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After returning home, I hid in my room and began to search through the history of the Qin Dynasty.
Earlier, Chuchen had asked me if I had heard of Ying Ziying.
Ying Ziying was a person from the Qin Dynasty, and Mu Xuanche was the tomb of a young nobleman from that era, which means that tomb belonged to Ying Ziying.
From what I found in the historical records, this nobleman, Ziying, was quite a legendary figure.
He was someone whose father was not mentioned in the historical texts; no one knew who his father was.
Some said he was the nephew of Qin Ershi, while others claimed he was the brother of Emperor Qin Shi Huang, but there was no definitive conclusion.
What made him legendary was that he ruled for only 49 days.
He ascended to power and killed Zhao Gao, who had famously manipulated events by declaring a deer to be a horse. In the end, he himself died at the hands of Xiang Yu.
Historical records state that after his death, he did not even have a grave. So why were Mu Xuanche and others still searching for his tomb?
Could there be some hidden truth behind it?
While pondering about Ying Ziying, I recalled the letter Old Cao the Craftsman had given me.
Confirming that there was indeed no one in the room and that the door was tightly locked, I carefully took out that letter.
The content of the letter was lengthy, and it took me some time to read through it.
After reading it, I immediately tore the letter into pieces and flushed it down the toilet.
Normally, I could have burned the letter, but more than half of my family is made up of ghosts. Burning the letter would mean delivering it right into their hands, so I could only flush it away.
I took a moment to collect my emotions and stepped out of the room, heading to the Cellar.
According to Mu Xuanche, if anything dangerous were to happen in this house, he would know about it immediately.
Plus, with the Bone Whistle around my neck, I had nothing to fear.
This time, she seemed to know I was coming.
The moment my feet hit the ground as I descended into the Cellar, the wooden door that had been propped up with a wooden beam came crashing down with a loud bang.
It sealed off the entire entrance to the Cellar. Fortunately, I wasn't foolish; when I came down, I had removed the lid from the gourd and set it aside. Inside was a treasure.
If anything were to happen to me, the treasure would go find someone immediately.
I didn't know where she was hiding; she could be in some corner, behind the wall, or even on the Flower Board.
I knew she was there, and she knew I had arrived. We understood each other without words.
Since I hadn't been studying for long, my movements were particularly slow.
It took me about ten minutes to set the scene.
The layout pointed to the left front, which meant what I was looking for was in that direction.
I turned my gaze to the left.
There stood a wall, a dirt wall that had been there since the day I was born.
Could it be that the female ghost was attached to this wall? After witnessing so much, it didn’t seem impossible.
As I approached the dirt wall, I knocked on it and reached out to touch its surface.
I didn’t sense any Yin Qi. Was it possible that my skills were lacking, and I had misjudged?
“What are you doing?”
A cool female voice rang out behind me, sending a chill down my spine.
I didn’t want to turn around, but my body seemed to move against my will, and I found myself being turned around.
I expected to see something grotesque and terrifying, but instead, I was met with the sight of a stunning beauty—a woman in ancient attire. Her features were so exquisitely crafted they seemed almost artificial: delicate eyebrows, a graceful nose, and a snow-white complexion that made her bright red lips particularly alluring.
She looked like she had stepped right out of a painting, radiating an ethereal charm that was simply breathtaking.
However, although this beauty was stunning, the way she looked at me was anything but pleasant; her gaze was sharp, as if she could kill me in an instant.
"Who are you, and why are you in my house?"
She didn’t answer me, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at me.
Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't breathe, as if something was choking my neck. It was unbearable.
Fortunately, I quickly regained my composure and pressed my fingers on my Spirit Acupoint to restore my airflow.
I initially thought she would be furious and come at me again, but instead, she just looked at me with a cold smirk.
"Heh, you have some skills after all."
I interrupted her, "Don't give me that. Just tell me if you drove my parents away."
"Drove them away? Hmph," she scoffed dismissively.
"If it weren't for that filthy Taoist Liu Qingfeng, I would have killed those two old fools."
Wretch! She actually wanted to kill my parents.
That was something I could not tolerate. Furious, I grabbed Shiro and charged at her, ready to strike.
At first, she didn't react in time and almost got stabbed by me.
