"That's not right!"
"The day in the cave, Zhao Junyao's inner garment was clearly white!"
"But the corpse I saw today had black inner sleeves!"
Xia Ruqing was somewhat agitated, her breathing unstable.
Although the room was too dark, she was absolutely sure that the person's inner garment was black and not stained with blood.
"That's right!"
Xia Ruqing suddenly sat up, breathing heavily.
'Zhao Junyao, you're not dead, are you?'
'That wasn't you, right?'
Finding the breakthrough, everything that was out of place unraveled easily.
First, why didn't Zhao Junqi take her to see the body immediately?
Because he didn't find the body either.
So after searching desperately for days without any result, he could only fabricate a corpse to deceive her.
Second, why didn't that corpse have the familiar scent she knew?
Zhao Junyao is the Emperor; the unique, precious ambergris comparable to gold belongs to him alone.
