Reborn as a Funeral Heir

Xun He learned to read death by touch, smell, and the shape of a body left behind. When he woke as a young court noble, he kept that habit. He checked the lips of the dead, the nails, the seams of the robe, and the floor under the bier. The court used him as a funeral man because he saw what others missed. He also had one rare skill that worked only in total silence, so he spent every spare hour building that silence with screens, cloth, and locked doors. His private life cracked in small ways. He still flinched when he heard a name from his old life. He still hid his sealed personal phone in the pouch at his hip like a curse. Then a dead man’s burial sends him toward a list of names, and on...