However, her reflexes were quick; she sidestepped and evaded my attack, then circled around to grab my hand.
After catching me, she didn't immediately do anything but stared at the dagger in my hand.
After a moment, she said to me, "He actually gave you this."
Could it be that she knew Mu Xuanche? Otherwise, how would she know about Shiro in my hand?
"So what if he did? It's none of your business," I retorted defiantly, making sure not to lose my momentum against her.
Her spiritual power was incredibly strong; I could feel it the moment we clashed.
She was probably at a level similar to or even stronger than Bai Qiling, so I had little chance of defeating her.
With a flick of her wrist, Shiro was already in her grasp.
I tried to snatch it back, but no matter how much I struggled, it was futile.
She had one hand gripping my neck while the other held Shiro.
With a smug expression, she traced the blade back and forth across my chest, looking at me with a smile.
"You know, if I were to stab this Shiro into your Heart and twist it around, it would be like this," she threatened, her demeanor dripping with malice.
This ghost was truly despicable. Having made ample preparations beforehand, I felt no fear and boldly retorted, "Go ahead and try. As long as you dare to lay a finger on me, I guarantee my husband won't let you leave this Cellar."
"Wretch! Who are you calling husband?" she suddenly erupted, her voice filled with rage, resembling a scorned wife confronting her rival.
I continued to provoke her; I couldn't stand her attitude, feeling an instinctive hostility towards her. "Of course I'm referring to my husband. If you dare to touch me, he won't spare you."
She swung the hilt of the knife toward my head with force.
A sudden impact struck me, and pain shot through my skull, nearly making me faint.
To my surprise, she wasn't done; she raised the hilt again to strike down on me.
But this time, she didn't get the chance, as Mu Xuanche arrived just in time to intercept her hand.
She turned to face Mu Xuanche, and I could sense something unsettling in the way this ghost looked at him.
“Xuan Wang,”
The tone was completely different from the earlier threat. I couldn't believe that this female ghost actually knew Mu Xuanche.
Fortunately, Mu Xuanche didn't pay her much attention. He snatched Shiro from her hands and returned it to me.
He reached out to check the injury on my forehead, his gaze somewhat cold.
“Ouch, that hurts, be gentle,” I said.
The injury hadn't hurt much, but the moment I saw Mu Xuanche's eyes turn icy, I decided to make good use of it.
I forced out a couple of tears and threw myself into Mu Xuanche's arms. “Wow, darling, you have to avenge me! This female ghost hit me, and she even struck my head!”
Mu Xuanche's body went completely cold, and the atmosphere around him became very somber.
I peeked at him while nestled in his embrace and could see that the female ghost's face had turned as dark as a pot bottom; she looked like she was about to leap at me.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you to see Bai Qiling,” he said.
To my surprise, Mu Xuanche didn’t teach this woman a lesson but instead led me away.
This was truly strange; usually, if anyone dared to lay a finger on me, Mu Xuanche would have taken them down without hesitation.
The female ghost had already struck at me, yet Mu Xuanche surprisingly chose to spare her.
Could it be that Mu Xuanche really had some sort of connection with this ghost, which made him reluctant to take action?
I silently urged the ghost to come charging at us, hoping she would block our way.
That way, I could enjoy the spectacle. After all, waiting for Mu Xuanche to tell me about this later was out of the question.
Before we even stepped onto the stage, the ghost had already rushed in front of us.
She opened her slender arms and looked at Mu Xuanche with innocent eyes.
"You can't leave, Xuan Wang. Can I ask you to give me this woman?"
Give her to me? Had this ghost lost her mind?
"She is my wife, not an object to be passed around," Mu Xuanche said, words I loved to hear. At least my status as his legitimate wife was firmly established now.
The ghost shouted in anger, "Then what am I? I—"
But before she could finish, Mu Xuanche interrupted her.
"Mu Xuanche" shouted loudly, "Jin Ping!"
The female ghost fell silent.
Jin Ping, that name sounded familiar.
In Grandpa's Tomb, the one that had been occupied by others, the original owner was a princess named "Jin Ping."
Looking at the person before him, dressed in ancient attire and adorned with numerous jewels, could she be the princess "Jin Ping" who had died a thousand years ago?
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