Su Qiao jumped down from the coffin lid and stared mockingly at Old Master Su:
"Old Man Su, even now, you can still say something like that."
Jiang He's wife—in other words, the original body's mother—was probably descended from someone from Peach Blossom Valley.
Moreover, she seemed to have some familial connection with her mother from that other plane. Otherwise, they would not have looked somewhat alike.
Of course, these were merely Su Qiao's guesses.
After all, more than two thousand years had passed, and the origins could no longer be verified.
But even so, counting from their ancestors, she was not someone the Su Family could disparage.
"To be honest, Old Man Su, your ancestors were truly shameless."
"They were clearly nothing more than servants, yet they presumptuously changed their surname from Lyu to Su, taking the same surname as the Empress. Back then, they would have been sentenced to death already."
"Oh, being sentenced to death should still have been the lightest punishment."
Su Qiao caressed the Golden Coffin and smiled carelessly:
"Do you know what the husband of this Empress—the God of War of the Eastern Yue Dynasty, Prince Jing, the Regent who held absolute power—disliked the most?"
"What he disliked most was anyone showing disrespect toward his Princess Consort."
"Everyone who showed disrespect toward his Princess Consort was killed by him, and they all died horribly. Being dismembered by five horses was considered the lightest punishment."
"Tell me, what kind of death should await a mere servant of your Lyu Family who presumptuously changed his surname to the royal surname, then kept disturbing their rest after they had been at peace for so many years, hoping to seize their burial objects?"
Old Master Su began imagining the worst again. He stared at her in terror. "Y-you—you...