In the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, inside an extremely brand new hall.

The atmosphere fell into dead silence.

A beautiful lady with autumn eyes and a purple sword floating on her shoulder.

A girl with peach blossom eyes holding a broken arm.

Also, there is a busty lady with snow-white eyes and a cheerful look on her skirt.

Facing the brand new layout of the empty hall.

The air between the three women was somewhat frozen.

Zhao Qian'er made a sound, but finally bit her lip tightly and lowered her head. She did not release the uncontrollable emotions in her chest to question the young lady and Mr. Zhu.

The broken arm in his arms seemed to feel the strength of the girl's arms.

Blood kept dripping in strings onto the cold floor.

At the side, Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face was tense. She turned her head sharply at the first moment, her clear eyes staring straight at the huge dragon coffin in the center of the hall.

Zhu Yourong's reaction was also different from the other two girls.

She appeared in front of the tomb passage leading from the main hall to the back hall in an instant.

At this time, the pile of rubble that had been deliberately not moved away by her and the tall and thin old man had already been cleared away.

Zhu Yourong remembered that at that time, they used their spiritual sense to detect a group of weak women in the back hall. At that time, they thought they were poor concubines who were imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum to be buried with the emperor.

But now it seems...

Zhu Yourong looked down at the faint traces of footsteps on the ground, then raised his head, and with a gust of wind under his feet, his figure disappeared again.

Almost at the same time, the figure of a woman in Confucian clothes suddenly appeared in a side hall not far away.

Her cold white eyes scanned the surroundings...

After a short rest, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er in the main hall saw Zhu Yourong returning empty-handed, her brows still furrowed.

The doubts are hard to dispel.

The atmosphere became quiet again.

Xiao Qian'er spoke in a hoarse voice: "Miss, Mr. Zhu...where is Brother Rong'er." She lowered her head.

Concubine Zhao Ling closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Zhu Youran also felt that something was wrong with the two girls.

She pondered, "Not long ago, Ziyu was in this hall. I personally helped him lie on the dragon coffin... right here."

She walked to the clean dragon coffin, pointed to a location, and whispered: "I suspect... this matter is related to the women imprisoned in the back hall next to it. They... are also missing."

Zhu Yourong then explained to the two girls about the women in the back hall and what she knew.

"But judging from the signs now...if these women, whose identities are now questionable, took Tzuyu away first, then this main hall is so new and there is no trace left, which is somewhat unreasonable."

Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes, "Besides, there is no sign of them leaving outside the main hall... There are so many of them, and they have to take Ziyu, who is seriously injured and bleeding..."

"It's like he disappeared out of thin air in this hall."

She concluded solemnly.

Xiao Qian'er stood there, head down, very quietly, but her pink fists were clenched under her sleeves and trembling slightly.

Leaving the seriously injured Rong'er here alone... and leaving a strange woman beside him, an unstable factor...

Xiao Qian'er really wants to say something to Mr. Zhu now.

However, at this moment, a hand reached out from the side and pressed on the hand of Zhao Qianer who was about to raise her head.

It was the equally quiet Concubine Zhao Ling.

She stopped her maid in advance.

He gently pulled Xiao Qian'er behind him, then turned to Zhu Yourong and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yourong suddenly felt guilty.

She explained apologetically: "Miss Lingfei, Miss Qian'er, I..."

Zhao Lingfei shook her head, interrupting her explanation, and said with lowered eyes: "It's okay, Mr. Zhu, you have done your best. As a teacher... you have done enough for Ziyu."

Zhu Yourong paused.

If the one who came here at this moment was not this Snow-Eyed Yuanying, but her real physical body, then one would be able to see her pupils shrinking and her face slightly stiffening after she heard the words.

The following words from Tzuyu's childhood sweetheart sounded like comfort, but also like...

"Sister Lingfei, I'm sorry. The jade disk's spiritual energy was exhausted at that time, so I had to disperse the projection first..."

The usually quiet and elegant female teacher of the academy began to explain in a panic, and even blurted out the words "Sister Lingfei" subconsciously.

Maybe it's because she subconsciously doesn't like the generation difference between her and Tzuyu and the women around him. After all, she has always been in a relationship with Tzuyu as a "close friend".

This is how Zhu Yourong explained the thought in his mind.

However, she said it accidentally at this moment. She stopped immediately and realized that something was wrong.

But it was too late.

In front of her, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was turning around, suddenly looked back.

"Mr. Zhu."

Three words.

The tone is somewhat heavy.

Zhu Yourong called her sister, but she didn't call Zhu Yourong sister.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei doesn't want to be anyone's sister.

She is the elder sister, and it also depends on her mood at the time, whether she is willing to nod and agree to a younger sister...

"You have done enough. Qian'er and I will take your place. Thank you for your hard work. As for what's next, let Qian'er and I do it."

Zhao Lingfei's tone softened afterwards, as if the emphasis on the three words just now was just accidentally shouted out in a hurry.

She glanced sideways and gestured, "Qian'er."

Xiao Qianer was silent for a while, then took a step forward and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yourong's breathing was slightly choked.

