Chapter 165: Seal for the Old Man

A swarm of people arrived, with five more vehicles and seventeen or eighteen individuals.

The Municipal Archaeological Institute had arrived, and the Provincial Archaeological Institute had arrived as well.

Tian Jie had arrived, Hu Zheng had arrived, and He Zhigang had arrived too.

Lin Sicheng was focused and methodical: burning incense, lighting paper, and hanging silk.

After bowing three times and inserting the incense into the Incense Burner, Lin Sicheng looked at the excavator operator:

"Master, five meters long and wide, dig one and a half meters deep first. Once the Sanhe Soil is exposed, dig slowly downward... Be careful, expand from the center outward. The excavator cannot enter the pit, and you must not break the brick roof of the tomb chamber!"

"Don't worry, leader, I've been doing this for thirty years!" the old master patted his chest. "If you lay a cigarette flat on the ground, I can pick it up for you with the grapple!"

"That's good!"

Lin Sicheng smiled and stepped aside.

Zhao Xiuneng lit the Firecrackers and threw them at the spot where the red-hanging dragon pole (the marker inserted on top of the tomb center) stood.

Following the crackling explosions, the excavator bucket plunged down. With one scoop, it was a pit about half a meter deep.

After digging three or four times in a row, a pit of about 1.3 or 1.4 meters was dug, and then they expanded toward the surroundings.

When Tian Jie arrived, he brought two more vehicles, switched to a flat-toothed bucket, and scraped away the loose soil bit by bit.

Gradually, the Sanhe Soil was exposed, and after digging down about another meter, the arched tomb roof slowly appeared.

A group of people looked at each other: Lin Sicheng said there was a tomb here, and then they dug up a tomb?

Lin Sicheng said it was five meters long and wide, and the tomb chamber they dug up was about twenty square meters?

The key was the dragon pole he had set: he said that was the tomb center, and when they dug it open, the tomb roof was indeed highest right there?

How did he calculate that, just by relying on a Compass?

Everyone in the Cultural Relics field knows that Feng Shui is indeed useful in archaeology and even in Grave-robbing activities. But no matter how useful it is, it shouldn't be useful to this extent.

In astonishment, Lin Sicheng had the excavator stop, took out his Compass, and circled the tomb roof twice. Then he pointed to the north: "Facing south toward the north, the tomb passage is nine feet..."

"Master, let's play it safe. Back up five meters north along the northern edge of the tomb roof, then dig down. Two meters wide, one and a half meters deep, then scrape shallowly..."

The master replied and reversed the excavator.

He Zhigang, Tian Jie, and Hu Zheng walked over together.

Tian Jie took a look: "What kind of tomb is this, why is the tomb passage so short?"

"A Yuan Dynasty sloped-bottom vertical-pit tomb with a dirt tunnel!"

The name was a bit long, but everyone understood: roughly, it meant digging the tomb pit first, building the tomb chamber inside the pit, and finally constructing the tomb passage.

The tomb passage was very short, and the slope was very steep.

But what they didn't understand was what Lin Sicheng had said: a Yuan Dynasty tomb?

Like the arched brick tomb before them, they existed since the Song Dynasty and were used all the way up to the Republic of China. So why was Lin Sicheng so certain?

But his method of finding the tomb was too bizarre, so no one dared to make a sound.

After digging another ten or so shovelfuls, the tomb passage still hadn't been unearthed when there was a "clatter." The master was startled and didn't dare to move the shovel again.

The group ran over after Lin Sicheng.

It was a Stele, about half a meter in diameter.

Lin Sicheng put on his gloves and gently wiped away the loose soil.

It was made of bluestone, nearly square, with no signs of breakage or damage. The key was that there were characters on it.

Written in Seal Script, the engraving was neat, and the handwriting was clear. The crowd read it word by word:

Imperial Yuan's bestowed Chengan Lang, Yan'an Road Medical Professor, the late Master Wu's epitaph cover...

