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My mind was filled with various schemes from Old Cao the Craftsman, each one intricately connected to the next.
It was hard to fathom that this blacksmith elder in the village possessed such profound skills.
I was so lost in thought that someone tapped me on the head.
That strikingly handsome face, with eyes as bright as obsidian, looked at me, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Have you come up with an answer?"
Mu Xuanche's presence left me mesmerized, utterly captivated.
"Wipe your drool," he said lightly.
Instinctively, I reached up to wipe my mouth, only to realize there was nothing there and that I had fallen for his trick.
Annoyed, I reached out to chase after him, but when I saw his wound, my hand froze in place.
I leaned back into his embrace and, taking advantage of his good mood, boldly asked, "Can I ask you one more question?"
His long fingers extended in front of me as he replied seriously, "Just one last one."
He looked somewhat adorable like this; one question was better than none.
I nodded quickly, afraid he might change his mind.
I pulled out two pieces of Gold Foil Silk from my pocket and placed them in front of him. "Mu Xuanche, what are these for?"
He took the two pieces of Gold Foil Silk and said to me, "These have some place names written in seal script."
"Place names? What are they for?"
"This silk cloth has six pieces, but only one is genuine. It contains the record of a person's Tomb. Both I and the Cult of Spirits are searching for this Tomb, hoping to obtain something inside it."
I pressed further, "Whose Tomb is it? What is the item? How many pieces do you have?"
"The Tomb of a young lord from the Qin State. Including the piece I obtained today, I now have four pieces. Two pieces are still unaccounted for. As for what the item is, I can't tell you. That's all for today's questions."
Seeing him close his eyes, I realized there was no point in asking more.
His words kept swirling in my mind: the Tomb of the Prince of Qin.
Was it from the Warring States period of the Qin State or from the unified Qin State?
If it was from the Warring States period, it would be hard to guess. If it was from after unification, it would be easier; Qin Shi Huang's reign ended with Qin Ershi, so it should be simpler to deduce. Since it's a young lord, it couldn't possibly be Qin Shi Huang himself—he only had one son.
Although I was well-versed in history, I wasn't too familiar with these relatively obscure historical tales.
My head started to ache from thinking too much, and I couldn't help but press my temples.
As a result, Mu Xuanche noticed and pushed me down onto the bed.
"Get some sleep. You didn't rest at all last night, and your mind is too tangled up. When the time is right, I'll tell you," he said.
That single sentence held no novelty.
He was the leader, and I had no grounds to argue. What else could I do but sleep? Just before drifting off, I remembered that there was a secret I hadn't shared with Mu Xuanche—the letter Old Cao the Craftsman had given me.
I thought about finding an opportunity to open that letter and take a look after waking up.
I woke up to find Mu Xuanche no longer beside me.
Reaching out, I touched the cool spot next to me; the only crease left was proof that he had lain there. I realized I was being foolish again—he wasn't a living person, so how could there be any warmth?
A pang of sadness hit me. If only Mu Xuanche could Revival, how wonderful that would be.
People are like that, never satisfied.
As soon as I stepped outside, I was suddenly yanked into the neighboring room.
I had intended to shout, but when I looked up and saw Bai Qiling, the words caught in my throat.
He only released his hand from my mouth once he was sure I wouldn’t scream.
"Bai, are you planning to murder Sister-in-law?"
Sure enough, Bai Qiling's expression changed instantly.
Who would want to be called Bai by a grown man? Mu Xuanche had deliberately used that name in front of me.
That guy was known for holding grudges; last night, when Bai Qiling didn’t wait for me to leave together, he must have known it was intentional on my part.
Bai Qiling was so furious he could barely speak, pointing at me with trembling fingers. "This is what you owe us from your past life."
"Hey, Bai, whether you owe me from your past life or not is unclear, but why did you suddenly drag me into this room?"
His eyes were shaking with anger as he glared at me and gritted his teeth. "Don't call me Bai, do you hear?"
"Alright, alright, I won't call you Bai. But what exactly do you want from me?"
