Seeing Shu Lan still hesitating, Meng Qing immediately said: “Everything will be decided by Miss Yi.” Shu Lan, seeing Luo Zhan trust Yi Yao so much, also agreed. Getting Shu Lan to agree to follow Yu Yi’s arrangements would ensure Yu Yi could control everything in the Luo Zhan residence during Meng Qing’s fake death.
He first looked at the face of the person in the coffin. Seeing the person lying motionless in the coffin, the thin cotton cloth wrapped around his head last night had been removed, his hair neatly combed. Although his complexion was grayish-blue and his eyes slightly sunken, it was undoubtedly Luo Zhan himself.
Then Luo Ye stared carefully at Luo Zhan’s chest, thinking that if he were faking death, his chest would certainly show movement. Holding one’s breath could temporarily stop chest movement, but not for long.
Because Yu Yi had anticipated that Luo Ye would request opening the coffin, after Meng Qing lay in the coffin, she had sewn a thin iron wire into the funeral cloth covering him. The wire created a space in front of his chest, so even if he breathed underneath the cloth, it would be invisible from the outside.
Luo Ye stared into the coffin for a while and could not detect any flaws, then looked up. “
Seeing no issues, she relaxed and ordered people to close the coffin. When Luo Ye saw her relieved expression, he called out, “Wait!”
Shu Lan became panicked, wanting to ask why he stopped the coffin from being closed, but afraid that speaking might arouse his suspicion. She suppressed her nervousness and looked at Luo Ye, but his gaze made her even more anxious. She wanted to seek advice from Yi Yao, only to discover she had unknowingly left the funeral hall.
