"But...speaking of which, when did Miss Xu die? It seems like...on the eleventh, right? Till today, it's just...maybe she missed home, came to visit, and accidentally clashed with the celebration." Another guest said.
Yu Liang furrowed his brows slightly inside the coffin, confused. The previous section was a bout of moon-face conflict, but now this dark marriage was even getting a taste of Chinese horror?
But then again, as soon as he entered the mission, there was a "TianTian lucky calendar" app, which told fortunes according to the lunar calendar. There was also a brass water dish full of scales in his room, which seemed to lean toward a Chinese style too.
It didn't seem out of place.
So, this copy task originally carried a heavy Chinese flavor, it's just that he hadn't paid much attention to it.
It was completely different from the previous tasks.
He started contemplating the words of these two guests.
When did Xu Cixi die?