Zhao Lingfei, who had always been easy to talk to, and Xiao Qian'er, who had vaguely helped her explain things not long ago, now gave her a very obvious feeling of exclusion and alienation.

It made her an outsider for a while.

This was clearly Zhu Yourong's snow-eyed Nascent Soul clone without a heart, but at this moment she suddenly felt her heart twitch violently.

I don’t know if the heart of the real body in the academy is hurting at the same time.

Zi Yu's serious injury and disappearance filled Zhu Yourong with self-blame and heartache.

It's like being cut by a blunt knife.

Zhu Yourong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Lingfei, Miss Qian'er," she said suddenly.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer paused.

Not far away, Li Bai, who was stroking his chin and thinking about something, couldn't help but glance sideways at the busty female teacher in the academy.

"I'm here on behalf of the academy. The academy is also partially responsible for Tzuyu's accident this time. On behalf of all the teachers and students in the academy, I must find Tzuyu and bring him back safely."

At this moment, Zhu Yourong's expression had calmed down, and he spoke seriously to the two girls.

After all, she is not the timid and "follow-hearted" Su Xiaoxiao, who would run away in grievance or act silly and cute with tears in her eyes when she encounters a "high-level predator" who possesses Zhao Lang.

She is Zhu Yourong.

Mr. Lanhua, the first-class Confucian scholar, who is loved and admired by the scholars and students in Linlu Academy, is also... Ziyu's close friend in calligraphy.

She could actually be a 'high-level predator'...

At this moment, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other.

The atmosphere at this moment seemed a little strange.

Even a little... nervous.

At least that's what Li Bai, who was eating melons, thought.

In fact, as a bachelor, he couldn't see any sparks in the confrontation between the two women.

But the sword-wielding man always felt that the words between the young lady and the busty lady from the academy just now seemed to have hidden meanings, as if they were testing each other's moves or something...

Well, the twists and turns between women are already difficult to guess, not to mention that it involves the competition for the same man. The complexity increases exponentially, and it has indeed become the main plot in most love story books between men and women in the world. You can imagine how rich and colorful it is.

Li Bai sighed and felt a little troubled.

This is even more intense when that brat is not around... the man muttered.

At this moment, he seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Miss Lingfei." Zhu Yourong showed a sincere expression, and said gently and crisply: "The most important thing now is to find Ziyu. We have the same goal, which is for Ziyu's good. Now one more person means more strength. If there is anything... we can talk about it later. Don't delay any further."

Concubine Zhao Ling was quiet for a while.

Then nodded.

But before turning around, she looked at Zhu Yourong meaningfully.

After the woman in Confucian robes finished speaking, she raised her jade hand and lifted a strand of her hair behind her back, revealing half of her beautiful profile.

Zhu Yourong smiled at her gently.

Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to... feel a certain... intimidating aura from the same group.

Although it was only a short delay, everyone did not dare to delay any longer and started to focus on the important matter of finding Zhao Rong.

As for the turmoil just now, except for Xiao Qian'er who liked to show her emotions on her face, Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong acted as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Yourong said: "Check the hall again."

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded and suddenly took the initiative to walk towards the huge dragon coffin in the center of the hall.

Zhu Yourong and Zhao Qianer quickly checked other places in the hall.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened the dragon coffin directly. Ever since she came in, she always felt that there seemed to be something inside the dragon coffin that was attracting her subtly.

But judging from the expressions of other people, it seemed that this was not the case. She didn't know if it was her hallucination.

After Zhao Lingfei opened the coffin lid, she saw a small tripod inside.

Made of bronze, square, with four legs and two ears.

Other than that, empty.

The dragon coffin that was supposed to contain the corpse of the human emperor only contained a strange bronze tripod.

It's really strange.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly stretched out her hand.

She suddenly had an urge to reach out and touch the tripod.

This impulse is very weak, but it has an inherent attraction.

It was like a vague call that had been buried in dreams since childhood, and was suddenly remembered one night when I was sleepless and dazed when I grew up.

In fact, ever since Concubine Zhao Ling came to the Moon-Sacrificing Mountain, she had already begun to have this feeling.

But before, her heart was completely on her husband, and she didn't pay attention to these things.

And now, she stood in front of the coffin with her head down. There was a bronze tripod lying quietly in the empty coffin.

It's just around the corner.

Zhao Lingfei stretched out her fingers as if possessed by a demon, and the two fingers formed by her middle finger and index finger were about to touch the body of the cauldron.

"Miss, I think... I seem to know where our son-in-law is."

When Concubine Zhao Ling woke up, she was slightly startled and suddenly retracted her fingers.

In the end, she still didn't touch the small tripod in the coffin.

Inside the main hall, Concubine Zhao and her three daughters turned around and saw that it was Li Bai.

This man with a sword has always been ignored by them.

The expression on his face at this moment was... a little weird.

The three girls were slightly startled.

Zhao Qianer: "Uncle Xiaobai, do you know? Tell me now!"

Concubine Zhao Ling: "Tell me quickly!"

Zhu Yourong: "What do you mean?"

Li Bai leaned back slightly and blinked.