Caught off guard, Sang Qian was pulled into the coffin. Her heart pounded. Then she felt the other person holding her hand, and she was even more shocked: Was this guy going to take advantage of me?

In this cramped and enclosed space, people had to be very close to each other. With people from the Prince Qi's residence outside, she couldn't make a sound. So if the other party made a lewd move at this moment, she would be completely helpless.

Just then, she heard the other person's voice transmitted through her body: "Your heart is beating too fast, let me help you calm down."

Sang Qian was startled, only then realizing that a warm sensation was flowing from her palm throughout her body, and her rapid breathing quickly calmed down.

She finally realized that the other party was worried that her heartbeat was too rapid and would be discovered by the people of the Qi Prince's Mansion outside.

Oh dear, what was I thinking just now? How embarrassing!

"What's wrong? Your heart seems to be beating faster again?" Zuan's puzzled voice came.

Sang Qian blushed slightly, quickly shook her head, and turned her face to the other side. As a result, she saw the face of Qi Wang's concubine, Lan Youyou, and was startled.

It seems that the coffin was specially made and had a cooling effect. The light blue magic circle lines gave the inside of the coffin a faint blue light, so the other person's face could be seen relatively clearly.

Although she usually had the skills of a coroner and wasn't afraid of corpses, she had never experienced lying next to a corpse in a coffin before. Coupled with the surrounding environment, the corpse's icy blue face was particularly eerie, which made her subconsciously move closer to Zuan. The warmth emanating from him made her feel inexplicably at ease.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside: "Everyone hurry up and look around to eliminate any potential dangers. During the day, that guy Zuan was clamoring to examine the concubine's body. Don't let him take advantage of the situation."

"Yes!" came the orderly reply from the guards around them, and then they dispersed, clearly to search the area.

Sang Qian's expression changed, and she quietly mouthed to Zu An, "Han Fengqiu?"

Since they were both in the capital, she naturally knew about this famous guest advisor in the Prince Qi's residence.

Her cultivation level was not high enough, and she was worried that such a close distance would be noticed by a peak ninth-rank expert, so she dared not transmit her voice with her vital energy and instead mouthed the words, worried that the other party would not understand. At the same time, she used her fingertips to write words on the other party's chest.

Zu An subconsciously reached out to her slightly protruding chest to write a reply, but immediately realized his mistake, smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly transmitted his voice: "That's right, he's probably worried that I'll come to investigate secretly, so he's here to make sure everything is in order."

Sang Qian blushed slightly, clearly noticing the little incident that had just occurred, but there was nothing she could do but continue writing in response: "So what do we do now? Will we be discovered?"

"Don't worry, these people from the Qi Prince's mansion won't come to inspect the coffin of the Qi Prince's concubine," Zu An replied.

The two were already standing close together, and Zu An was also worried about being discovered by Han Fengqiu, so he subconsciously leaned close to Sang Qian's ear and whispered.

Sang Qian's ears were extremely sensitive. When she felt the warm breath exhaled by the other person as they spoke, she felt a tingling sensation spread from her ears throughout her body, and her heart inexplicably started to beat faster.

Just then, a guard outside suddenly exclaimed, "Mr. Han... Mr. Han!"

"What's wrong?" Han Fengqiu was somewhat displeased at being addressed like that by his subordinate.

The guard stammered, "The coffin is here... here... the concubine's clothes are showing."

The two people in the coffin were startled. Zu An looked up and saw that a corner of the concubine's skirt was pressed against the coffin lid. It must have been accidentally dropped there when Sang Qian was checking. She was in such a hurry when she hid in the coffin that she didn't have time to put it back on.

Zuan quickly pulled the hem of the skirt inside. At that moment, Han Fengqiu's voice came from the side, indicating that he had also come over: "Where is it? I can't see it."

"It was just... just here." The guard pointed to a spot on the coffin lid, his voice growing increasingly panicked. "Mr. Han, today is the seventh day after his death. Could it be haunted?"

"Don't talk nonsense, how could there be ghosts!" Han Fengqiu snorted, then footsteps sounded as he walked to the coffin and placed his hand on it.

Sang Qian's heart was pounding in her chest, her eyes filled with panic: "What should we do? What should we do?"

But she was immediately stunned, because the other person hugged her tightly.

Sang Qian's mind went blank. What kind of time is this? How could he still take advantage of me?

However, she immediately dismissed the idea. After spending time with him, she knew that although he might not be a gentleman, he was certainly capable of distinguishing between what was important and what was not, and he must have his reasons for doing so.

Zuan was somewhat surprised. He had been worried that the other party would struggle, but their cooperation made things much easier. So he used his full power to activate "Mirror of Truth" and faded their auras into nothingness.

Han Fengqiu sensed the coffin for a moment, then opened his eyes: "If there were any living people inside, they wouldn't have escaped my notice, and this coffin lid..."

As he spoke, he pushed the coffin, only to find it didn't budge: "See, it fits perfectly, don't think about anything else."

"But I clearly just now..." Before the guard could finish speaking, laughter erupted from the other guards nearby:

"You've always been a coward, you must be seeing things."

"Yes, I was just saying that today is the seventh day after her death, and I was afraid that the ghost of the concubine would come back."

"Is this what those storytellers at Tianqiao talk about, that suspicion breeds ghosts?"

...

Hearing the uproarious laughter around him, the guard blushed with embarrassment, thinking he must have really seen wrong.

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