Just after reading one sentence, the Experts "buzzed" and crowded around: an Epitaph?

That wasn't the main point; the key was: Imperial Yuan's bestowed, Chengan Lang...

Imperial Yuan meant the Yuan Dynasty; Chengan Lang was a nominal medical official rank in the Yuan Dynasty, having a title but no actual duties, similar to an honorary title, though it came with an extra salary.

But no matter how honorary it was, this official rank was a legitimate Official Rank.

Instantly, the group turned their heads sharply, their gazes like knives, stabbing directly at Lin Sicheng's face.

Especially Captain Gao, the Criminal Investigation Division captain, and the several professors accompanying the team: they had watched with their own eyes as Lin Sicheng held a Feng Shui Compass, walked the Seven Star Steps, and muttered words under his breath.

Just like a Daoist performing rituals in a movie, he circled the barren land where there was nothing, and then pointed: wealth gathered and fortune noble, official rank of the sixth grade, Yuan Dynasty tomb.

And then, they really dug up a Yuan Dynasty tomb of a sixth-grade official...

To them, it already exceeded normal cognition and crossed into the realm of metaphysics and theology.

The leaders and experts were fine; shock was shock, but at least their way of thinking still tended toward normal logic.

But the three from the Zhao family looked at Lin Sicheng as if they were looking at an immortal... it was truly that kind of look.

In this line of work, people often talk about "walking earth immortals." What is a walking earth immortal?

Watching Stars, observing the land, surveying the Wind, determining water... peeking at the heavens to find patterns, pointing at the earth to seek dragons, just like the Lin Sicheng before them.

But that was only in legends. Zhao Xiuneng had lived for more than half his life and never thought he would actually see a living one.

The crowd looked at each other, stunned and speechless, while Lin Sicheng was focused on reading the Epitaph.

There were about six hundred characters; he read it back and forth twice, then stood up, squinting his eyes as he looked around.

"The mountains are like a coiled dragon, the water is like a grape pattern, blessings and longevity are continuous, flourishing for the descendants... The Feng Shui here is quite good. It is likely an Ancestral Tomb Cluster, there should be forty or fifty of them, roughly extending until the early Qing Dynasty... But the official fortune transformed into the descendants' fortune, and no more officials were produced..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Sicheng froze. It took a while before he came back to his senses: he had been too engrossed and said too much...

After a brief pause, he forced a smile: "Director Tian, I'll leave this place to you... Captain Gao, Captain Ma, the three professors, shall we continue?"

"Yes, yes... continue..." the five people nodded in unison.

He Zhigang thought for a moment: "Old Gao, you stay behind. Director Tian and I will go with Little Lin!"

Hu Zheng raised his hand: "Director He, I'll stay behind too!"

It was no exaggeration; the dignified Deputy Section Chief of the Provincial Archaeological Institute felt as curious as a cat scratching at his heart: Lin Sicheng said there were at least forty or fifty accompanying tombs... were there really forty or fifty?

No matter what, I have to verify it...

He Zhigang nodded: "Sorry to trouble you, Division Chief Hu!"

The three Zhao family men packed up their things, the others came over to help, and the excavator began to rumble again.

The criminal police captain had the plainclothes Armed Police untie the straps of several hard hats, then opened a bag: "There is no document from the province, but there is a notice from the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau and the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Do you want it?"

The notice had been prepared long ago, stamped by the Municipal Bureau, and signed by the main leaders. As long as it was brought out, it would take effect immediately.

But Captain Ma truly hadn't expected that it would actually be needed...

He slapped it into the arms of the lead hard hat and snorted coldly: "Stop work immediately... Do you know what the Grave-robbing Crime is? From now on, moving a single shovel of dirt counts..."

The several hard hats were already stunned.

They had watched from beginning to end; when Lin Sicheng was using the Compass to perform his ritual, they were still sneering, thinking he was indeed here to find trouble.

