The rescue archaeological excavation was purely accidental.

It was a group of tomb raiders who committed the crime in the dead of night. They made a big commotion, which attracted the attention of the villagers, who then called the police.

When the police arrived, the tomb had already been looted.

As a last resort, we had no choice but to conduct rescue excavations and archaeological work.

The tomb was completely unremarkable, with no information about the tomb's occupant's life. However, a large number of cultural relics and historical materials were unexpectedly discovered here, which was a delightful surprise.

The host on site was connecting with the anchor in the studio. "We know that there are several decades of gaps in historical documents regarding the Jiang Kingdom, which existed for nearly four hundred years. To this day, there are many different opinions and speculations. What new discoveries have been made in the artifacts unearthed this time?"

The host invited an expert from the scene to the camera, saying, "Based on our brief research, these documents are very detailed and can help us gain a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of the history of the Guanghe era. They contain records of the royal family's dignitaries and important officials in the court."

"Once the data is fully restored, we will likely be able to learn about the historical grievances and entanglements of those decades."

"Moreover, based on our speculation, these should be funerary items of Princess Mingyi, who was very famous in history in the Jiang Kingdom."

The funerary objects are here.

The tomb is not here.

There are many unanswered questions, and many things still have no clear answers.

The reach of CCTV channels is comparable to that of online new media; almost simultaneously, the front page news of major online platforms featured new archaeological discoveries.

After Zhou Ji finished showering, news notifications kept popping up on his phone, overwhelming him and practically infiltrating every nook and cranny.

Zhou Ji was not interested at first, but his gaze suddenly stopped and stopped on the words "Jiang Kingdom" and "Princess Mingyi".

For a while, Zhou Ji stopped having those strange dreams that chilled him to the bone.

He himself was surprised that he could have things he was afraid of.

I'm afraid of becoming someone from my dreams again.

She was afraid to see that cold-blooded, ruthless, decisive man who left her no room for maneuver whatsoever.

There is no way out.

To observe with indifference.

Zhou Ji could even empathize with the evil thoughts in that man's heart; he could clearly perceive all of the other man's emotions.

When his subordinates mentioned Princess Mingyi, he showed only the indifference of an observer, without any lingering affection.

Zhou Ji snapped out of his daze and calmly swiped open the news page. There wasn't much content about Princess Mingyi; it mostly focused on the Jiang Kingdom, a dynasty that had existed for over four hundred years.

Zhou Ji turned on the TV, which was playing the same content, explaining Princess Yi's life.

From the 15th year of Taiping to the winter of the 31st year of Taiping.

He died at the age of sixteen.

Zhou Ji suddenly remembered that in his dream, on that cold, rainy, snowy night, he saw that man spit out a mouthful of blood, like splashed red plum blossoms.

People kept talking in his ear.

My lord, Princess Mingyi is dead.

Mingyi is dead.

She died.

The voice lingered, relentlessly tormenting the pale-faced man, and tormenting him as well.

Zhou Ji wished that the man hadn't killed her.

Zhou Ji also wished that he had nothing to do with the man in his nightmare.

He gradually regained his composure and remembered that Li Jinzhao's father worked at the Central Institute of History.

Zhou Ji made the call and got straight to the point: "I need Uncle Li to do me a favor."

"I would like a copy of the documents unearthed today."

Li Jinzhao found it strange, but didn't ask any further questions. It wasn't a big deal, so he readily agreed: "Okay."

Zhou Ji said, "Send it to my email after you've organized it."

After a slight pause, the man continued, "Or I can go there tomorrow."

Li Jinzhao couldn't help but ask, "When did you become interested in this?"

Why are you in such a hurry?

It was very unusual that they couldn't wait even a moment longer.

Zhou Ji paused, then said without explaining, "Yes, I am somewhat interested."

The dream felt so real.

It felt so real, as if it had actually happened before. He had already seen through her identity, but it still wasn't enough...

Zhou Ji wanted to know more, and it seemed that he was also involved in many things.

The call ended shortly thereafter.

Zhou Ji received a call from Jiang Yue. His heart skipped a beat, but he suppressed his terrible emotions and answered the phone as if nothing was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Yue lay on the bed, swallowing back the words she was about to say. She wanted to give up as soon as she heard his voice.

She couldn't wait, wishing she could sprout wings and fly to the archaeological site.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped my phone." Jiang Yue's voice sounded a little muffled. "I'm hanging up."

Zhou Ji could tell she was troubled. "Are you unhappy?"

Jiang Yue denied it: "No, I'm quite happy."

Zhou Ji didn't point it out to her. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to the History Institute tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"

Jiang Yue found it quite a coincidence, and since that was the case, she naturally didn't stand on ceremony. "Yes, I'll go."

She made her words sound less strange by blinking and adding a sincere, albeit superfluous, touch: "I love history."