Ran Yan lifted the plain cloth and saw the corpse of Judge Yang, heaving a slight sigh. The man, who had retained a semblance of his past valor just the day before, was now swollen beyond recognition.
The summer heat was intense, especially in the humid climate of Jiangnan, so preserving the body to this extent must have required a great deal of effort.
Ran Yan took out bidentate achyranthes and Atractylodes, lit them, and drizzled strong vinegar over the body, yet she did not immediately begin the autopsy; instead, she quietly waited for a moment.
Yu Bohao watched Ran Yan with amazement, as if what laid before her wasn't a dreadful corpse but rather something fascinating. How many wives in this world would be attracted to a corpse? His gaze shifted to Judge Yang's body; his stomach churned violently, nearly causing him to vomit. From this pile of decaying flesh, it was completely impossible to imagine this had once been a dignified and handsome Han man.