But there was no rush; when the time came and no tomb was found, they would definitely make them pay dearly.

But then, the eyes of the few men were as if blinded: in a perfectly fine piece of wasteland, a tomb was actually dug up?

The key was, it was over a meter deep; if a hospital's X-ray machine were brought over, would it even be able to see it?

That Daoist... oh no, that student, just took a Compass and relied on his eyes to find it?

Looking at the greenish tomb roof, the hard hats dared not make a sound. They stuffed the notice into their pockets and hurriedly took out their phones.

Captain Ma couldn't be bothered to deal with them anymore and turned to chase after Lin Sicheng.

Just as he ran halfway, with a "beep," the excavator responsible for finding the tomb passage honked its horn.

Estimating there was another discovery, Hu Zheng and Captain Gao ran over.

Subsequently, the group of people exploded like a pot: "It's an Ancestor Stele; a Shrine was built here, there must be quite a few tombs..."

"Quick, count how many there are!"

"Thirty-two... no, there's half a piece here... forty-six!"

"How many?"

"Forty-six..."

With a "hum," it was as if a mute button had been pressed, and the sound suddenly vanished.

Led by Hu Zheng, the group stared straight at the off-road vehicle by the side of the field path.

Lin Sicheng sat in the car, silent.

He Zhigang and Tian Jie looked at each other, not knowing how to ask.

Lin Sicheng said there were quite a few tombs, forty or fifty of them. Then, not long after, they dug up a shrine stele: exactly forty-six tombs...

Did it feel like his Compass was even more accurate than fortune-telling?

Captain Ma got into the car behind, and the off-road vehicle started.

Tian Jie woke up as if from a dream: "Director He, should we call Director Chen!"

"I've already called. Director Chen's meaning is: it's only a sixth-rank, the influence isn't quite enough. Although there are many accompanying tombs, they are too concentrated, and they are all civilian tombs... It would be best to find one more."

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Right, find one more!"

The motorcade continued north, not driving very far, about three hundred meters from the previous Yuan dynasty tomb.

Everyone got out of the car, and just as the tools were half unloaded, an off-road vehicle sped over.

Blue and white, the police lights on the roof were exceptionally conspicuous.

The car had barely stopped when Chen Peng leaped out, rushed in front of Lin Sicheng like an arrow, and raised his fist to hammer him.

Such fast speed, such a grand entrance, yet the fist was like scratching an itch, tapping lightly on Lin Sicheng's shoulder.

The man himself was excitedly flushed, his eye sockets trembling, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

After a long while, Chen Peng squeezed out a sentence: "Damn it!"

Of course, he wasn't cursing Lin Sicheng.

As for who he was cursing, Chen Peng himself couldn't count...

Only Chen Peng himself knew how annoyed and stifled he had been during this period.

Busy and chaotic for over a month, not only did he not find any leads, but the threads were in a complete mess. In the end, Chen Peng didn't even know where to start investigating.

Yet he didn't dare to report it upward, and he didn't dare to make too much of a scene. He felt full of strength but didn't know where to use it.

His master scolded him, leaders cursed him, colleagues complained, and subordinates gossiped.

Finally having made progress, narrowing the scope to one kilometer, he had already deployed his people, just waiting to catch a turtle in a jar, but that son-of-a-bitch company actually refused to stop work?

Simply screw their mothers...

At that moment, Chen Peng felt his heart was about to explode from anger.

It's no exaggeration; if Lin Sicheng hadn't had any results today, all those underhanded tricks he had thought about all night would have been used without exception.

As for whether he would lose his badge, he would catch the person first and worry about that later.

Even when Lin Sicheng called in the middle of the night yesterday saying there would basically be no problem today, he was still half-doubting.

He didn't sleep the second half of the night, stewing in his own spite... and in the end, it suddenly wasn't needed?

Haha, it's better that it's not needed.

