There are no records of Princess Mingyi's tomb, and it has never been discovered by anyone.

The only two items belonging to Princess Mingyi were found elsewhere, and it was only because they were engraved with words that we were able to confirm that they belonged to Princess Mingyi.

However, this tomb is not hers either.

Apart from this jade ruyi, there was nothing else discovered.

The researcher carefully explained to the two laymen: "Where Princess Mingyi was buried in history is also a mystery. There are also rumors from sorcerers that her body was put in an ice coffin and was never buried."

"However, rumors should not be taken at face value. But it is indeed strange that even Emperor Pingxuan did not know where his own sister was buried."

Jiang Yue had seen her own funeral in her dream. The solemn black and white mourning hall had her coffin in the middle. Why was she not buried in the end?

She suddenly remembered Zhou Fuwei, who died at her grave.

Now it seems that Zhou Fuwei's actions were beyond her comprehension. If he really did steal her body, it sounds like something he would do.

Could it be that even after Zhou Fuwei dies, he still wants to die with her?

As Jiang Yue made these wild guesses, she soon saw the jade ruyi carefully placed in the glass cabinet. It was extremely well preserved, as if it had never experienced the ravages of time, and looked brand new.

Jiang Yue stared at the jade ruyi for a long time. Her memory was still very clear, and she quickly remembered that it seemed to be the same as the betrothal gift box that Zhou Fuwei had sent back then.

She just didn't like it.

The Empress Dowager forbade her to break off the engagement, and even the dozen or so betrothal gifts could not be returned.

When she was angry, she would take something out of the box and give it to someone else at will, or force it on someone else.

She herself couldn't remember how many she had given away.

Fortunately, the divorce proceedings were not long, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to throw away the dozen or so boxes of betrothal gifts.

Jiang Yue stared at the moon-white jade ruyi for a long time without saying a word.

She stared intently, neither moving nor speaking.

Zhou Ji had no idea what she was looking at. He followed her gaze, his eyes darkened, and he silently pursed his lips.

This jade ruyi.

Zhou Ji had seen it in his dreams; those ambiguous dreams were always chaotic and without any order.

These are the betrothal gifts selected from the warehouse.

The man didn't take the marriage seriously, so he only glanced at it.

That one glance was enough for Zhou Ji to remember.

He doesn't believe in past lives or reincarnation, but many things are presented to him that leave him no choice but to believe.

He only respected ghosts and powerful gods, not feared them.

Jiang Yue came out and was somewhat absent-minded when she reached the corridor. She suddenly stopped and almost bumped into his shoulder. She said, "Zhou Ji."

Her Highness is not stupid. Sometimes she may seem confused, but she's just too lazy to think about it seriously. In many ways, she understands things very well.

Zhou Ji should have noticed something was wrong with her long ago.

How can someone have their soul replaced and live with them day and night without realizing it?

Jiang Yue liked him, so she trusted him.

She couldn't quite explain whether her feelings for him were mixed with the lingering attraction she felt for the cold-faced boy she met in Yanzhou when they first met.

"I am here."

Jiang Yue reached out and hugged him, leaning against his hard chest. She closed her eyes and said, "I was murdered."

Zhou Ji's throat felt tight, dry, and astringent.

The man raised his hand and gently stroked her thin back.

Jiang Yue had previously kept her heart closed off and remained wary of everyone in the world. She opened a tiny crack in her heart to him, revealing a secret she needed to confide in and vent to.

Keeping things bottled up inside can make you sick if you keep it inside for too long.

Sometimes I feel disoriented, wondering whether the past was real or the present is real.

Mentally deranged, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Jiang Yue continued, "It's my own fault."

Her eyes reddened: "But I still hate him."

Zhou Ji felt a chill run down his spine as the frost-transformed ice blade pierced his heart with unerring accuracy, carving a gaping, bloody hole.

This spring is really cold.

Zhou Ji had only one despicable thought in his mind: some secrets he could never let her know.

The hatred was too deep. Zhou Ji had never seen any deep-seated hatred in her eyes. Although she was a bit spoiled, she was just particular about her food, clothing and daily necessities. She was not easily bullied and always sought revenge.

But he is not the type of person who holds grudges easily.

There was nothing about her that she should hate; even towards Sun Chengfeng, she only felt disgust.

Zhou Ji tightened his grip around her waist, his fingers pressed tightly against her slender waist, and he couldn't help but reduce his strength a little.

Jiang Yue just wanted to talk to someone, and she didn't need him to answer her.

Her tears slowly fell, hot and salty, onto the man's neck. She cried silently, for she was a person of pride and had rarely cried like this before.

Even when bleeding, injured, and in unbearable pain, they refused to shed a single tear.

At this moment, it's as if they've suffered a tremendous injustice.

She clenched her teeth, trying not to make a sound, and even when she cried, she wiped her tears away.

Her voice was still choked with emotion, as if it were being squeezed out from deep in her throat, "I hate him so much."

Zhou Ji's knuckles had turned white from pinching so hard that he held his breath and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, the pain subsided.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Hate it, don't you?"

His voice was low and faint, as if he were speaking to himself: "It's okay."

After venting her pent-up emotions, Jiang Yue felt much better, at least not as suffocated as before.

Her eyelids were swollen, and her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, brimming with tears.

Zhou Ji patiently wiped away her tears little by little with a handkerchief, looked at her red and wet eyes, and gently kissed her eyelids.

People tend to feel sleepy after crying.

Jiang Yue felt her eyelids were so swollen she couldn't open them. She was both angry and sad, angry that she might not even have a tomb! Her remains were eventually taken away by someone.

If Zhou Fuwei had really hidden it away, Jiang Yueguang felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it.

She had no expectations of Zhou Fuwei's bottom line.

This man later went insane, but he wasn't incapable of committing necrophilia, such a horrific act.

Jiang Yue didn't want to scare herself. It was better not to find her tomb, so that it wouldn't be discovered that she would end up living and dying with Zhou Fuwei. That was much easier to accept.

I left the research institute.

Jiang Yue belatedly realized that Zhou Ji's emotions seemed somewhat indifferent, perhaps because he had been frightened by the words she had choked up and gritted her teeth to say earlier.

She turned her face to the side and grabbed Zhou Ji with her other hand. Her eyes were no longer red, but the tip of her nose was still red.

She said, "Were you scared by me?"

Zhou Ji denied it: "No."