Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord

At first, Xuexue found it really strange—why did the Weirdo take one look at the coffin and immediately decide it was the Empress Dowager’s coffin?

Then she looked more closely and saw that in the center of the hall there was something shaped like a tombstone, with the Empress Dowager’s name, date of birth, and date of death written on it.

The Elder had been locked in a coffin by the Empress Dowager for decades and hated her to his very bones. Even though the Empress Dowager was dead now, his hatred still hadn’t faded; he wished he could grind her bones to dust.

The Elder let out a roar, strained his arms, suddenly sank his weight, channeling all his martial power into his palms. Smoke coiled around his hands; he stepped forward and slammed a vicious palm strike into the coffin...

"Bang, bang...!"

The coffin rolled forward a few times with several loud crashes, but the lid didn’t so much as budge—there was no sign of it opening.

The Elder was furious; he hammered at it a few more times, still unable to tell what this coffin was made of. Whatever the material was, it just wouldn’t break.

"I don’t buy it. No way I can’t smash open this Old Witch’s coffin."

The Elder cursed under his breath, rolling up his sleeves as he readied himself to lay into the coffin again with more Kung Fu.

Watching from the side, Xuexue had already figured out the trick. She stepped forward to stop him and said, "Senior, the Empress Dowager’s coffin isn’t made of ordinary material. Using brute force like that, there’s no way you’ll open it. Don’t waste your strength."

Seeing this from his spot on the pillar, the Weirdo gave a swish and jumped down, asking, "Girl, did you notice something?"

Xuexue said, "I watched for a while and found that the Empress Dowager’s coffin is made from Iron Birch. Beating on it like this is basically useless."

The Elder was livid and squawked, "I don’t believe that. It’s still just wood, isn’t it? As if The Emperor would treat that Old Devout Woman so well. Back then that Old Devout Woman schemed and killed so many people just to help him onto that throne. You’d think he’d at least give her a Jade Coffin to lie in. Who knew, haha..."

By the end, the Elder was sneering coldly. "Doesn’t even measure up to the coffin I slept in for dozens of years."

Xuexue said, "Senior, you’re wrong. The timber of this coffin is incredibly precious."

The Elder didn’t believe her; he snorted disdainfully and said, "What’s so damn precious about it? It’s still just the same crappy wood."

Even though the Weirdo had lived in the Deep Mountains and Ancient Forests for decades, he had truly never heard of Iron Birch. Knowing Xuexue was sharp, he asked, "Girl, what’s different about the wood?"

Xuexue reached out and patted the coffin. After examining it for a moment, she said, "The wood of this coffin is called Iron Birch. It’s an extremely rare kind of timber. The Eldest Prince never led troops into battle, so of course he wouldn’t know about it. This wood is unbelievably hard—harder than steel. It can even be forged into deadly weapons for use on the battlefield. So even though the Empress Dowager’s coffin is made of wood, saying it’s worth as much as Liancheng City wouldn’t be exaggerating."

The Weirdo and the Elder stared at each other after hearing this. They really had never heard of Iron Birch; they’d only ever heard of iron being forged into weapons, never wood.

Xuexue said, "If you don’t believe me, go ask the War Prince. He’ll definitely be familiar with this stuff."

The Elder froze for a second, then lifted his foot and kicked the coffin hard, snarling, "I refuse to believe that I can’t drag this Old Devout Woman out today and whip her corpse."

The Elder reached behind his back and pulled out a Long Saber, jamming it against the coffin lid and prying with all his might, trying to lever it open.

He’d thought he’d finally found the right approach—after all, the lid was just set on top and held in place with a few nails. With enough effort it should eventually come loose. But even after straining as if he had the strength of an ox and a tiger, the lid still didn’t move an inch.