A woman lay in the jade coffin with no clothes on. She was entirely naked, and her skin was snow white and bloodless; she looked like she was sculpted from ice. She looked exactly as depicted on the relief on the stone door, and was elegant beyond compare. Her figure was slender and she was ample where she should be and plump where she should be in a very sexy way. She lay silently in the jade coffin, quiet and serene, giving one the impression that she was not dead but asleep. 

Xia Lei was beyond surprised. ‘This Princess Yong-Mei looks barely older than 20. Did she die young?’

The ancient book of the White Hun Tribe had not recorded when the princess had died, and all the history books of China, history and even folktales had no record of a ‘Princess Yong-Mei’. There was no way to verify when and how she died. 

Xia Lei’s gaze stopped at her neck. She had a gold necklace around her neck and the pendant of the necklace was not a precious gem or jade but a gold pointer-needle. Jewels and precious jade lay around her, every piece an exquisite work, but he did...