Chapter 121 Is this the Qin Dynasty?

"Huh? Why doesn't it hurt anymore?"

Yi Xiaochuan woke up, looked around, and stared thoughtfully at the old, rustic wooden bed and window. He looked down and touched his chest, which felt no pain, only to be surprised to find that the tiger-shaped pendant was still hanging on him.

"Huh? Why are you still here?"

Holding the tiger-shaped pendant, Yi Xiaochuan muttered to himself, "I clearly remember putting it on the treasure box, and then the treasure box glowed... So, it must be Brother Gao messing with me!"

Having thought he understood everything, Yi Xiaochuan picked up his phone only to find there was no signal. He immediately jumped out of bed and shouted, "Brother Gao, brother, you're my own brother! Where did you bring me here? Installing a signal jammer? That's way too extravagant!"

"Brother Yi, what ceremony are you referring to?"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a tall man walked in.

"It's you, Tall Guy," Yi Xiaochuan greeted him with a smile. "Look at your physique, and you can even ride a horse. Brother Gao really went all out. How much did he pay to hire you?"

"Brother Yi, you are joking. No one will hire me."

"Hey, stop acting, stop acting," Yi Xiaochuan waved his hand. "I can see it, you don't need to act anymore. I must say, you do have a talent for acting. I'm a photographer, how about I take a set of ancient costume photos for you? I guarantee you'll become famous if I post them, and I'll give you a 20% discount, how about that?"

“I don’t quite understand what Brother Yi means. I am from Xianyang. My surname is Xiang, my given name is Ji, and my given name is Yu. I am known as Xiang Yu.”

Hearing his words, Yi Xiaochuan looked enlightened. "Testing me, are you? Do you really think I don't know where Xiang Yu is from? Xiang Yu..."

Yi Xiaochuan hesitated for a long time before awkwardly saying, "Brother Gao really knows me well! I really didn't know, but! But how could Xiang Yu be from Xianyang? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Alright, stop fooling around. I'm asking for your real name."

"A true man does not change his name or surname. I am indeed Xiang Yu, and I am indeed from Xianyang."

"Then don't you have an uncle named Xiang Liang?"

"Exactly."

Yi Xiaochuan shook his head. "I think I understand now. It's not that my history is bad, it's that yours is bad. Xiang Yu was from the State of Chu, so how could he have come from Xianyang?"

Xiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Brother Yi is so certain, you are indeed an extraordinary person."

"What's so strange about it? I'm not playing with you guys anymore, I want to go home! Gao Yao, let Gao Yao out, or I'll lose my temper..."

"Smack!"

Yi Dachuan pressed the pause button and looked at the leaders of the archaeological institute sitting in the conference room with a complicated expression.

“When Gao Lan and I rushed there, there was only the car and the opened treasure box. Xiao Chuan and Gao Yao were both missing. The moment my hand touched the treasure box, a light screen appeared, and Xiao Chuan... appeared in the light screen.”

Even after three days, Yi Dachuan was still somewhat dazed. "Because it was so strange, I took a picture of the scene in the light screen with my phone, which is what everyone sees now. After these three days of research, I have 80% reason to suspect that Xiaochuan has traveled back to the Qin Dynasty more than 2,000 years ago."

The audience looked at each other in disbelief; even after seeing the video, they found it hard to believe.

Yi Dachuan knew that this was beyond reason and hard to accept. But in order to find Xiaochuan and Gaoyao, he had no choice but to report it.

"Distinguished leaders, I, Yi Dachuan, am not one to speak without reason. I am willing to take responsibility for my words."

"I am also willing to take responsibility for what I said." Gao Lan, one of the parties involved, was also in the conference room, but her eyes were red as she looked at everyone. "Leaders, I am not from your archaeological institute. But I will not joke with you about my brother's safety."

“Yes,” Yi Dachuan and Gao Lan exchanged a glance and said sincerely, “I would not use my brother’s safety to tell such a huge lie. Why the treasure box showed a scene from a thousand years ago, whether it is related to their disappearance, and whether it will have an impact again, these questions need to be studied. So I implore the leaders to continue to report and let the country study it. I have also already let my brother and Gao Yao go home.”

Professor Yi adjusted his glasses and looked at the dean in the main seat. "Dean, I also guarantee with my integrity that Da Chuan did not lie. This is no longer a private matter concerning Xiao Chuan and Gao Yao. If the screen on the treasure box is a live broadcast across time and space, then it concerns a major national event. Please understand my personal feelings as a father, and also believe in my patriotism as an archaeologist."

The dean was silent for a moment, then looked at the treasure box in the center of the table. "If what you're saying is true, then where is Gao Yao? As someone who also went missing, Yi Xiaochuan appeared on the screen, so where is Gao Yao?"

This was a question that not only the dean wanted to know, but Gao Lan was also very anxious. She regretted countless times sending her brother to teach Yi Xiaochuan a lesson three days ago. If her brother hadn't gone, perhaps he wouldn't have disappeared.

Just as she was about to burst into tears, the treasure box on the table suddenly lit up again.

"It's lit up! It's lit up!"

Under the shocked and curious gazes of the crowd, perhaps hearing their thoughts, the camera left Yi Xiaochuan and sped away.

The majestic mountains and rivers of Xianyang, with their formidable power, inspired the six powerful states to look up to them without daring to challenge them. The camera lingered for two seconds on the two imposing seal characters for "Xianyang" before shifting to the city itself...

As dawn breaks, the bluestone streets of Xianyang gradually awaken in the soft light. On both sides of the street, Qin-style houses stand side by side, and the thick rammed earth city walls appear particularly majestic in the morning mist, like silent behemoths guarding the capital.

Commoners dressed in plain linen clothes hurried along, either rushing to make a living or heading to work in various workshops throughout the city; minor officials in their robes, with serious expressions and bamboo slips in hand, seemed to have important matters to attend to, weaving through the crowd with unwavering eyes. Occasionally, a few elderly men would gather on the street, discussing the recent harvest and trivial matters of the city, sometimes stroking their beards and laughing heartily.

Regardless of their posture, each person exudes an upward spirit. Just one glance is enough to tell that the rule of the upper echelons is by no means weak.

The camera pans to the tall, majestic palace in the center of the city, where a tall, robust man in a black robe embroidered with gold dragons looks up.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, and his eyes were as deep as a dark pool. His cold gaze seemed to be able to see through all the secrets of people's hearts. Beneath his high nose bridge, his thin lips were tightly pursed, exuding an innate majesty and coldness. With just one glance, he gave people an endless sense of oppression.

The camera pans to the dignified and solemn palace in Shanglin Garden, where countless black-armored guards stand watch, their long halberds gleaming coldly as they vigilantly observe their surroundings. The three large characters "Black Ice Platform" come into view.

On the high platform, a middle-aged man with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, a tall and straight posture, solid muscles, and a handsome face reached out and grabbed a carrier pigeon. He took the secret letter from the pigeon's hand, unfolded it, and looked surprised.

"Stranger? Fellow townsman?"