The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1596

Chapter 1596: 771 Hand-torn Crown Prince (First Update)

Gu Changqing’s body stiffened all over, and he looked at the dark figure in front of him in shock.

The man was dressed in black robes and wore a black cloak; his face hidden in shadow, only revealing a pair of eyes, colder and more piercing than a Treasure Sword.

The man pushed his long sword deeper, piercing straight through Gu Changqing’s chest.

Immediately after, the man coldly withdrew the sword, the splattering blood was deflected away with a flick of his blade.

Gu Changqing fell to the ground like a puppet drained of all strength.

The mute servant was too scared to move.

The man did not even glance at the mute servant; instead, he ordered the guards who had hurried over, "Dispose of the body."

"Yes!"

The guards complied.

One of them crouched down, reached out and felt Gu Changqing’s neck, confirming that he was indeed dead.

A corpse could not be allowed within the Prince’s mansion—it was considered an ominous harbinger, so several people brought an old cart to throw Gu Changqing’s body onto the horse-drawn carriage.

A rumble of thunder resounded in the sky that had been stifling the whole day.

It looked like it was going to rain.

The guards covered the body with a straw mat and exited through the rear gate of the Prince’s mansion.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the Horizon, and several pedestrians hurried along the way, each seeking shelter from the imminent rain.

"Ugh, what bad luck, why did it have to die?" one of the carriage drivers complained.

Another guard tried to find some humor in their situation, saying, "A stroll outside isn’t so bad; don’t you feel stuffy always staying in the residence?"

"But later, we have to go to the mass burial mound, where nothing but rotten bodies can be found. Sometimes you might even see severed hands and feet, and if we’re unlucky, we might catch some foul diseases there."

"You’re making me scared," said the first.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the mass burial mound, filled with the stench of death and decay. Bodies were not buried but rather simply cast aside.

The breeze brought a retch-inducing smell, the shadows of the trees swayed eerily, and the cawing of crows sent shivers down their spines.

"Let’s dump it and go back quick! This place is creepy as hell!"

"Let’s stop here, don’t get any closer," they decided.