After offering incense, Princess Zhaoyang stroked the weathered tombstone and said apologetically, "Sister, I'm sorry to disturb your peace. I hope you won't blame me."
A gentle breeze blew by, brushing against her face, as if in some kind of response.
Princess Zhaoyang was in tears.
The Marquis of Yong'an offered to wipe away her tears, but she shook her head and refused.
"Let's dig."
She gave instructions to the guards.
The guards carefully dug open the grave, carried out the coffin, and pried open the lid.
Princess Zhaoyang stared intently at their movements.
When everything inside the coffin was exposed to the sunlight, she wiped away her tears and stepped forward.
Inside the coffin was only a skeleton and faded, ornate clothing and ornaments.
Even though the once kind face had been transformed into a sinister skeleton, Princess Zhaoyang could still recognize that this was her sister.
Her dear, beloved sister.
The elder sister's skin and flesh had long since disappeared, and her hair had fallen out. Princess Zhaoyang could not tell whether her face had been peeled off, so she had to ask a coroner to examine her bones.
"When this young lady's remains were still intact, she did indeed have no face."
The coroner replied in this way.
Princess Zhaoyang immediately fainted.
When I woke up, I was already in the mansion.
Marquis Yong'an helped her sit up and brought a bowl of ginseng soup to her lips.
"The physician said you've been overexerting yourself and need some nourishment."
He said softly.
Princess Zhaoyang silently finished the whole bowl of soup.
After the Marquis of Yong'an put down the bowl, she remained silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said calmly, "Qingxian, I want to find that person and avenge my sister."
Marquis Yong'an nodded.
"Okay, I'll help you."
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