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I originally thought it was some information left behind by people from the past, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be from my master. I looked at Mingyue and asked, "Are you sure it's from the master?"
My time with the master had been short, so I wasn't as familiar with his handwriting as Mingyue was, and I couldn't tell.
"That's right, it's definitely his. The master liked to pause forcefully at the end when he wrote. I’ve even tried to imitate his handwriting before, so I can confirm it's his," she said confidently.
Seeing Mingyue so certain, I had no reason to doubt her.
However, what did these jumbled words mean? They didn't look like proper characters and were hard to decipher. What message was he trying to leave behind, and for whom?
"Mingyue, can you understand it?"
Mingyue furrowed her brows, looking somewhat troubled.
"Yan Xi, wait a moment, let me take a closer look," she said.
She squatted down and asked me to shine the light for her as she examined the characters closely.
After a while, she stood up. "I got it."
"What is it?" I quickly pressed her when I saw her expression change.
"There are just two words up there: 'Hurry Up.' The master wrote it in a very obscure way, and it looks like he was in a hurry," she explained.
I reached out to touch the uneven characters above, pondering the significance of what the master had left behind.
He must have known that if something happened to him, both Mingyue and I would come looking for him. Even if I hadn't come, Mingyue would have.
Once we entered here, we would inevitably need to examine the coffin. This message was clearly meant for me.
"Is it possible that the Master has discovered some danger here and wants me to leave quickly?"
I shared my thoughts with Mingyue.
"Yan Xi, perhaps we should retreat as soon as possible. The Master always believes in letting his disciples endure hardships. Unless there is a life-threatening situation, he wouldn't allow us to leave."
I knew Mingyue was right, but knowing that Mu Xuanche was also here didn't fill me with much fear. I believed that no matter what happened, he would be the first to come and rescue me.
Like a guardian star, he always appeared at critical moments to save me.
"Mingyue, I want to stay and see if I can gather more clues about the Master to help him."
She smiled lightly. "I think the same way. As his disciple, even in danger, we must save the Master. Once a teacher, always a father."
After we agreed on our decision, we continued observing the corpse.
"Mingyue, do you smell that fragrance in the air? It's faint but particularly pleasant."
"Is there?"
Her tone was already somewhat dazed when she replied. I turned to call for the big man and the others for help, only to find that He Zhiyong and the others had already collapsed on the ground. My heart sank as I realized it was over.
But I didn't fall; my mind just became particularly hazy.
I pondered where the fragrance was coming from and slowly found the bones lying in the coffin.
Summoning my courage, I picked up a finger bone from the coffin and brought it closer to sniff it.
The originally light fragrance suddenly became overwhelming, and I felt as if I could barely stand.
Shaking my head, I hoped to clear my mind.
When I opened my eyes again, the entire world had changed.
I was no longer in the Tomb, but in a magnificent palace, surrounded by people dressed in ancient attire.
Is this a dream? When I looked down at myself, I found that I was wearing clothes from the Ancients and adorned with exquisite jewelry.
Through a distant Bronze Mirror, I saw my reflection. My face was still the same, only paler, evoking a sense of pity. I looked particularly beautiful, and I could hardly believe that I could possess such grace.
As I became lost in my own appearance, the sound of Rapid Footsteps came from outside. I looked up to see a maid rushing towards me with red-rimmed eyes. "Sister, how could you think of ending it all? You must believe in the Prince. Although Your Majesty has arranged the marriage for him, I believe he would never abandon you. He loves you so much! If anything were to happen to you, what would I do?"
What is this? The Prince and the Emperor—am I in some historical drama? I couldn't make sense of it all.
More footsteps echoed outside; they sounded like a man's, and he seemed to be carrying something that made a clattering noise.
When he finally appeared, I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
It was Mu Xuanche, clad in full Ancients armor and wielding a Great Sword.
I hadn't expected him to look so handsome in this outfit; it captivated me.
"Mu Xuanche, why do you look so dashing? Are we filming a TV drama? Mingyue and the others are in danger; we need to hurry and save them! Don't waste time here!"
He approached me, his large hand gently caressing my face. The calluses on his palm brushed against my cheek, creating a slightly ticklish sensation. "Xi Er, have you been burning up again? What nonsense are you talking?"
"Quickly, go summon the Imperial Physician to check on you again. How could Sister Gu not notice your fever?"
His expression darkened as he commanded, causing Yue to nod and rush out in fear.
After scaring Yue away, he turned to me. "If you're sick, just rest well. Don't push yourself. As for the marriage, don't worry; I won't agree to it."
I stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of unusual emotion, but found none. A sense of panic began to rise within me. What was really going on?
"Mu Xuanche, tell me what’s happening," I urged.
"Xi Er, you already know everything. Why should I hurt you by saying it out loud?" He furrowed his brow, looking somewhat pained.
I suspected that what I wanted from him was not the same as what he understood. If he didn’t say it, how would anyone know?
"Mu Xuanche, just tell me. I'm not afraid of being hurt; I just want to understand all of this. Speak up."
I fixed my gaze on him, trying to keep my eyes steady and unwavering.
After our eyes met, he finally relented and spoke.
"Xi Er, I am the only Prince Xuan of this dynasty, holding military power in my hands. The Emperor fears that I might rebel, so he wants to marry Princess Jinping to me. On one hand, it's to show his favor towards me; on the other hand, it's merely a means to keep me under surveillance."
Prince Xuan, Princess Jinping, a forced marriage.
How could this be so similar to what Mu Xuanche experienced a thousand years ago? Am I dreaming because I've been thinking about it too much?
But wasn't I just in the tomb? How did I suddenly fall asleep and start dreaming?
The crucial point is why my heart felt such pain—pain that made it hard to breathe, pain that threatened to make me faint.
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier. I had no idea what I was experiencing anymore; all that remained was Mu Xuanche's voice calling out to me: "Xi Er, Xi Er..."
When I woke up again, the world had changed once more.
My room was dark and lifeless, while outside, the world was bathed in a rosy glow, filled with cheerful laughter.
Supporting my dizzy head, I slowly stood up and walked outside.
Who is getting married? Why is it so festively decorated outside while my place remains so quiet?
I followed the noise and discovered a large crowd gathered together.
Pushing through the throng, I stepped inside to witness the scene unfolding before me.
A sharp voice rang out, "Second bow to Your Majesty."
In front stood two people dressed in bright red garments; the man was someone I recognized—Mu Xuanche.
I was used to seeing him in black clothing, but seeing him in red was unexpectedly appealing.
The new wife had a red veil covering her face, obscuring her features from view.
After a moment, it dawned on me that the one getting married was Mu Xuanche.
He was getting married—who was he marrying?
The sharp voice sounded again, "Couple bows to each other."
Mu Xuanche expressionlessly bent down, and as he reached out to lift the new wife's veil, I finally caught a glimpse of her face.
This Jin Ping was truly beautiful, lightly made up and exuding an air of nobility that captivated everyone’s gaze.
I was slow to react, realizing that Mu Xuanche was getting married. How could this be possible?
"No!"
My actions were faster than my brain, and before I could think it through, my voice had already spoken out.
Mu Xuanche stopped moving, Jin Ping frowned, and everyone's gaze turned toward me.
At that moment, I saw the shock in Mu Xuanche's eyes; it was so evident. Could he really be betraying me by marrying Jin Ping?
Jin Ping, furious, threw down the veil and shouted at those around, "Someone, take this Wretch away!"
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