Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows and saw that there were no legendary concubines or maids buried here, and he didn't know whether the historical records of five thousand years were true or false.

However, this does not involve five thousand years, because after all, this fantasy era is imaginary in history, so it cannot be used as a reference basis.

Just after taking a few steps, Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows and saw a coffin made of gold placed in the middle. The dazzling light refracted making it difficult to open one's eyes.

Ling Mulao had inquired carefully before going to the imperial mausoleum. He only said that this imperial mausoleum had been buried here since the founding of the Tianxuan Kingdom. Whenever the emperor and empress died, they were buried here.

So when she saw this coffin, she couldn't tell who it belonged to, but she took a few steps quickly because she thought it might be related to Nangong Yi.

The further they walked, the more Ling Mulao looked at the things around him and his heart became heavier. Many of the jewelry and utensils buried with him looked familiar, and they were all used by Nangong Yi and her.

Her strong heart softened in an instant, and Ling Mulao rushed forward, tears falling from the corners of her eyes that she had not even noticed.

The coffin has been sealed, and you can't see who is lying in it. There is only a line of writing engraved around the golden lines: Exquisite dice and red beans, I miss you deeply in my bones.

This was Ling Mulao's favorite poem. When she asked Nangong Yi to teach her how to read, she would often write down this sentence, but she never imagined that it would be engraved here coldly.

"Yi, I'm here~" a trembling voice sounded, and Ling Mulao's fingers touched the cold gold coffin.

A few tears fell like a heavy summer rain, and the crystal teardrops slowly slid down the soft lines of the coffin. Ling Mulao still couldn't stop crying after all.

Although the memory of Nangong Yi losing his life while detoxifying her appeared again and again in her dreams, Ling Mulao never believed that Nangong Yi would really die.

Therefore, the first thing she did when she came back was to go to the imperial mausoleum to confirm with her own eyes that this was false. However, the things around her and this meaningful line of poetry shattered her hope.

With her fingertips trembling, Ling Mulao gritted her silver teeth and used all her internal strength to push open the coffin. Because the gold coffin was really heavy, Ling Mulao used all her internal strength to only move it slightly.

As the coffin was gradually opened, one could gradually see the shoe uppers embroidered with black clouds, the corners of the clothes with golden lines, and the belt embroidered with a golden dragon.

Her vision gradually became blurry, and in her hazy eyes, Ling Mulao remembered the clothes Nangong Yishang had worn when he went to court in the morning. However, she usually stayed in bed, so she never wore them for him personally.

Now, that outfit appeared dazzlingly in her sight, threatening to blind Ling Mulao, or maybe she really wanted to be blind like that and never see this fact.

Her hands were shaking more and more violently, and Ling Mulao suddenly hesitated to open the coffin. If she never opened the coffin, she would always have the chance to cherish the thought that Nangong Yi was still alive.

But...she paused, closed her eyes and pushed the coffin away hard.

Tears still welled up in the corners of his eyes. Ling Mulao clenched his teeth and took a deep breath to muster up the courage to open his eyes.

"How dare you, who dares to break into the late emperor's mausoleum!" Suddenly a loud shout sounded from above.

I saw a man in black robes unsheathing his long sword, and immediately stabbed Ling Mulao in the direction of Ling Mulao with the tip of his toe.
Chapter completed!