I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 144 Two Ice Coffins

She paused, then recalled the feeling of falling into the water, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Where is the exit of this cave?" she asked anxiously.

Miaoqing told her not to rush, and gently guided a stream of water from the pool to slowly sprinkle it onto the wildly growing vines.

The vines gradually withered and quickly turned to dust, revealing the cave entrance they had come from.

A gust of cold air blew in, and Zhongli Yueluo couldn't help but shiver again.

“I will go by water. Gongshu Liang and Changyu Gui are outside. I will go and hold them off.”

Miaoqing preferred to deal with them rather than follow the two men.

It was only then that Zhongli Yueluo learned that the male courier was Yu, and the female courier was Shu.

But since she's already dead, she should focus on the present first.

Yan Ruoyu, holding Zhongli Yueluo's hand, looked at the cave that was almost vertically upward. Although it was not difficult for them, it still took a lot of effort.

Upon reaching the upper level, the air was chilly again, and Zhongli Yueluo had no choice but to hide inside Yan Ruoyu's cloak once more.

"Princess, now that we have the petals, we should hurry back." Yan Ruoyu was very rational at this moment.

"Yes, but we need to get out of here and back to the surface first. Do you remember how long we've been walking in this ice field?"

She pressed her face against his chest, for it was the warmest spot there.

Yan Ruoyu also frowned, truly unaware of how long they had been walking in this icy plain.

There's no sign of anything yet, so it'll probably take quite a while to find it.

Zhongli Yueluo was practically clinging to him. All the paths in the area looked almost identical, and they circled around several times without finding their way out.

Their bodies became stiff and cold again, but this time the temperature seemed to be better.

They walked to an open space and looked up.

Zhongli Yueluo slipped and tripped Yan Ruoyu as well.

She placed her hands on Yan Ruoyu's chest, while Yan Ruoyu's hands rested on either side of her head. Her hair was loose, and she exhaled white breath.

Zhongli Yueluo smiled sheepishly: "My foot slipped."

"I thought the princess wanted me to be her hero and save her."

His eyes were full of laughter, then he got up, pulled her up, and carried her horizontally in his arms.

He murmured softly, "If the princess doesn't want to leave on her own, she can simply tell me."

"Ouch, my foot slips." She murmured, nestled in his arms.

They traveled a long way and arrived at a place they had never seen before.

It was another straight, mirror-like passage, crystal clear and shimmering with a blue light.

There seemed to be a plant fragrance emanating from that passage.

But there was no sound; the silence was terrifying.

"Should we go further in? I don't think we passed this road on the way here."

“But… there are no other roads now.” Zhongli Yueluo tugged at Yan Ruoyu’s clothes and asked.

“Let’s go, I feel the princess wants to take this path.” Without waiting for her to refuse, he picked her up and carried her inside.

Strangely enough, once I stepped into this passage, the temperature seemed to return to that warm feeling.

Zhongli Yueluo felt that her body was no longer cold, so she jumped out of his arms.

"Alright, I'll walk this section myself." He intertwined his fingers tightly with hers, and she squeezed them back in response.

As you walk further ahead, the light ahead flickers, and then you can hear the dripping sound of water.

It seemed like we were getting closer and closer to the ground. It looked like we were walking through a straight passage, but the passage was going straight upwards.

Until I saw this scene before me: a pair of ice coffins placed on a stone platform.

The water, still shimmering with white light, still surrounded them. Zhongli Yueluo had learned her lesson and dared not touch it this time.

And inside that ice coffin, wasn't that Yingxue lying there? She's right here, but where is Han Che?!

Although he doesn't seem like a bad person, the loss of his loved ones might lead him to vent his hatred on them.

Sure enough, they felt a chill down their spines. When they turned around, a white figure was moving in front of them.

His long, white eyelashes covered his eyes, making it impossible to see what emotions were in them.

His face was like a playing card, devoid of any emotion.

It was hard to say whether it was sadness or something else. The surrounding temperature gradually dropped.

He opened his dry, cracked lips and said, "You can leave now. The two of them staying there to be buried with Yingxue is enough!"

Those two should be Shu Yu and Gongshu Liang, but one can sense a loss of magical power emanating from him.

Making them both die with them is probably just empty talk.

Yingxue inside the ice coffin was in a state of semi-dissipation.

But you could still see a slight rise and fall in her chest; she wasn't dead yet!

"Young Master Han, Yingxue, she..."

"She was just tired and wanted to take a nap."

"She considers you a friend. Your flute playing is really beautiful. Could you please play another tune for her?"

His eyelashes lifted slightly, revealing his eyes looking at Yingxue in the ice coffin with tenderness, but the smile on his lips was very bitter.

He also knew that the life he was keeping her alive with his remaining magic probably wouldn't last long.

He even fantasized that if she heard the flute music, she might get up and dance again.

Zhongli Yueluo looked at Yan Ruoyu.

Yan Ruoyu nodded. Although he just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, he also felt sorry for their relationship.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't play the flute, but instead approached: "May I get closer to see her?"

Han Che's eyes flashed coldly as he glared at her fiercely before turning his head away.

Indeed, she has had no friends from the outside world since she was born a hundred years ago, so let her come and see her.

He nodded, and Zhongli Yueluo moved closer, Yan Ruoyu's voice echoing in her heart again.

"Princess, don't do anything foolish for her sake. If the Snow Demon finds out that your blood has miraculous effects, it will definitely not let you go."

It turned out that Yan Ruoyu had guessed what she wanted to do, but she wasn't sure if her blood would be useful.

She only made a small cut on her fingertip; if she could control her mind, then at least she could wake up.

Yan Ruoyu ultimately failed to stop her.

Blood dripped from her fingertips into Yingxue's mouth, but Han Che didn't see it.

A miraculous scene immediately unfolded inside the ice coffin: the previously vanished figure gradually returned to its physical form, and her breathing became more labored.

Han Che, as if possessed, pushed Zhong Li Yueluo aside.

Tears welled up in her eyes; it was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing.

His fingers trembled as he touched Yingxue's cheek, but only lightly before immediately withdrawing them, as if afraid that any force would shatter her.

"Ying... Yingxue." Her voice trembled, and tears streamed down her face, the scalding tears falling onto Yingxue's face.

There was tenderness and sorrow in her eyes.

She thought she could finally be free, but she never expected him to do so much for her.

She slowly raised her hand: "Silly A-Che, why... I... was never going to live anyway."

Tears silently slid down her cheeks.

"No, no! You can live. Look, your favorite friend is here, and I'm here too."

Yingxue smiled gently, touched Han Che's hair, then looked at Zhongli Yueluo and the other person, and opened her mouth.