One couldn’t deny that at that moment, Pinger’s heart was stirred. Such a woman, let alone men, even she, a woman, couldn’t help but be moved, feeling a mix of admiration and pity. What a pity for such a peerless beauty to have perished. How many heroes would lament her loss? Her clothes were not typical of a woman’s but rather a man’s robe, with a loose collar revealing a large expanse of white skin and delicate collarbones. However, there was no sign of breasts; could it be that he was a man? Her hands, bold, touched his chest — it was flat. He was indeed a man! A tinge of secret joy stirred in her heart; why joy? He was merely a corpse, wasn’t he? If not dead, why would he be lying in such a cold place in this millennial ice coffin? A normal person would find it hard even to enter, let alone lie in this coffin. But such a man must have had an extraordinary status… A man with such a feminine face, truly a calamity. Before she could think further, her attention was drawn by a shocking patch of blood on his chest, dark and ominous, indicating poisoning. Unbuttoning his robe, she saw a scene that turned her stomach — the heart area seemed rotten, emitting a foul odor, black and surrounded by brownish-red blood trickling down. Underneath him, the blood had frozen into ice because of the millennial ice coffin, with a layer of ice covering the decaying chest.
For a moment, Yue Lianyi stood there, at a loss, also puzzled by who could have dealt such a cruel blow to this beautiful person, resorting to such a vicious scheme, poisoning him to such an extent.
“Miss, Miss, where are you?” Pinger’s anxious call came from the cave entrance. Her mistress was already so frail, and it had taken much effort with the elixir to bring her back to health. What if something else happened? The more Pinger thought, the more anxious she became, tears nearly falling.
