Zheng Quchi had no time to answer She Guan's questions. She asked directly, "The coffin has been opened. Can we examine the body now?"
Seeing that her attention was entirely focused on the corpse in the coffin, She Guan knew that she had no intention of dealing with anything else, so he suppressed his emotions for the time being and said angrily, "Go ahead and examine it if you want."
He implied something malicious: "As long as you don't feel scared or disgusted when you see the corpse later."
The other people in Julu Kingdom stopped laughing. Did they simply stop liking to laugh?
No, I can't laugh anymore.
Completely different from their previous smug and arrogant demeanor, they couldn't believe that such a delicate and petite woman had so easily broken their trap. Suppressing their anger, they deliberately stepped aside and stood by, leaving her alone in front of the dark, plain coffin.
"Isn't she capable of unlocking the mechanism of the plain coffin? Let's see if she can lift the coffin lid. The Imperial Guards have already withdrawn, and most of the court officials here have a bad relationship with Yuwen Sheng. The remaining ones avoid the stench and evil aura of the rotting corpse, so for the moment, not a single person has any intention of stepping forward to help."
But Zheng Quchi was unwilling to wait even a second longer. Without relying on anyone's help, she simply raised her hand, bent her elbow, and pushed hard, causing the loose coffin lid to slide off the bottom of the coffin with one hand, slamming it heavily to the ground with a "smack".
Everyone present was taken aback: "..."
Even if this coffin lid is light, it must weigh over a hundred pounds. If she used skillful force before, this must be her true strength now.
They stared intently at Zheng Quchi.
...I never imagined that this general's wife would possess such strange, no, such divine power.
But they didn't have much time to be surprised. As expected, a strong stench wafted out of the coffin as the lid was completely removed. Everyone in the hall couldn't help but cover their noses and hurriedly back away. Some people even felt like vomiting.
What does a rotting corpse smell like? Zheng Quchi couldn't describe it either, but it was definitely unpleasant.
But the thought that the corpse might be Yuwen Sheng's... made it bearable.
Zheng Quchi stood beside the coffin, unlike the others who avoided it. She even placed her hand on the coffin, preparing to examine the body.
The ministers of Ye looked over in surprise, and at that moment they were truly filled with admiration and amazement for her.
Hiss~
This general's wife is truly brave; she can endure such a pungent and nauseating smell without showing any disgust.
The people from Julu Kingdom were also surprised to find that the lady they initially thought was "weak" was not weak at all. In fact, she was strong inside and out, with a fierce personality and a tough heart.
No wonder she dared to marry a man like Yuwen Sheng; she must not be an ordinary woman.
Zheng Quchi was focused on confirming the authenticity of the corpse and didn't care about anything else. Just as she was about to lean over the coffin to examine it, she saw Yuan Xingzhou walk down quickly and take out a plain white handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose.
The foul odor that filled his nostrils was immediately replaced by the cool, agarwood scent that belonged to him.
“Cover it up,” Yuan Xingzhou said.
She turned to look at him.
"Don't touch it, it might contain corpse poison."
Corpse poison? Is this still on the corpse?
Zheng Quchi didn't understand these things, but since Yuan Xingzhou had kindly reminded her, she nodded and obediently covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
Finally, she peered into the coffin and saw clearly the battered corpse inside.
So much time has passed, and the body has been soaked in water, so the degree of decomposition is unimaginable. Even though the temperature was not high recently, and the people of Julu Kingdom added some ice and insect repellent powder to prevent the body from smelling bad during transport so that it wouldn't be covered with maggots, the body was still a shocking sight.
"Is it Yuwen Sheng?" Yuan Xingzhou paid no attention to the corpse, but stared intently at Zheng Quchi.
He didn't need to cover his mouth and nose because he knew the art of tortoise breathing.
Zheng Quchi did not reply. At this moment, she seemed to be slowly drowning in the deep sea, unable to hear anything clearly. She used her eyes instead of her hands to search for evidence on the corpse.
It was him.
I also want to prove that it wasn't him.
In her eyes, this was not a corpse, but a piece of evidence, something she had to verify.
The mask on the corpse looked familiar; she had often seen Yuwen Sheng wear it, and there were many of the same style in their family's trunks.
The clothes he wore, and the accessories hanging from his waist, were exactly the same as those from that day, even the arrow wounds on his body...
She slowly closed her eyes, her memory returning to the day she escaped from the Julu Kingdom's army. She stood on the bow of the ship, surrounded by red flames and clear blue water, lush aquatic plants. She was suspended in mid-air, her limbs hooked by sharp claws on the shore, and finally struck by countless flying arrows...
Zheng Quchi's lips suddenly turned pale, and she abruptly opened her bloodshot eyes.
Without hesitation, she reached out and removed the other person's mask. The swollen and rotting face was so bad that the features were no longer recognizable. However... however, the two bright red phoenix tears at the corners of the other person's eyes were as conspicuous as ironclad evidence. In addition, every wound on his body was exactly the same as she remembered, leaving no room for error.
She has a good memory. As long as she recalls her past memories and compares them one by one, she knows that the figure she watched fall to her death is the same person.
Yuan Xingzhou turned her body around, preventing her from facing the corpse any longer.
"That's enough. Whether it is or isn't... it doesn't matter anymore," he said, frowning.
“The wounds on his body are all the same…” Zheng Quchi looked into his eyes and murmured softly, “I guess no one in this world knows more about every wound on his body than I do, except for him.”
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