[The cold, calculating prince and the sweet, goofy coffin maker]
The capital is a place full of trouble. There’s always something going on, and when it comes to murder and arson, you need a coffin!
Shen Basi’s family has been in the business for generations!
They say Lord Xihe is a cunning sort. Even when he kills his own concubines, he needs several coffins, claiming he’s afraid someone might steal the bodies.
Wouldn’t that be like money falling from the sky? Who’d turn it down? Everyone knows the Shen family specializes in coffins, and Shen Basi supplies every coffin in the capital! The work may bring bad luck, but a few coffins for the dead concubines are nothing she can’t handle. She just can’t figure out why she ended up in one herself.
[The murder-and-robbery skit]
Lord Xihe: How did the man die?
Coroner: Your Highness, Miss Shen shoved him into a coffin and suffocated him.
Shen Basi: Lies!
Her inner thoughts: What an overbearing, insufferable guy! Rotten to the core beneath that pretty face!
[The hopeless-romantic skit]
A certain prince gazed expectantly at the woman in front of him as she focused on carving flowers. “Xiaoba, the third day of next month is my birthday.”
The woman answered with utmost sincerity: “Your Highness, coffin-making is my specialty. How about I give you a coffin made from the Shen family’s ancestral wood for your birthday?”
The prince’s face instantly turned into a giant question mark.
“If Xiaoba is going to make one, then make it a double.”
“Why?”
“So I can take you with me when I’m buried.”
Only his principal wife was ever allowed to share his final resting place. If three people were crammed together after death, things would surely get complicated.
The woman shook her head. “No way!”
The prince: “...”
