The foul smell was unbearable, and Ye Zi'an and the others couldn't help but vomit.
Even those who had fainted earlier were awakened by the stench.
"Ugh..." The Eighth Prince of the Grand Emperor roared angrily, "What is going on? Why does it smell so bad?"
But as soon as he shouted, he met the deep gaze of Baili Yan, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"Bro... Brother, wh… why are you here so late?"
Baili Yan ignored him, instead he and Mu Shaoling returned to the coffin.
"Look, the face is bulging. Once it fully decomposes, it will fall off."
After a moment, Baili Yan spoke in a deep voice, "The matter has reached this point, we can only continue the mistake. The funeral will proceed as usual tomorrow, but this person cannot lie inside."
"The Grand Emperor has two golden coffins. I suggest using the other coffin for burial. Since this one is already damaged, let's burn it along with the body."