If I don't bury these bastards in a pit, my surname isn't Chen...

Chen Peng gave another light hammer, then grinned: "When this is over, Old He and I will treat you to a three-day banquet!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "It's still early!"

He had only found one Yuan dynasty tomb; he was still at least two or three tombs away from finding the tomb of Zhang Anshi...

While the two were talking, He Zhigang glanced at Chen Peng: "You aren't commanding at the branch, why did you run here?"

"With my master there..."

Chen Peng replied, then looked back, "Right after you called to say Lin Sicheng had found a Yuan tomb, my master's phone rang. I guess it was some idiot you met at China State Construction yesterday; anyway, the tone was quite aggressive... Master told me to come over and keep an eye on things..."

At the mention of yesterday, He Zhigang's face darkened: being lectured like a student... it's no exaggeration, he never suffered that kind of indignity even when he was a junior clerk.

With a cold snort, He Zhigang followed Chen Peng's gaze to look: five or six cars were driving toward them along the field path.

"Little Lin, you don't need to worry about it, just do your work!"

Lin Sicheng nodded.

In the blink of an eye, just as the tools were being unloaded, those few cars arrived before them.

Seeing the people get out of the cars, He Zhigang and Chen Peng walked up to meet them.

Addressing the man as "General Engineer Wang," He Zhigang smiled and reached out his hand.

That person, however, ignored him entirely, glancing back and forth at the faces of He Zhigang and Chen Peng: "Who authorized the work stoppage at the Huangzipo construction site? Where did you get the authority?"

"Resume work immediately... and that tomb you found: stop everything, now, immediately, at once!"

"What are you looking at? Can't you understand human speech?"

Suddenly, He Zhigang's face turned cold.

Chen Peng let out a "ha": "You're quite polite, aren't you?"

That person froze, pondering for a good while.

Then, with a "whoosh"... it's no exaggeration, he was over fifty years old, and in an instant, his face turned red from his ears down to the base of his neck.

He Zhigang had been quite angry, but upon hearing Chen Peng insult someone without using a single dirty word, he almost laughed out loud.

To translate: someone raised you, but no one taught you...

"You... you... you..."

That General Engineer Wang was so angry he stuttered, unable to say a coherent sentence for a long time.

Suddenly, he pointed at Lin Sicheng: "Was that tomb just now found by you... what are you still looking for? Stop it for me..."

This fool is blind; do you think because he's young, he's a soft persimmon?

He is even more ruthless than that Police officer...

Zhao Xiuneng turned the thought over in his mind, shot a sidelong glance at the man, and handed the Compass to Lin Sicheng. Lin Sicheng gave it a light flick, and the Compass spun rapidly.

The two of them acted as if they hadn't heard a thing; you shout your shouts, I do my work...

But suddenly, four or five people rushed out from behind that man, cursing as they ran over: "Told you to stop, are you deaf?"

It was very sudden and fast, without any warning. Before He Zhigang and Chen Peng could react, the four or five people had already rushed to the side of Zhao Xiuneng and Lin Sicheng.

Two came to snatch the Probe Rod from Zhao Xiuneng's hand, and three rushed toward Lin Sicheng: "What kind of trash is this? Hand it over!"

Whether they had been specifically instructed or not, one came up and grabbed Lin Sicheng by the throat, while the other two sneakily clenched their fists.

Lin Sicheng quickly took a step back: "What are you doing? Want to start a fight?"

"Hey, so what if we do?"

As if they didn't believe in bad luck, the three continued to pounce. Just as Zhao Xiuneng's two sons were about to rush over, Lin Sicheng suddenly ducked.

Then, "Thump~"

With a shoulder throw, the one who reached out to grab his throat landed face-up, flat on the ground.

The other two were preparing to strike from the shadows, their fists already thrust toward Lin Sicheng's waist, when suddenly, they felt pain in their faces.

Lin Sicheng threw a left elbow, then a right elbow, one to a nose, one to a chin, and all one heard was "Crack~ snap..."

