Chapter 828: Chapter 496
“What the hell? How did I get dragged into this? This is ridiculous.”
At this moment, beside the waterfall pool.
A certain person hiding on the tree trunk strongly opposed.
The Sword Spirit nodded and said, “I’ve seen quite a lot in your Heart Lake. Didn’t you, a scoundrel, start making a move on your first and second wife when they were just kids?”
Zhao Rong, feeling his blood pressure rising, protested:
“Wasn’t I a kid back then too? It’s not wrong for kids to befriend kids. How did the innocent events of childhood friendships become twisted by you into something nefarious? Do you even understand the concept of childhood sweethearts, or two kids oblivious to any malice?”
Gui nodded, “Not really, I only know that you’re worse than a rabbit.”
Zhao Rong couldn’t help his curiosity, “A rabbit… what’s wrong with a rabbit?”
“Even a rabbit knows not to eat the grass by its nest.”
Between the exchanges of ‘you retort, I counter,’ another scene unfolded at the moment.
In front of the waterfall, Xue Can stood silently with her hands behind her back, not speaking.
The string music women escorted the blindfolded and veiled women past her, entering the divided waterfall.
Zhao Rong fixed his gaze, the inside of the waterfall seemed to be a dark passageway…
After roughly understanding the situation, Zhao Rong didn’t leave immediately.
Hiding in the tree, he waited a while longer.
Still, no unfamiliar villain suddenly appeared to blatantly reveal the conspiracy or anything.
“Is it just a routine entry for the Dragon Coffin into the mausoleum…”
Zhao Rong murmured softly, though a bit disappointed at not uncovering a conspiracy, he still didn’t leave immediately.
Mainly because Xue Can, who serves as a Feng Yi official, was present, unlike when he came.
He wasn’t sure of her cultivation level and whether sneaking away would be discovered.
The young Confucian Scholar held his breath even more finely, his gaze gradually shifting toward the group shivering in the shadows…
About the time of a burning incense stick later.
The women of the string music team who entered the waterfall passageway returned in succession.
As Zhao Rong expected, only they returned without any of the veiled and blindfolded women they took in.
Among the string music women, the leader nodded slightly to Xue Can.
The latter nodded back, leading her team away from the waterfall.
In an instant, the divided waterfall stream merged back into one.
From the outside, this waterfall appeared perfectly natural.
If outsiders didn’t know, they probably wouldn’t notice the peculiarities behind the waterfall on the cliff face…
Xue Can took out a small compass-like object and flicked it with her fingers.
A few moments later, the upstream flow of the waterfall seemed to be affected by someone upstream.
The current suddenly became fierce and accelerated.
The waterfall grew even more magnificent, completely covering the entrance to the Imperial Mausoleum.
Xue Can inspected the waterfall, nodded, and casually tossed an ancient bronze token to the silent Black Armor Imperial Army.
Within the Black Armor Imperial Army, a general-looking individual caught the copper token, which seemed to be engraved with a crescent moon.
He scrutinized it for a moment, clasped his hands together and bowed.
“Go downstream, and don’t dirty the pool.”
Xue Can ordered, pulling out a veil to cover her face, and then left with the other veiled string music women.
Before leaving, they faced the direction of Sacrificial Moon Mountain and bowed low in a devout crescent moon salute, murmuring:
“The crescent moon halves, as we depart and return.”
At this moment, among the trembling Imperial Mausoleum craftsmen, someone knelt with a thud, begging for mercy:
“Fairy… Fairy! Spare us, we left our wives and children behind, traveled a thousand miles to build the Imperial Mausoleum for three years, working tirelessly… spare us!”
“Fairies, have mercy on us…”
“Me too, me too, spare our lives, spare our lives…”
Xue Can left with the string music women, never turning back.
They didn’t regard the Imperial Mausoleum craftsmen with a single glance.
As if they simply did not exist.
Behind them, the craftsmen, vaguely aware of their fate, wailed miserably…
Some attempted to flee, but after only a few steps, they retreated amid the cold gleam of the Black Armor Imperial Army’s blades.
The confusion and chaos on the scene were quickly suppressed.
The Black-armored General, a tall figure clad in even more substantial and sturdy black armor than the other soldiers, with his face obscured, turned slightly toward the departing direction of Xue Can and her companions, seemingly waiting for the women to go far.
A moment later, the Black-armored General slightly turned his head, not glancing back as he indifferently walked toward a specific direction.
Twenty Black Armor Imperial Army members moved in unison, pressing the crying Imperial Mausoleum craftsmen and following in his footsteps.
That direction led to the downstream of the waterfall river…
“Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Let’s go, up the mountain to watch the moon. What’s the point of watching a bunch of men? Ha, don’t tell me you’re bored enough to go on a rescue mission?”
On a certain tree trunk, the Sword Spirit urged, chuckling to itself and shaking its head.
However, the young Confucian Scholar didn’t respond.
Gui’s words gradually trailed off, and if it could manifest, its face would likely grow stern.
Zhao Rong dusted off his sleeves with a light smile, thanking, “Good idea, it’s been pretty boring. I’ll take your suggestion, Gui.”
Two leaves gently drifted down from above.
The tree trunk was now empty…
From the forest came a voice sternly saying:
“Zhao Rong, every mortal has their fate…”