In addition to the teachers who were recording the program, the meeting also included archaeology teachers in charge of other departments.

When everyone saw Wen Li standing in the spot that originally belonged to Mu Shuxin, everyone made various guesses.

Tang Yide and Mei Congyun, being more knowledgeable, guessed that Wen Li might know something, given that she had been in the tomb for half an hour since Wen Li disappeared.

The people below had differing opinions, while Wen Li had already taken the lead.

Professor Mu, seeing that everyone had arrived, said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Li, you know the most about this matter, so you can tell us."

Wen Li nodded, her voice gentle yet powerful, making it impossible to ignore the girl standing in the main seat.

"Greetings, seniors. I am Professor Mu's student, and my name is Wen Li."

After giving a brief self-introduction, Wen Li got straight to the point: "I believe everyone already knows the preliminary assessment of the tomb on Mangbei Mountain. It is indeed an imperial tomb, but what I am about to say may exceed the understanding of all of you seniors."

Wen Li paused for a moment: "Indeed, there is no record of this tomb in our country's history. The tomb owner was an emperor of the Dayong Dynasty named Xie Zhan. He was a puppet emperor from the age of seven until the fall of the country at the age of 25, and reigned for a total of eighteen years. This conclusion should also be reached in various subsequent studies."

As soon as Wen Li finished speaking, the leaders in the conference room fell silent.

This is a bombshell for both them and for the history of the entire country.

It should be noted that historical records have documented this event since the founding of the dynasty, and the fact that this tomb existed in the middle of history makes this news all the more shocking to them.

But quickly, the crowd realized what was happening and hurriedly asked, "How did you know?"

Wen Li had no need to hide it: "I studied at a Taoist temple since I was a child and I know some metaphysical techniques."

The bigwigs sitting below were taken aback for a moment, but quickly accepted it.

In the past, when they opened large tombs, they would invite some Taoist priests with metaphysical knowledge. Although it is unknown whether they are really effective, as a Chinese person, the idea that it is better to believe in something than not is almost ingrained in my mind.

Although they were shocked, they were all experts who had experienced many ups and downs, so no one showed a particularly genuine expression on their faces.

“However…” Wen Li looked around at everyone and continued, “There isn’t much information about the tomb of Dayong based solely on Xie Zhan’s information. As I just told you seniors, Xie Zhan’s country fell after he reigned for eighteen years and he was killed by the rebels. Logically speaking, even if the rebels were kind, they wouldn’t have built such a luxurious tomb for such a deposed monarch and chosen such a carefully selected location.”

Mu Shuxin nodded in agreement: "Indeed, throughout history, almost no monarchs who were killed by rebels had a good ending, let alone the fact that a separate imperial mausoleum was built for the Emperor Dayong. There must be a lot of story behind it."

"Xie Zhan once said that he had a beloved concubine who died with him when the rebels entered the capital, but I calculated that she lived to be ninety. Today, after the coffin was opened, she was buried with him again. So, what happened during the rebellion of Dayong and why it suddenly went to its end is not recorded at all. These are the directions we are researching."

After Wen Li finished speaking, no one present responded for a long time.

They were shocked by the series of news about Wen Li.

At the same time, they could feel their hearts pounding.

If all these things are investigated thoroughly, wouldn't it cause a sensation in the entire archaeological community?

Seeing everyone's enthusiastic expressions, Mu Shuxin knew that he had achieved his goal: "Wen Li will also be one of our leaders from now on. At the same time, I want to tell you all that, according to Xie Zhan's wishes, the archaeological team can fully study the things in the tomb, but cannot touch the skeleton in the stone coffin."

"this……"

Seeing the group hesitate, Mu Shuxin knew they wanted to study the remains in the stone coffin, but Xie Zhan's last wishes also needed to be respected.

Mu Shuxin glanced at everyone and said irritably, "The level of archaeological work is not determined by what is unearthed, but by what is unearthed. Are you not confident in this tomb, or are you not confident in your work?"

Among the senior archaeologists present, Mokushiki Shin was one of the guides in the archaeological work.

As soon as Mokusuke spoke, everyone instinctively sat up straight.

Mu Shuxin glanced around and said calmly, "Meeting adjourned. Wen Li, stay."

No one lingered. After everyone left, only Wen Li and Mu Shuxin remained in the conference room.

Mu Shuxin said, "I will communicate with the production team to not film the skeleton in the coffin, but many things will be much easier with Xie Zhan's help. If possible, you can ask Xie Zhan if he is unwilling to help. In return, we will also... pay him a salary?"

Mu Shuxin didn't know what Xie Zhan's temperament was like, but most of the rulers of fallen kingdoms were incompetent, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty. He believed that Xie Zhan had a very bad temper.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Li nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I'll have him work by my side."

Mu Shuxin paused for a moment, a slight crack appearing on his face: "Aren't we going to discuss it with him?"

He is, after all, the ruler of a country. Doesn't Wen Li deserve any respect at all?

Wen Li didn't catch the hidden meaning in Mu Shuxin's words, and simply said, "As the emperor, he doesn't understand what happened after his country was destroyed. He has a responsibility, so it's only right that he helps us with the research. I'll have him start working tomorrow."

Timber bundle firewood: ...

Wen Li said that if Xie Zhan wanted to work, he really had to start working immediately.

That evening, Wen Li released Xie Zhan from the gourd. After a day of rest, Xie Zhan's ghostly aura had become stronger, and Wen Li could feel goosebumps rising on her skin when he was near him.

Wen Li wondered again, how could such a powerful demon kneel down and beg for mercy without even fighting?

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