The servant named Awang lay beside the coffin, his eyes wide open, with a bloody hole on his forehead.
Bai Ruozhu was terrified. The corner of the coffin wasn't that sharp, how did it cause such an injury?
"Did any of you see him fall on his own?" Master Xue asked.
"No, he went inside to clean, we were all outside, and suddenly he screamed. When we looked in, he was already like this," the steward said, "I called a few people to go in together, and when we went over, he was already not breathing."
"Then how do you know he fell and hit his head? It could have been the wrongdoer who attacked Zhizhi," Master Xue said.
Jiang Yichun spoke up, "Report to the government office."
"This..." Master Xue was a bit hesitant. He had just suppressed the gossip in the residence and didn't want people saying things like his wife coming back to life. Reporting to the government office now would be bad for his family's reputation and that of his children.
