Zhen Jiu’er and Qin Fei held their flashlights, continuing deeper into the secret passage.

Qin Fei kept glancing back at Jiu’er behind him, comforting her: “Don’t be afraid, it’s just a bit dark, there’s nothing scary in here.”

“I’m not scared.” Zhen Jiu’er walked slowly behind him, observing the walls on either side of the passage as she went.

The walls were carved with patterns, all depicting soldiers in battle, the craftsmanship so fine that even the expressions on the figures’ faces were clearly visible.

But apart from that, this imperial mausoleum didn’t seem to have any particularly luxurious decorations.

Including the two secret chambers they’d passed through after entering the passage — all that was displayed were plain, practical weapons.

Nothing like other imperial mausoleums, piled high with gold, silver, and treasures.

“This emperor’s family seems kind of poor,” Qin Fei couldn’t help but sigh.

“Bei Mu was one of the three great powers back then. How could they possibly be poor?” Zhen Jiu’er replied casually.

Qin Fei froze, turning to look at her, his face full of astonishment: “How do you know that? Isn’t this period supposedly blank in the history books?”

Jiu’er also froze slightly, realizing she’d let something slip. She could only hastily make up an excuse: “Such a huge imperial city — I just feel like it should be quite wealthy.”

“But you said one of the three great powers? Which three?” There was only this one city, Ying’an, here.

The two words “Bei Mu” — she’d only ever heard them mentioned occasionally in conversations between Ninth Lord and Yan Qiu.

Coming from Zhen Jiu’er’s mouth, why did she say it with such certainty?

“I didn’t say that. You misheard.” Jiu’er didn’t want to explain, and seeing his footsteps slow, she tried to move past him to walk ahead.

Qin Fei hurriedly redirected the flashlight beam back onto the path ahead: “Don’t walk in front, it’s really scary…”

“What’s scary about it?” It was probably he himself who was scared.

After all, this entire structure was a tomb.

In truth, even Jiu’er didn’t know why she was being so bold today.

If it had been before, breaking into someone’s imperial mausoleum at night — she’d likely have been afraid too.

But this mausoleum was different. This was Mu Mu’s place. She wasn’t afraid.

“Jiu’er, isn’t there a large hall up ahead?” Qin Fei suddenly stopped.

He shone the flashlight around — a wall with no reflection, seemingly a larger secret chamber, like a great hall.

He… wasn’t exactly too scared to go on, it was just that his heart felt a bit uneasy.

If it was a great hall, could it be the place where the coffin was kept?

“The Northern Emperor’s coffin — it wouldn’t be right up ahead, would it?” With that thought, his legs suddenly felt as heavy as lead.

“Jiu’er, don’t be scared, I’ll go take a look right now, let me go first… Hey! Jiu’er, what are you doing? Come back!”

Zhen Jiu’er had actually walked out from behind him, striding quickly toward the great hall ahead.

Qin Fei had no time left to be afraid — he immediately chased after her: “Jiu’er, don’t act recklessly, I’ve read about curses on ancient tombs, they say…”

“Let go of me!” Zhen Jiu’er had already seen it clearly!

Everywhere the flashlight beam reached, she saw with perfect clarity!

A coffin forged entirely of pure gold sat right in the center of the great hall!

Mu Mu’s grave…

After forcefully shaking Qin Fei off, Jiu’er strode forward, but stopped less than ten steps from the coffin.

Her eyes grew hot, as if something were spinning behind them.

She didn’t want to face it — she was terrified that once the coffin was opened, she would see Mu Mu’s remains.

She really was so afraid!

But there was nothing to be done about it!

A thousand years had passed! No one could live that long.

Mu Mu was gone. He was really gone!