Although she looked aged, one could still tell that Princess Minyue was an absolute beauty in her youth.
Su Ningyan was more anxious than anyone, and she first scanned around the coffin.
At the top of the coffin, she spotted something black and fan-shaped.
She immediately ran over, "Shuang'er, is that the Blurry Grass?" she asked, noting its resemblance to Ganoderma.
Lin Zishuang walked over and nodded, "Cousin, this indeed is Blurry Grass."
Overwhelmed, Su Ningyan knelt and kowtowed on the ground, "Ancestors of the Zhuo Family, thank you for saving Junyue's life, thank you for protecting him."
She couldn't help but burst into tears, her little uncle was finally going to be saved.
Zhuo Junyue walked over and helped her up, "Wife, stop crying, or the ancestors might think I am mistreating their granddaughter-in-law."
Zhuo Junyue wiped away her tears, feeling a pang of heartache.
This period had been harrowing for him, poisoning him and leaving his darling in constant fear.