Earlier, I had given this guy a warning, but now it was time for business. He came to find me, which likely meant there was an issue; otherwise, given his laziness, he would never have bothered.
He lowered his head, lightly lifting the hair off my shoulder with his fingers, wearing a frivolous expression.
"If you want to know, you can just call me 'brother' and let me hear it."
I looked at him with a cold smile. "Hmph."
"What do you mean by that, Gu Yanxi?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Ignoring his puzzled look, I shouted down the stairs, "Someone! Help! It's bad!"
As I shouted, I tugged at my clothes.
The moment he saw me, his expression changed. "Gu Yanxi, you shameless person!"
Footsteps rushed up from downstairs; it was Shangguan Mingyue. I looked at Bai Qiling with a smug expression.
"How about that?"
"You are despicable."
He cursed at me, but instead of getting angry, I smiled back at him. Mimicking his earlier actions, I gently traced my nails across his face and whispered, "Read more books. The book says that both women and men are hard to support. I am both a woman and a person; what can you do to me?"
We both understood without saying a word; deep down, we knew that if things escalated, he would be the one at a disadvantage.
Mu Xuanche was the number one person who prioritized romance over friendship, and Shangguan Mingyue was also on my side. He had no chance at all.
Feeling that Shangguan Mingyue was about to push the door open, Bai Qiling finally panicked.
"Alright, Gu Yanxi, I agreed to your request, okay?"
"Haha, good job, Bai."
I opened the cabinet door beside me for him to hide in. At first, he was reluctant, but with Mingyue about to enter, he had no choice but to comply and stepped inside as I closed the door behind him.
"Bang!"
Shangguan Mingyue pushed the door open and rushed in.
"Yan Xi! Yan Xi! What happened to you?"
I tidied up my clothes and glanced at her, waving my hand dismissively.
"Nothing much. I was just about to change clothes here when a big rat suddenly jumped out and nearly scared me to death."
"Gu Yanxi, with your cowardice, it's really embarrassing for you to be involved in ghost hunting."
"Alright, it's nothing serious. You can go now."
After I persuaded Shangguan Mingyue to leave, Bai Qiling crawled out from the cabinet, looking disheveled.
As soon as he emerged, he glared at me.
Now that I knew his weak spot, I wasn't afraid of him at all. "Young Master Bai, is that enough? What do you want from me?"
He grabbed my hand, his gaze fierce.
"If you want to be good to Mu Xuanche, stay far away from him and find a place to have the child. That would be the best for him."
I guessed his intentions; he was here for Mu Xuanche.
"Bai Qiling, you are too self-righteous. Do you understand Mu Xuanche's feelings? If someone told Shangguan Mingyue to leave, how would you feel?"
He glanced at me but didn't respond.
"Bai Qiling, answer me one question as a favor: what happened to the injury on Mu Xuanche's back?"
This question had troubled me for a long time, but I never dared to ask Mu Xuanche; he would never answer me.
"Do you know why he has been unable to revive?" Bai Qiling asked.
Understanding his implication, I replied, "You can't be saying it's because of that large wound on his back?"
"Gu Yanxi, you're not entirely foolish."
"I'll be a good person and tell you one more thing: that wound on Mu Xuanche's back was left from his previous life. It was because of that wound that he died."
Although I was particularly shocked inside, I quickly reacted and grabbed Bai Qiling. "Aren't you a doctor? Can't you save him?"
He shot me a cold glance before pushing the door open and walking out, leaving me standing there in a daze, repeatedly pondering his words.
Mu Xuanche could not be revived because of the scar on his body. That scar had existed during Mu Xuanche's lifetime and was the reason for his death. Although Bai Qiling was highly skilled in medicine, he couldn't treat that scar, which meant Mu Xuanche could not be revived.
As I pieced everything together, it seemed I had discovered something. Was it possible that what Mu Xuanche had been searching for all along was something that could heal his wound? Could that thing be in the tomb of the Prince of Qin?
It had to be like that, right?
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