The movements were extremely fast, faster than the speed at which the three had rushed over. One heard two "Ah" sounds, and the two attackers fell sideways, then clutched their faces, screaming like slaughtered pigs.

Lin Sicheng stood calmly holding the Compass, looking at the two brothers: "What are you standing there for? Save your father?"

Zhao Da and Zhao Er finally reacted and hurriedly turned around. Seeing the footprint on Zhao Xiuneng's leg, their eyes turned red, and they clenched their fists and started hammering.

The two brothers had practiced a few moves; how could those two who sat in offices year-round be their match?

With a few "thump, thump" punches, they were squatting on the ground screaming.

Everything happened too fast, in just a few dozen seconds, and He Zhigang was stunned.

Chen Peng was even more stunned: he had been a Police officer for so many years, how could he not tell, given those few moves of Lin Sicheng's?

Not only had he practiced, but he went for the kill the moment he struck: that "crack" and then that "snap" clearly meant bones were broken.

Looking down again: the one from the shoulder throw was still staring at the sky, wheezing in his throat, clearly unable to catch his breath yet.

The two who had each taken an elbow, one clutching his nose, one supporting his chin, were shouting non-stop...

It was definitely broken, but they deserved it.

Daring to strike from the shadows, if he didn't deal with them, who would he deal with?

Captain Ma finally reacted, hurriedly grabbed his walkie-talkie, and a group of young men from a van rushed down in a flurry.

Only three were still standing, all quite old, shocked, stunned, and even more furious.

Chen Peng wore a mocking smile: "Leaders, you've seen it now, it was your people who obstructed our investigation and threw the first punch..."

General Engineer Wang was so angry his face turned white and his lips trembled: "Fine, fine... you just wait... I'm calling your city right now... I'll find your Secretary, your leaders..."

Chen Peng let out a laugh.

If it were before, he might have been intimidated, but Lin Sicheng had already found one, so what the hell was he afraid of?

Police conducting an investigation is a matter of course.

Let alone the city, even if the provincial leaders came, he wouldn't be afraid.

Helping the few who had been beaten to the side of the road, Lin Sicheng continued.

It was still the same as before: determining the orientation, looking at the mountain direction, measuring the facing and sitting, and checking the star alignment...

Chen Peng finally understood why those who had come with Lin Sicheng earlier had been shocked to that extent:

It was truly like a Daoist performing a ritual; Lin Sicheng would occasionally adjust the Compass, occasionally pace in circles (using steps to measure distance), and occasionally pinch his fingers to calculate (calculating the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Eight Trigrams, and the Five Elements).

It's no exaggeration, it felt like Lin Sicheng was only an apricot-yellow robe away from being a Daoist.

After about ten minutes, Lin Sicheng took the Probe Rod and thrust it downward: "Director Tian, radar!"

Tian Jie was watching intently, thinking he had already witnessed Lin Sicheng's ability to observe the Wind and determine the water. It was the perfect time to see how he used Grave Robbing methods to measure the heart of the sky (the center of the tomb chamber) and set the golden well (the optimal location for a Tomb Tunnel).

But suddenly, Lin Sicheng asked him to prepare the radar?

Is there a large tomb?

It must be a large tomb; it's buried too deep, and the Probe Rod simply won't go down, which is why Lin Sicheng is using Ground Penetrating Radar...

Tian Jie was stunned for a moment, then jumped off the vehicle abruptly: "Surveying, move the equipment... mapping, draw the diagrams... recording, filming..."

Constantly giving orders, he ran over in a few strides and stood beside Lin Sicheng: "Is there a large tomb?"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "A large tomb!"

"What dynasty?"

"It should be Ming!"

"How many rooms (tomb chambers)!"

"Hard to say!"

Tian Jie was relentless: "You told Director He yesterday that there was a Prince's tomb?"

Is the leader's mouth really that fast?

