***
"Haha, ancient royalty didn't lack anything except money. Using it to hold ashes isn't completely unfathomable."
Lin Xuanzi said with a smile.
Even though Mai Xiaomai often deals with the dead,
thinking about the possibility of this being ashes
made her suddenly feel the psychological pressure of sleeping next to an urn every night.
It's all Lin Xuanzi's fault for bringing up something as inauspicious as an urn for no reason!
Seeing the hint of panic in her eyes, Lin Xuanzi amusingly asked, "As a forensic doctor, you shouldn't be afraid of an urn, right? If you truly are afraid, I can't believe you'd be an excellent forensic doctor."
"It's not fear, but there's a significant psychological pressure sharing a room with an urn every night."
Mai Xiaomai explained helplessly, then put the small box in and closed the big box.
"Baby, put your treasure away and then come to my place for some soup."
"I'm a bit tired; can I skip it?"
