If it weren't for that excessively pale complexion, at first glance it looked so peaceful as if she were just asleep.
The older woman was about thirty years old, dressed in a plain white dress, her appearance still beautiful as in life, wearing a married woman's bun, with traces of dignified grace between her eyebrows and eyes.
Beside her, the younger woman looked shockingly young—seemingly no more than sixteen years old, dressed in a blue and white dress, her damp bangs sticking to her forehead, her not-yet-matured face still possessing the soft contours unique to young girls.
The servants gathered around, glancing sideways and covering their faces, while several young maidservants couldn't help but sob softly.
Lu Xuan stared expressionlessly at the two female corpses on the ground, his gaze repeatedly scraping over their soaked clothes and pale skin.
Too clean.
