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The old man was quite cautious, fearing that the Office of Censors might catch him, Qi Shuo chuckled. He seemed to be nitpicking over trivial matters, as if he thought the Office of Censors wasn't busy enough. "Let's continue discussing the important matters."
Lei Zong'ao casually picked up a pen and marked seven spots on the traces of rodent activity with black dots, quickly connecting them with a line. He sighed, "It ends here; we've reached the tomb chamber area. The tomb chamber is relatively spacious and easy to clean, so it has been tidied up quite well."
After Liu Fan left, I walked around the tomb a few more times and calculated several routes. Lei Zong'ao drew a few lines with his pen and pointed to the last one. "If you all have time, it would be convenient for you to take a look with me. This route has the highest possibility; let's start checking from there."
Sang Qingxiao thought for a moment and confirmed, "Lei Luo said that it's ominous for women to be too close to the tomb."
However, Lei Zong'ao replied, "The emperor is about to relocate the tomb; why worry about such things? With Miss Sang's help, Old Man will be safer."
"Are they really relocating?"
He didn't want to say more on this topic, and Sang Qingxiao wisely refrained from asking further. The conversation returned to the rodent paths in the tomb. Why did Old Master Lei think this place had the highest possibility?
This was a lifeline. Ancient texts mentioned this route as well. When emperors were buried, they often did not want future generations to know their whereabouts or the secrets of their tombs. They might even bury someone alive as a companion; this route was a precautionary measure for the Lei Family to leave behind a legacy.
"You speak quite frankly," Qi Shuo remarked.
I had learned about the Yongxin Marquis's style before—firm yet somewhat flexible. While serving in the Court, they could be honest and accommodating with each other without infringing on one another's interests, working together to uncover results; the process was secondary.
The methods of concealment had also been employed by Yongxin Marquis before. Old Man happened to know some details; if he could accommodate others, why couldn't they show some pity towards this old man?
Old Master Lei seemed to be somewhat taking advantage of his age.
Having one more friend is certainly better than having one more enemy. I observed coldly that Yongxin Marquis's situation in the Court wasn't as glamorous as it appeared on the surface; perhaps there would come a time when Old Man would be useful.
"I will speak with the Marquis," Qi Shuo said thoughtfully. "Ultimately, it still depends on his intentions."
"Then I thank Yongxin Marquis in advance."
After reaching a preliminary consensus, under Lei Zong'ao's lead, they took several small paths and smoothly avoided others, circling around to the back of the tomb chamber.
Under a white tiger sculpture, Lei Zong'ao found a small switch. When he pressed it, the statue split open sideways without making any noise until it opened wide enough for a person to pass through.
Lei Zong'ao sighed, "This tunnel was designed by that old guy Liu himself. The last barrier was dug by him personally. Did you see? Not a sound at all; his craftsmanship is remarkable."
Alas, what a pity—a good person ended up being plotted against by his own descendants. Old Master Lei even knew about it?
Hmph, I know all too well about their family. It's just that no one expected that kid to be so ruthless!
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