Su Zhenghe looked at the nanmu coffin placed in the underground palace and was a little surprised.
My father actually used the coffin used by ancient emperors. Nanmu is rare and expensive, so he was really willing to spend a lot of money.
"Dad, what's going on? Why hasn't Mom's body been cremated?"
After that, the third son, Su Zhengfeng, immediately asked, "Dad! Mom's body is stored in this underground palace. Why did you hide it from us?"
"Yes, Dad, Su Yao said that Mom's death was unclear. Is there really a hidden story?"
The huge underground palace was right in front of them, and Su Minglan had to believe what Su Yao said.
"I know you have questions in your mind, and I will tell you and won't hide anything from you."
Su Changhe walked over to the coffin, touched it with one hand, and said with emotion: "You also know that your mother has always relied on me when she was alive. She didn't want to be separated from me... As early as three years ago, she begged me not to bury her alone in the cemetery in the future."
"She didn't want to be cremated and turned into ashes after her death. She wanted to keep her body intact and continue to stay at the Su residence with us."
"This was her only wish before she died, so I agreed to it."
Su Zhenghe asked, "Dad, this is Mom's last wish, and we understand... But if you keep Mom's body in the underground palace, won't it rot?"
"Uncle, don't worry. I have placed the Lanhai Dongzhu in grandma's coffin, which can ensure that grandma's body will not decay for a hundred years." Su Ziyun said.
Su Zhengtai looked at his son, his eyes filled with displeasure: "You already knew about your grandma's affairs, right?"
"Second brother, don't blame Ziyun. I didn't let him tell you about this. If it weren't for the Lanhai Dongzhu that Ziyun contributed, I wouldn't be able to fulfill your mother's last wish. I'm very grateful to Ziyun."
"As for why I hid this from you, it was because I was afraid you would object and worried that you would feel uncomfortable living in the Su residence."
Su Yao looked at the soul floating outside the underground palace and said coldly: "Open the coffin and examine the body."
"That's enough! Your grandfather has already explained the whole story clearly. Why do you still need to open the coffin for an autopsy?" Su Zhenghe's blood pressure suddenly soared.
She said, "Dad, the real murderer who killed grandma hasn't been found yet, how can we just let this go?"
Su Minglan angrily scolded, "Su Yao! Stop it! Opening your grandmother's coffin for an autopsy is treasonous! Don't let your grandmother rest in peace even after death!"
Su Zhengtai echoed, "Brother, Su Yao's behavior is becoming more and more unorthodox. You really need to discipline him strictly."
"Yes, brother, even if Su Yao accepted the strange dragon bone umbrella, it doesn't mean that she knows everything." Uncle Ye Shijia, who was standing in the corner, also spoke.
Su Yao looked at him and asked, "Uncle, you are so nervous, are you afraid that I will find out the truth after opening the coffin?"
"What do you mean? You're not doubting me, are you?"
Ye Shijia looked innocent. Su Minglan, eager to protect her husband, angrily scolded him, "Su Yao! Don't bite people like a mad dog! He's your uncle and your elder. You really have no respect for your parents!"
"Aunt, after grandma died, her tongue was cut out and her eyes gouged out. Don't you really want to know why?"
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