"I just suddenly thought of a brilliant plan!" Chen Yun grinned slyly, "It's like we were feeling drowsy, and the heavens just handed us a pillow!"
"What kind of ridiculous metaphor is that? Are you showing off your wit and intellect? Get to the point!"
Being met with disdain from Lin Chan, Chen Yun let out a dismissive snort before getting serious. "How about we use this unidentified corpse to throw a grand funeral for Zhilan? We'll tell everyone outright that He Zhilan was tragically murdered. Then, we clean up this unidentified female corpse. Even if anyone comes to verify, they won't be able to say for certain it's not He Zhilan. This way, while it might be a bit unlucky to hold a funeral for someone alive, given the current circumstances, it's a much safer option for Zhilan. After the funeral, none of us should contact Zhilan in the village. Eventually, even those who were initially suspicious of us will give up after keeping an eye on us for long enough."
