“Jiu’er, don’t move around recklessly, I’ll go get Ninth Lord and the Professor!”

Even though the coffin had truly been found, Qin Fei’s heart still felt somewhat unsettled.

But this was an ancient emperor’s coffin!

In all his years, he had never been this close to actual ancient history before.

This was, through and through, a form of witness.

Still, while he wanted to go call the others, he worried that leaving Jiu’er alone here might frighten her.

After all, aside from the flashlight beam, they had no other source of light with them.

“Wait, let me think of a way to get more light… Oh! Ninth Lord! Yan Qiu, you two came too?”

Qin Fei was overjoyed, immediately reporting to Lu Beicheng: “Ninth Lord, we seem to have found the Northern Emperor’s tomb — this is his actual coffin! Yan Qiu, do you have the emergency lamp? Quick, turn it on and take a look!”

Yan Qiu’s heart jolted.

Hearing about the Northern Emperor’s coffin, he too was overcome with excitement.

He hurriedly pulled the fluorescent lamp from his backpack, but before he could even switch it on, the scene ahead suddenly grew bright.

It was Ninth Lord’s wheelchair!

Ninth Lord had turned on the light mounted on his wheelchair.

The light was powerful — the entire hall lit up as bright as day.

Though the hall was large, there weren’t many valuable items around it; as far as the eye could see, it was mostly weapons.

It seemed this Northern Emperor had little interest in treasure, preferring instead the wielding of blades and spears.

Qin Fei scanned the surroundings once, then turned his gaze back to Zhen Jiu’er — and was instantly stunned: “Jiu’er, don’t do anything reckless!”

Zhen Jiu’er was actually trying to open the coffin!

This was an ancient artifact — it couldn’t be handled carelessly, it could easily be damaged!

Lu Beicheng and Yan Qiu also saw what Zhen Jiu’er was doing.

Lu Beicheng stared blankly at her back, yet made no move to stop her.

Yan Qiu wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.

With a clang, the coffin — which had never been sealed shut — had its lid pushed open, falling aside.

Zhen Jiu’er, however, froze where she stood.

“What’s wrong? Did it frighten you? Don’t be scared!” Qin Fei rushed over.

Lu Beicheng struck his wheelchair and moved quickly over as well.

Yan Qiu walked behind Lu Beicheng, unable to hide his excitement.

But…

Once they got over there, everyone was stunned.

This coffin… was empty?

Where were the Northern Emperor’s remains?

…

Zhen Jiu’er fainted again.

Having discovered that the Northern Emperor’s coffin was empty, her vision suddenly went black, and she collapsed straight down.

Had Lu Beicheng not reacted quickly and caught her, no one could say whether she might have suffered a concussion from the fall.

However, as everyone watched Lu Beicheng carry Zhen Jiu’er out from the tomb within the tomb, one fact became known to all.

And that was — Ninth Lord’s legs were healed.

“You have no idea, he’s really handsome to the point it takes your breath away! Get even half a step closer and you can feel this endless charisma radiating off him!”

“Ah! Especially his legs! His legs are healed! He actually stood up!”

“Those two legs, the golden ratio — absolutely the most beautiful, most perfect long legs I’ve ever seen!”

“Ugh! What do I do! I think I’ve fallen for Ninth Lord, what do I do? My heart’s only going to beat for him now!”

Ren Qiqi, having gone in to examine Zhen Jiu’er, had the good fortune of entering Ninth Lord’s tent, and had the good fortune of getting a close-up look at him for quite a while.

By the time she returned to her own tent, she was completely dazed.

Her body had come back, but her soul was still left behind in Ninth Lord’s tent!

“You say that like there’s anyone who could not like Ninth Lord.”

He Muling, who hadn’t gotten the chance to go in, wore a look of pure dejection!

“Too bad — the one Ninth Lord likes is Zhen Jiu’er. I’d advise you to give up on that idea, there’s no future in it.”