After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 308 Extra Chapter: No Fate, No Regrets
"Have you heard? The Princess Fule whom His Majesty bestowed the title of is a dead person."

"I've heard that too. Princess Fule was a princess of the former Dongchen. She saved His Majesty on the battlefield."

"She is His Majesty's great benefactor."

The people stood around the street whispering, their eyes fixed on the coffin in the street. The woman at the head of the group was dressed in mourning clothes and carrying a memorial tablet. She followed the coffin step by step, followed by a young girl dressed in mourning clothes.

She's crying!
Even the heavens are crying!

The rain and mist were heavy and gloomy, and a light drizzle fell, covering the streets, leaves, and buildings with the tears that had fallen from the sky.

Actually, not everyone is crying; only those who have truly spent time together are crying.

Is she crying too?
Shi Nuanyu gripped the memorial tablet tightly, her face expressionless, and followed the coffin numbly. Rain fell on her face, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

The ministers all advised her that Fule was not related to her by blood and that she should not wear mourning clothes and carry the memorial tablet to lead the spirit.

What is blood ties and kinship? Does not having blood ties mean you're not family?

Despite opposition, he posthumously conferred upon Fule the title of Princess Anle, wishing her peace and happiness in another world.

The funeral music played one note after another, so loud that people's ears were blocked and they couldn't hear what was being played.

The funeral procession stretched for a long time, eventually reaching the royal cemetery. Burying Fule here was a decision she had made after careful consideration.

Buried outside to prevent tomb robbers from breaking in, this place is guarded by layers of guards.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the pit. Shi Nuanyu watched as the guards filled the pit with soil bit by bit, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

She wasn't sad, didn't want to cry, and just gazed quietly.

A group of monks sat to one side, silently chanting the Rebirth Mantra. The complex symbols were mysterious, and the meaning of the mantra was unknown.

Zhenbao knelt on the ground burning paper money, gold ingots, and delicious food, as well as many of Fule's favorite items and copied books.

"Fule, Treasure has brought you many good things. Don't worry, Treasure will come to see you every year and bring you lots of delicious food."

They were best friends, confidantes who could realize their dreams together. They had made plans to go somewhere together and how to help the world and save people, but the one who made the first promise left early on.

Treasure's tears fell uncontrollably, blurring her vision.

"Fule, the treasure will not bear to part with you."

Shi Nuanyu listened quietly, watching the grave being slowly filled in, not daring to blink.

She couldn't bear to part with Fule either. The timid yet kind-hearted girl glanced at her cautiously at the martial arts alliance meeting, and her hands trembled with fear at the palace banquet, yet she still completed the task assigned by her elder brother.

On their third meeting, the little girl struggled to crawl through the dog hole, completely ignoring her dirty face, and cheerfully greeted, "Greetings, Princess Nanyue!"

At that moment, she knew that the little girl in front of her was a very, very good person, a girl who made people want to protect her.

At that time, she thought, "If only I had a younger sister like that."

younger sister.

Fule is her younger sister, and she always calls her older sister.

The grave was completely sealed, and Fule, who was afraid of being alone, lay inside. She was only seventeen years old. Why couldn't she live to be eighteen, twenty-eight...eight?

Fule, who longed for freedom, died at the hands of her own family while trying to save her.

That person was her most respected brother.

How painful it must have been for that arrow to pierce her heart, yet she kept smiling and saying she didn't regret it, didn't regret the choice she made.

She hadn't expected Fule to rush out. Mingming, Mingming was almost free, almost able to return to Nanyue with her and live the life she had always dreamed of.

Fule, you are so silly, so silly.

She had actually overheard their conversation while inside the Crown Prince's residence in the north.

The two little girls sat by the pond with lots of snacks, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, chatting carefree.

Fule pointed to the moon in the sky and made a wish: "May the Moon Goddess bless me. I hope my sister will be happy forever. I want to live with my sister in Nanyue and fight evil with Zhenbao. I also want to study and become a princess who is useful to the people in the future."

Treasure happily joined in making a wish, "I hope the princess will always be a princess, I hope the princess will remember Treasure, I hope the princess will always be happy, and I hope Treasure and Fortune will always be happy."

May you always be happy!

Such a simple wish, why can't we make wishes for blessings upon ourselves?

Actually, she wished that Fule could be a little selfish sometimes, but then she wouldn't be Fule anymore.

What she wanted to do and say was always so simple.

Shi Nuanyu raised her hand to stroke the tombstone. From now on, Fule will remain here forever, and no one will ever bully her again. Her soul will be free forever.

Fule, if there is an afterlife, I still want to be your older sister.