The corpse, dressed in a four-claw python robe and a purple-gold crown, lay in the coffin as if asleep, showing no signs of decay. His face was as white as snow, likely preserved by the strange fragrance.
"Wuyou, don't you think this man looks a bit like our Young Master?" Wuqing asked Wuyou after a moment.
Wuyou's attention was on the fragrance; she had never encountered one that could prevent a corpse from decaying. Upon hearing Wuqing's question, she took a closer look at the body. Besides looking older than the Young Master, he did indeed bear a strong resemblance. Those sword-like eyebrows and that full forehead were particularly similar.
She nodded. "He does look very much like him. Go call the Young Master to come and see."
Wuxin, acting as the messenger, immediately went to call Xiao Yunjing. When Xiao Yunjing heard the summons, he asked Gu Qingli to sit by herself for a moment while he went to see.
Gu Qingli nodded.
