Chapter 739: Not Wanting to Get Involved

Gu Jiu Ling had no choice but to accept the imperial seal of the Murong Imperial Clan that Xiao Yin handed to her.

She held the seal and glanced at the relatives in the coffin, feeling a slight strangeness.

No matter how noble, in the end it's nothing but a handful of yellow earth.

But these people, after all their scheming, never expected that Gu Jiu Ling was merely a wisp of a soul from another world, and she had no wish to involve herself in their love-hate grudges.

What good would restoring the Murong Family do? It would only stir up another bloodbath.

Going from one dynasty to another is utterly meaningless.

Now Southern Qi has finally stabilized, and Xiao Yin is a decent emperor.

As long as the common folk can live well, the Murong Family's restoration is a joke to her.

Gu Jiu Ling gripped the seal tightly, her palm faintly aching.

Now the Murong Family's secrets have been fully laid bare—what to do with all that underground treasure?

Gu Jiu Ling didn't know what to do, and she lifted her gaze to Xiao Yin beside her.

Xiao Yin was also at a loss; for other matters he could offer ideas, but this was the Murong Family's treasure.

If he interfered, he would feel himself to be worthless.

His grandfather had killed Gu Jiu Ling's great-grandfather.

What face would he have to lick his lips and command this house full of the Murong Family's treasure?

Xiao Yin looked at Gu Jiu Ling: "These things are yours; you decide."

"Besides… if you want the throne, I can yield it to you; you can be empress, and I will have no second words."

"Between us two, the Xiao Family has only me left, and the Murong Family only you; there's no need to draw such sharp lines."

As soon as Xiao Yin finished speaking, Ling Feng and the others standing nearby stared at their lord in astonishment—could the world and the throne really be yielded so lightly? This wasn't Chinese cabbage selling for a few coppers a catty.

Since ancient times the throne has been snatched by all; now that it lies in this couple's hands, it's like a hot potato—no one wants to take it.

Gu Jiu Ling gave a bitter smile: "The emperor must rise early for court and contend with all those crafty ministers; you're giving me this unpleasant work—you really love me!"

"I don't want your throne; as for this house full of jewels…"

Gu Jiu Ling swallowed involuntarily, truly wanting to take them all away.

But only these few of them have survived to now; there's no way to carry them off.

If she tried to store them in her space, she wasn't sure her space could hold that much.

Lately her space has acted up from overuse, yet she still endured the discomfort of possible annihilation and secretly stashed some gems.

Gu Jiu Ling sighed: "Forget it—since the Murong Family wants this place to remain unknown to the world, let's comply with their wish and let this place sleep forever."

Xiao Yin was somewhat surprised; this woman truly regarded money as dirt. He smiled, took Gu Jiu Ling's hand, and said: "Let's go—follow the tomb passage to the other side; we'll likely find an exit."

"Let's leave first; we'll figure out the rest later."

Gu Jiu Ling nodded, followed Xiao Yin along the tomb passage all the way back, returning to the previous cavern.

Going inward was an upward slope, like climbing endless steps.

Along the way Gu Jiu Ling panted, walking a stretch then resting; she felt she had walked about two hours before finally reaching an iron gate.

This time Gu Jiu Ling was already familiar with the routine; she directly sliced her palm with a dagger and let the blood drip into those recesses.

Gu Jiu Ling laughed and scolded: "How overly cautious! Needing to drip blood to enter from outside is fine enough, but this is the way out—why bother with all this?"

As the blood dripped into the recesses, the iron gate before them sounded its mechanism again and slowly retracted to both sides.

But just as Gu Jiu Ling stepped forward to leave, her foot froze in place.

She stared blankly at the scene before her, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Indeed, the other side of this iron gate truly was an upward exit, and faint sunlight could be seen filtering in.

Yet between their location and the exit, although the gate had retracted, a water curtain suddenly hung down, and Gu Jiu Ling froze.

"What's this, like a Water Curtain Cave? Do you think we're in Flower Fruit Mountain?"

Xiao Yin raised his brows slightly; his princess consort always blurted out a few sentences he couldn't understand—something about a Water Curtain Cave, something about Flower Fruit Mountain.

Gu Jiu Ling glanced at the water curtain falling like threads of gold and silver, and didn't think much of it.

Just as she was about to step forward, Xiao Yin hastily grabbed her, then drew his Dragon Spring Sword and slashed at the water curtain.

Xiao Yin always acted cautiously, especially regarding Gu Jiu Ling, and here he added an extra dozen percent of care.

The Dragon Spring Sword had touched water, yet suffered no effect.

The Dragon Spring Sword truly is a peerless blade, useful not only for battlefield slaughter but also as a tool for testing poison.

The Dragon Spring Sword is forged from a special metal; if it meets poison, the whole blade turns crimson, like fresh blood.

Now it's merely a small water curtain, likely mountain spring water seeping from the hills, so Xiao Yin felt considerably relieved.

Gu Jiu Ling smiled: "No problem, no problem—we've come this far; our ancestors certainly won't spring any more tricks. Let's go."

Gu Jiu Ling only wanted to leave quickly and then look for her child.

She strode out of the cave mouth; the water curtain left a wet trace on her, and Gu Jiu Ling bent to pat her clothes.

Then Xiao Yin stepped toward the water curtain; having taken just one step, he suddenly felt his flung hand stabbed as if by something sharp, he jerked back, only to find the skin on the back of his hand bleeding.

Xiao Yin's brows knotted instantly; he stared at the water curtain in disbelief, as if seeing a ghost.

Just moments ago on the slope, Xiao Yin alone had lifted many people without suffering any injury.

Yet now, just as he was about to step over this water curtain, it turned into a water line.

This is also because his martial arts are strong; sensing something wrong, he immediately retreated.

Had it been an ordinary person unprepared, a single step forward might have cost them their head.

"What's going on?" Gu Jiu Ling exclaimed, walking toward the water curtain.

"Impossible!" Xiao Yin truly felt the descending water line cut his body.

"What to do?" He certainly didn't want Gu Jiu Ling to be hurt again.

But he was still a step too late; Gu Jiu Ling had already rushed through the water curtain and stood before him.

She hurriedly cupped his hand in her palm and bandaged his wound.

Xiao Yin stared at Gu Jiu Ling before him in disbelief, wondering why this had happened.

Gu Jiu Ling passed through the water curtain unharmed, yet he was injured so badly—what on earth is going on?