Zheng Quchi couldn't stand the stench either. Not being disgusted was one thing, but in order to proceed smoothly, she stuffed two wads of cotton she had prepared beforehand into her nose.
Fu Rong remained silent, and she assumed he was grieving and reminiscing. She never expected him to say something like that. She felt a growing sense of unease and glanced at him thoughtfully, remaining expressionless.
The seed of doubt that had been planted in my heart is now gradually sprouting.
"Where have you been all these days since you disappeared?" she asked casually, pretending to be concerned, as she tidied the body's clothes.
Fu Rong was at a loss for words, so he could only make up an excuse: "I... I went to take care of some business."
"What's the matter?"
"I..." His expression remained relatively calm, but sweat began to bead on his forehead: "It's about what the general instructed me to do before he died..."
"Before he died? So this corpse... is it really Yuwen Sheng's?"
A sudden remark left Fu Rong frozen in place.
But he quickly realized what was going on and asked with a look of surprise and doubt, "Why do you say that, Madam? Do you suspect that the Kingdom of Julu used a fake corpse to deceive us?"
Zheng Quchi stared at him for a long time, so long that Fu Rong couldn't hold back anymore, but she looked away and said, "No rush, maybe I'm just overthinking it."
She stopped trying to engage with Fu Rong and instead focused intently on reaching out to the corpse inside the coffin. Once again, she slowly removed the mask of the shaman... But this time, she was more composed and her mind was much calmer.
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