It was unsettling to behold.
And her nails had been filed to sharp points, extremely sharp.
Yue Mingxuan lightly touched one of them.
Just that single brush was enough for a bead of blood to well up from his fingertip.
He glanced down at it.
Silence erupted between the two of them.
Beside them, the black coffin lid lay quietly on the ground.
The drop of blood from Yue Mingxuan's fingertip fell and traced its way down along the carved patterns of the lid.
The conclusion they had reached weighed heavily on them both.
Based on the series of changes in Imperial Noble Consort Wan's body, Yue Mingxuan could determine with certainty that the martial arts carved into the wall had been practiced by her.
In other words, the one who had suffered reversed internal energy flow and lost control had been her.
Originally, he had intended to open the coffins one by one to see where that person had hidden the clue. Yet the very first coffin had already yielded results.
