Tan'er asked in surprise, "Where's the dead body?"
Meng Qianqian gently patted the coffin and said, "It's empty. Some people arrange their affairs before they pass. Coffins made of golden nanmu are quite rare; this is likely what the Prime Minister prepared for himself for the future."
Tan'er crossed her arms. "For the future? Fat chance!"
Meng Qianqian pushed open the coffin lid.
The little wolf cub immediately tried to climb inside.
Meng Qianqian lay down inside the coffin.
Bai Yuwei's expression changed. "Hey—what are you doing lying in a coffin while you're alive? Aren't you afraid it's bad luck—"
"I want to too!"
Tan'er giggled and climbed into the coffin, lying down beside Meng Qianqian.
The little wolf cub clawed at the coffin wildly.
"Alright, alright." Bai Yuwei picked up the little creature and placed it inside too.
Tan'er held the little furball close.