sifting chaff. Their faces were as pale as paper, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

However, even though they were so frightened, they still kept their lips tightly shut and said nothing.

The king's anger intensified when he saw this. He knocked over the two packages with one palm, and the contents of the packages scattered all over the floor. He roared, "Tell the truth now!"

The power of this palm was so great that it not only knocked over the package, but also caused a piece of paper inside the two pieces of clothing to fall out. Aishan was quick to pick up the paper and handed it to the king respectfully.