680 The Crown Prince’s Recurring Behavior

At least, in all these years, Red Wolf had never seen the crown prince countermand his own decision.

It was snowing even more heavily when Red Wolf brought his men to Five Treasures Mountain, the snow reaching up to their knees.

It was already dark when they reached the mountain.

It took at least four hours to get to the mountain.

Red Wolf and the others dug up the coffin in the middle of the night, the gold glittering in the snow.

The maids were pale with fright, but Red Wolf and the guards were expressionless; this was nothing to be afraid of.

By the time they arrived at the crown prince’s residence, Lu Fenying was standing at the gate of the main courtyard. He was wearing a robe embroidered with a crescent moon and a snow-white fox fur cloak, his body covered in snow.

Red Wolf was a little shocked. How long had His Highness been standing there?

“Your Highness, we’ve brought her back. Should we bury her now, or…” Red Wolf asked carefully.

His Highness’s expression was too strange.

Also, what he was wearing was unusual. Despite the snowstorm, it wasn’t so cold that he needed to wear a fox fur cloak.

Why was he suddenly scared of the cold?

Lu Fenying waved his hand. “Bring her here.”

Red Wolf’s heart skipped a beat. For some reason, it felt heavy.

The more His Highness acted like this, the more uneasy Red Wolf felt.

He clearly couldn’t bear to part with her.

But why then wouldn’t he ask the Nether King to help resurrect her?

Red Wolf didn’t dare ask any more questions. He had his men bring back Mo Qian’er’s coffin.

Lu Fenying looked at the gorgeous coffin expressionlessly. “Open it.”

His subordinates didn’t dare ask any questions, and soon opened the coffin. Lu Fenying walked over and saw Mo Qian’er with a powdered face and red lips, wearing the newest dress he had given her.

He had given her a lot of clothes. Sometimes, when he was riding his horse through the streets, he would get a glimpse of some clothes which he thought would suit her.

And she would wear the clothes he gave her, which were often in shades of peach and plum.

He took off his white fox fur cloak and shook off the snow on it. Holding it in his arms for a while, he then covered Mo Qian’er with it before he turned around and said, “Bury her tonight.”

Red Wolf was very upset as he watched His Highness leave.

Next to him, White Wolf couldn’t help but cry. “I’m afraid His Highness really can’t bear to part with her. It hurts to see him like this.”

This was precisely what it meant to be unable to let go.

He had stood in the heavy snow for so long wearing that cloak, so that it would be warm with his body temperature when he covered Mo Qian’er with it.

“Bury her,” Red Wolf said firmly.

Whatever the case, they had to do as His Highness commanded.

At most, they would just dig her up again if they had to.

They buried the coffin among the plum blossoms that night. They couldn’t see the beauty of the plum blossoms at night, but could smell their fragrance.

Su Muwei listened as a servant reported, “He buried Mo Qian’er among the plum blossoms and even personally covered her with a fox fur cloak. It was as white as snow, like the one you asked the crown prince for two years ago, which he said was a gift from his father.”

Since it hardly snowed in winter in Three Lives Capital, fox fur cloaks were rare.

However, most noble families would have one at home.

Two years ago, the emperor had made two precious fox fur cloaks for Lu Fenying.