Lin Sicheng paused, "Eight or nine rooms, possibly!"

Tian Jie clapped his hands: A Ming Dynasty Junwang.

Ming regulations: Prince's burial grounds cover fifty mu (mausoleum park), with fifteen rooms (tomb chambers and burial pits).

Junwang burial grounds cover thirty mu, with nine rooms...

If he had been skeptical before, having just witnessed Lin Sicheng's almost metaphysical methods, Tian Jie was already seventy or eighty percent convinced: if Lin Sicheng said there was a Junwang Tomb, then there was a nine-out-of-ten chance there was a Junwang Tomb...

He nodded heavily: "Use all four radars to scan!"

The team members responded, and several instruments that looked like pushcarts were unloaded from the vehicle:

This thing isn't hard to operate; to put it simply: it images based on the differences in dielectric constant encountered by electromagnetic waves as they propagate underground, after calculation via a formula.

It can intuitively display the underground structure: whether it is empty or solid. Whether it is soil or rock, a void or a tomb.

A few years from now, when it becomes popularized, this thing will be used for urban pipeline failures, and even a needle-eye-sized hole will be found...

The staff worked quickly and orderly, starting to scan in two directions.

Not long after, one of them raised a hand: "Director Tian, there's a tomb wall!"

Tian Jie's spirits lifted, and just as he was about to walk over, an exclamation came from the other side: "Director Tian, over here... it seems there's a tomb chamber?"

Stunned for a moment, Tian Jie shouted: "Report the data!"

The team member looked at the screen: "It should be two rooms, front and back: the front chamber is over three meters long and over four meters wide, the back chamber is over two meters long and three meters wide..."

"The area is wrong, this is a Side Chamber... scan again!"

"Director Tian, there's one here too..."

"I have one here too..."

For a time, the four team members reported one after another, the sounds of reporting constant.

He Zhigang slowly clenched his fists, Chen Peng was pacing in circles in anxiety...

Subsequently, one room, two rooms... seven rooms, eight rooms... finally measuring right under Lin Sicheng's feet.

Tian Jie looked at the screen, his eyes narrowing: Gong-shaped, eight meters east-west, twenty-four meters long north-south, it is definitely the Main Tomb.

The problem is, there are many holes...

Has it been robbed?

The top of the tomb is dug up like a sieve; it has definitely been robbed.

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment: "Director He, let's remove the soil layer, dig out the tomb top first..."

He Zhigang didn't hesitate: "Alright, remove the soil!"

Under normal circumstances, one would of course explore the test pits layer by layer (dividing into grids and digging down slowly, using brushes), but these are not normal circumstances...

Lin Sicheng waved his hand, calling the same old master from before: "Two point eight meters deep, start the shovel... Director Tian, have the Senior Brothers sift the soil..."

Tian Jie nodded and hurriedly arranged it.

The Main Tomb had been opened with over a dozen wells, both slanted and vertical. Lin Sicheng was worried that there might be Cultural Relics in the soil layers that had been dug up by robbers but not yet taken away...

With a "Boom—" sound, the excavator began to dig, and the team members performed their respective duties: some rubbed the mud, some shoveled the soil, some set up the sieves.

Sure enough, after digging only a few buckets, with a "clatter" sound, a piece of porcelain rolled off the sieve and fell into the soft soil below.

Lin Sicheng picked it up and wiped off the wet mud.

Zhao Xiuneng was right there, taking a casual glance, and then, his eyes went straight:

It looked like the bottom of a small porcelain bowl, with vertical lines of regular script: Made in the Chenghua Year of the Great Ming.

Looking at the ring foot, the body was delicate and white, the porcelain shard as thin as a wing. The broken edge appeared flesh-red... this is a typical Jingde Macang Clay porcelain body.

Looking at the glaze, it was as rich and moist as congealed fat, slightly greenish, like a baby's skin.

