As Jiu’er and Lu Beicheng stepped out of the tent, they looked up and saw, not far off, that tall, familiar figure.

It really was Mu Mu.

Not only was his face identical, but even his build was exactly the same.

The strange thing was — why did Mu Mu look just as he always had, while Ninth Imperial Uncle now looked so different?

If they hadn’t spent so much time together, who would have guessed that Lu Beicheng was Ninth Imperial Uncle?

And now, Jiu’er had come to be completely certain of it.

Once she was certain of something, she was never wrong.

“Ninth Master!” Seeing them emerge, Ji Mingyu, who had been discussing something with Lu Feifan, hurried over at once.

Lu Feifan walked alongside them. “Young Uncle.”

Lu Beicheng gave a nod. “Why is it so chaotic?”

Ji Mingyu quickly explained, “Last night, a group of tomb robbers broke into the Northern Emperor’s Tomb and injured several of the Qiao clan’s night-shift workers.”

“Tomb robbers?” Jiu’er startled, immediately growing tense. “How many were hurt? How badly? Is anyone’s life in danger?”

“No. Two of the on-duty workers suffered minor injuries. The robbers didn’t seem to want to cause a big scene — they just knocked people out.”

“I’ll go take a look!”

The moment she heard someone was hurt, Jiu’er couldn’t sit still.

Even though she herself was still injured, she immediately grabbed the medicine kit and turned to go.

By the time Jiu’er arrived, Qiaoqiao was already bandaging a second injured worker.

Seeing Jiu’er, Qiaoqiao tensed at once. “You’re still injured yourself — don’t go doing anything reckless. Sit down and rest right now.”

“I’m fine. This little injury is nothing.”

“Qiaoqiao, another worker’s been hurt too.”

Someone else had just been carried back from the direction of the Northern Emperor’s Tomb, this one’s injuries clearly more severe.

Qiaoqiao took one look and couldn’t help glancing back at Jiu’er. “The injury’s on the head. I… “

“I’ll handle it.” A head injury could be minor or serious. Though Qiaoqiao had studied medicine too, she’d always preferred computers.

She’d only gone into medicine because her family had pushed her into it.

Jiu’er, of course, understood this about her, and grabbing her medicine kit, went over at once.

Not far off stood the entrance to the Northern Emperor’s Tomb.

Yan Qiu and He Muling were leading a team inside to inspect it.

Lu Beicheng and Lu Feifan both stood by the entrance, with Ji Mingyu and Qin Fei guarding them closely in case of any further assassination attempt.

Even though everyone around them was their own people, Lu Feifan remained extremely cautious — not only having Qin Fei personally guard Lu Beicheng, but staying close by his side himself the entire time.

Even Ji Mingyu had noticed this.

Something about Second Young Master seemed off.

He still hadn’t given a clear account of what had happened with the attempt on Miss Jiu’er’s life last night.

As for Miss Jiu’er, she’d been unconscious from her injury for most of the night, and when she woke she’d still been weak, so Ninth Master hadn’t pressed her with too many questions.

And now, this morning, the attack on the Qiao clan’s workers had happened, so Ninth Master surely hadn’t had a chance to ask yet either.

What exactly had happened last night remained, for now, a mystery.

Before long, Yan Qiu and He Muling emerged from inside.

“How does it look?” Ji Mingyu asked at once.

Yan Qiu glanced at He Muling.

He Muling had meant to speak, but the moment she saw Ninth Master, she grew visibly anxious.

She seemed to have always been rather timid — even her speech grew halting in front of Ninth Master.

Yan Qiu urged her on. “You’re better at this than I am. Why don’t you explain it.”

He Muling took a deep breath and, mustering her courage in front of Lu Beicheng, finally lifted her head. “It seems… nothing was actually taken. Those tomb robbers… don’t seem to have come for the valuables.”