After a long conversation filled with complaints about his father, the Liu Family, and the naivety of childhood, he never once reflected on his own mistakes. Moreover, he remained utterly clueless, leaving Qi Shuo too weary to ask any further questions.
The others treated him as if he were invisible, continuing with their own tasks. Another hour passed, and once the mechanisms were resolved, the child clapped his hands in delight. Liu conducted a thorough inspection, confirming that there were no remaining hazards, and nodded to the crowd.
As it was time for parting, Liu looked reluctantly at Liu Cong and said, "Grandpa has to go."
"Huh? Not going."
"Grandpa has a mission to undertake, a very large one that will take a long time. I don’t even know when I can come back to see you, Congcong."
"I want to go too."
Grandpa wished he could take Congcong along, but he was too small to join him.
Liu Cong insisted, "I’m not small! I’m not small!"
"But it’s dangerous there. Grandpa is just an old man now; I can't protect you. I’m entrusting you to Grandpa Lei. He has many older brothers and sisters who will take good care of you."
"Just wait for Grandpa like you do every time I go to the Royal Tomb on a mission. Once my task is done, I’ll rush back to see you. This time, though, you might have to wait a bit longer."
The child pouted, disappointment etched across his face. Liu felt a pang of sorrow but knew he could no longer indulge him as before. With a heavy heart, he turned to Lei Zong'ao and bowed solemnly. The Liu Family had few members left after this ordeal.
However, Liu Cong was special; perhaps the emperor would not make things difficult for such a unique child. "Please help him in any way you can. If it comes down to it, at least ensure he has a swift end," Liu requested.
Lei Zong'ao replied, "After your death, the legacy of the Liu Family rests entirely on this child. If the emperor wishes to relocate the tombs, he will undoubtedly need him. Rest assured; this child's life can be preserved."
Not just this child—due to the project’s requirements, many lives from the Liu Family could be saved as well; however, their circumstances would not be as favorable as before.
Upon hearing this, Liu's expression grew complex. Even if they managed to save him, the child would be confined within these tombs for his entire life. He wondered whether living was truly better for him or not.
After giving brief instructions, Liu felt a deep pull within his soul—time was running out. He thanked Sang Qingxiao before stepping out of the small room and disappearing.
Liu Cong was exceptionally well-behaved; he held back tears while leaning against Lei Zong'ao's side, playing quietly with his mechanical toy.
Lei Zong'ao went outside to arrange for people to fill in the tomb chamber to prevent collapse while Sang Qingxiao suggested they traverse the Underground Passage leading to the Ming Dynasty Emperor's Tomb.
Unlike their previous tense escape, this time everyone held torches high to illuminate the passageway thoroughly; with ample light provided, no traces could hide away.
Qi Shuo examined the claw marks on the wall and deduced that they resembled pangolin prints. Aside from crows and rats, they must have kept other animals as well.
Sang Qingxiao also mentioned that these animals were very obedient. They could prevent mice from invading farms, make crows fly dozens of miles straight to the palace, and even have Pangolins dig holes for them.
Animals are obedient.
Qi Shuo recalled having seen similar keywords in the Case Files of The Office of Censors. He had a vague impression; could it be the Southern Great Ginger Dynasty? In their country, there was a tribe that lived deep in the mountains. Although few in number, each member possessed the ability to tame beasts.
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