Chapter 1135: Autopsy

Bo Li regretted speaking so harshly to Bo Yanching at the beginning.

He was also apprehensive about him causing trouble at the funeral.

When he spoke again, he was already cautiously deliberating, “The burial time was chosen by a feng shui master.

Missing this time isn’t good for my second brother.

I know you’re angry, but let’s discuss it after we return.

For now, let’s allow the funeral to proceed smoothly, okay?”

Okay?

Even though he later softened his tone, between the lines, he was blaming Yanqing for being thoughtless.

Shouldn’t he make a fuss?

“Burial can proceed, but I’ve invited a forensic expert over.”

Bo Li’s heart jumped, “What do you want to do?”

“Exhume for an autopsy.”

“Exhume…”

There was an uproar among the guests.

Many didn’t understand, yet no one left; everyone wanted to know more about the Bo Family’s power struggle.

Bo Li’s face turned completely somber, “Nonsense!

What are you questioning?

Are you suggesting that someone in the family had a hand in my second brother’s death?

I’ve already told you, his death wasn’t very honorable.

Besides, performing an autopsy in front of everyone would disturb the guests and disrespect my brother’s body.

As his son, is it so hard for you to let him depart with dignity?”

Bo Yanching’s black eyes slightly narrowed, his features sharp as a blade, exuding an aura of arrogance.

His slightly furrowed brow sent a chill down one’s spine, filling the heart with dread.

With eyes exuding near indifference to the mortal world, he stared straight at Bo Li, speaking coldly: “Precisely because I want my father to depart with dignity, I insist on an autopsy.

The body won’t speak, but it is the most honest.

Perhaps it will help me discover some secrets.”

Bo Li’s heart suddenly sank.

He was racking his brain on how to stop this.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed in.

Bodyguards made way, and at least five forensic experts in white coats entered.

They all stood behind Bo Yanching.

Despite having injured his leg, his authoritative presence was undiminished.

Even leaning on a cane with one leg slightly elevated, it couldn’t hide the innate sense of perilous authority.

“Uncle, will you allow this or not?”

Bo Li actually shivered.

“Then it seems you will allow it.”

With a single look from Bo Yanching, Mo Tingshen instantly understood.

He nodded to a few bodyguards, who then brought tools from somewhere, ready to pry open the sealed coffin.

“I dare anyone to move!”

Suddenly, a voice deep as a resonant bell and filled with immense anger echoed throughout the funeral grounds.

Elder Bo appeared at the entrance.

Beside him stood Maternal Auntie Wen, supporting him as they entered.

Step by step, the sound of the cane striking the ground was piercingly loud.

The entire hall fell silent, and wherever Elder Bo passed, those around instinctively bowed their heads, respectfully addressing him as “Elder Bo.”

Elder Bo acknowledged no one.

He proceeded directly forward.

To the black-and-white portrait of Bo Mu.

He lifted his hand slightly, and Maternal Auntie Wen withdrew her supporting hand, quietly stepping back.

Elder Bo looked up at Bo Mu’s photo, tears in his eyes.

His anger etched deeply across his face, excessively pulling at his mouth and brow.

“Mu’er, look at the good son you’ve raised.

He wasn’t close to you when he was alive, now he’s causing a scene at your funeral.

Blood ties let him act so recklessly.

If you’re in such a state in death, what will my fate be when I die?

Do you know this from the other side?

Do you know?”

Elder Bo’s grip on the cane tightened, the loose skin on his hand revealing the bone structure.

He struck the cane down rhythmically, his body trembling with anger, as words broke through his clenched teeth—