All the guards and maids were kneeling on the ground with fearful expressions.

In the center of the hall, Qiao Shuang's body was placed on a jade couch.

In front of him, an old man in black robe with gray hair stood quietly.

A wisp of majestic momentum, like a sudden rain in front of a mountain, is about to pour out.

"boom!"

"Shuang'er!!!"

It wasn't until Sikong Hui burst in from outside the hall that the silent and oppressive atmosphere in the hall was broken.

Qiao Yunli frowned slightly, looking at the young man who knelt down in front of Qiao Shuang's coffin with a plop, his old eyes were full of depth, as if they had evolved from stars.

"Are you...that boy from the Sikong family?"

"Grandpa Qiao!! Shuang'er, how did you die!!"

Sikong Hui's eyes were red with tears, and the ferocious look on his face made Qiao Yunli a little frightened.

He didn't expect that the first person to come to his door today would be Young Master Sikong.

"Shuang'er!!!"

Immediately afterwards, another mournful cry came from outside the palace, and Xia Feng's figure fell from the sky, wearing a shining black python robe, and there was also a touch of shock and grief on his face.
Chapter completed!