Looking at the colors... even though most of the glaze color had faded due to corrosion, Zhao Xiuneng only needed one look: if this wasn't Chenghua Doucai, he would chew it up and eat it.

Lin Sicheng sighed and handed it over: "Chenghua Doucai!"

He Zhigang was stunned, hurriedly taking it into his hands.

Chen Peng immediately gripped his walkie-talkie, holding back again and again: No rush, it won't matter if it takes a few more minutes, wait until the tomb top is dug out before speaking.

Just as he was thinking this, another piece was sifted out. This one was slightly worse, a piece of Alum Red glaze (monochrome porcelain). But it was large, the size of a palm, and one look told you it was from the waist of a large jar.

A moment later, another piece of Blue and White Porcelain...

With only two shovels, the digging was too slow and not safe. Several Experts squatted by the mud pile and simply put on gloves to dig with their hands.

His legs sore from standing, Lin Sicheng also squatted down.

But he hadn't dug more than a few times when his finger hit something hard.

It felt like touching a piece of iron?

He froze for a moment, reached his hand into the mud, pinched the corner of the object, and pulled it out.

It was about the size of a book page and covered in a lot of mud, but from the exposed parts, it could be seen that it was a Gilded Silver Plate.

One could also see characters on it, and there seemed to be quite a few.

It was severely corroded, and some of the handwriting was blurred and unclear, but most of the content could still be read.

After glancing at it twice, Lin Sicheng's heart skipped a beat; unable to wait to find a Towel, he raised his sleeve and wiped it.

Suddenly, the vigorous and elegant regular script engravings came into view:

"On the twenty-fifth day of the tenth lunar month in the eighth year of Tianshun, the Emperor decrees: I believe that according to the system of the Taizu Gao Emperor, the investiture of a Prince must include his spouse, as this is how one values the Dao of human relations; this is a universal principle of ancient and modern times..."

"My younger brother, the Prince of Xingping (a fifth-generation descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang, and a fourth-generation descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang's second son, Prince Min of Qin, Zhu Shuang), has reached adulthood. You, of the Wu family, are the daughter of Wu Wen, the Vice Commander of the Nancheng Military Commission. I hereby specially bestow upon you the Golden Book to establish you as the Princess of Xingping..."

He read it once, then read it again... Lin Sicheng's brows furrowed tighter and tighter: Tianshun was the era name after Emperor Zhengtong, Zhu Qizhen, ascended the throne for the second time. The Prince of Xingping invested at that time, wasn't he the Ming Prince Anxi (posthumous title) Zhu Gongshuo?

The tomb was at Sifujing, not far from here, only seven or eight kilometers away. But it was robbed during the Qing Dynasty, and when the tomb pit was excavated during land reclamation in the 1950s, only one epitaph remained.

But here, another one had suddenly appeared. If this were the real tomb, wouldn't that mean there were three Junwang Tombs in this area?

In a flash, Zhao Xiuneng, Zhao Da, Zhao Er, He Zhigang, and Tian Jie all gathered around Lin Sicheng. With identical movements and identical expressions: craning their necks, staring with wide eyes, their pupils growing brighter and brighter.

Anyone who knew how to read knew what this meant...

Chen Peng was blocked on the outside, jumping up and down in anxiety: "What is it... Lin Sicheng, what is it!"

Lin Sicheng let out a long breath: "The investiture Silver Book bestowed by Emperor Zhengtong upon the wife of Zhu Gongshuo, the fourth-generation Prince of Xingping of the Great Ming and a fifth-generation descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang, Lady Wu..."

Chen Peng was stunned, and after a long while, he asked: "What book?"

"The investiture Silver Book for a Great Ming Princess..."

"Haha~ haha~"

Suddenly, Chen Peng laughed twice in a neurotic manner.

The Silver Book had already been dug up, so why wait for the tomb roof?

He gripped the walkie-talkie tightly: "Seal it for me..."