"Princess Xiangmu of the Yan Kingdom."
Yan State? Ruan Xianxian murmured, "That was a thousand years ago. You really are a fox spirit who has lived for a thousand years?"
Is it scientifically possible that a fox that has lived for over a thousand years couldn't defeat a few Japanese soldiers?
The white fox glanced at her with an idiotic look, jumped off the coffin, and walked towards the tomb door, seemingly unwilling to answer.
Old Li chuckled and followed behind, "He must have shut down his five senses and been sleeping here for thousands of years. He must have exhausted his strength to become so weak."
Little fox, am I right?
The white fox paused, realizing that the truth was largely as the man had described. When they first met, he was critically injured and on the verge of death. It was the princess who saved his life and took him back to the palace to care for him.
Too many unexpected things happened afterward. With his fox form back then, which had no cultivation, he couldn't save the princess, but he was willing to stay here and sleep with her forever.
These memories, which belonged only to him and the princess, were not meant to be shared with future generations.
"Let's go. The lightning didn't strike the entrance. We're not far from the princess's main burial chamber."
The general once hollowed out half the mountain to build this final resting place for his beloved.
The tomb chamber opened with a narrow gap, just wide enough for one coffin to pass through. The white fox's voice was full of disgust, "I sensed long ago that the turmoil of the land was about to awaken."
It should have taken some time, but who knew...
The white fox didn't say the part about cursing the heavens for sending lightning, but Ruan Xianxian translated the original words to Lao Li.
Old Li scoffed upon hearing this, "Don't make yourself sound so innocent. The lightning strike was both the will of Heaven and your intention, wasn't it?"
Don't rush to deny it. Those villagers who were among the first to go up the mountain, dare you say it wasn't a trap you set to lure them there intentionally?
Bai Hu didn't deny it, and Ruan Xianxian asked him why.
This time, the white fox answered, lowering his head, his tone filled with sorrow, "I can feel that this world is becoming more stable. If we don't find a way, the princess will have no chance."
"So?" Old Li chuckled, "You gave the yin energy of the moon to the dead in the coffin, and now you want to give her the yang energy of the living."
Let me guess, you want to resurrect the dead?
This disdainful and mocking tone deeply stung the white fox, who responded with a sharp, shrill laugh that rose and fell in a strange, monotone manner.
Ruan Xianxian translated, "He said, 'Can't I? Those wizards said I could.'"
Old Li showed pity, but did not continue to provoke him. Soon, the white fox understood everything.
Stepping out of the maid's tomb, there was a passageway outside. The three people and the fox moved through the passageway, and suddenly, a candle lit up beside them.
Then the second lamp, the third lamp...
The lamps on both sides of the passageway lit up one after another, illuminating a magnificent mural.
Before Ruan Xianxian could even admire the mural, she was drawn to the wall lamps that lit up one after another without flame. The white fox proudly raised its chin.
"Impressive, isn't it? This is an ever-burning lamp specially made for the princess by a wizard. It can ignite on its own even without a flame, as long as someone passes by. There shouldn't be such a good thing in the end times."
Ruan Xianxian hesitated for a moment. Should she tell the white fox that the white phosphorus placed next to the lamp wick had an ignition point of about 30 degrees Celsius?
When the tomb is reopened, the incoming oxygen comes into contact with the white phosphorus and spontaneously combusts, reigniting the remaining wick.
Seeing how much he admired the witchcraft of the Yan state, I decided to give up.
Just like she couldn't stand hearing people from later generations say that this era was too poor, lacking all kinds of resources, that this was not available, and that was not available.
Because she was born and raised in this era, even with its many shortcomings, she still feels that this era is the most beautiful. People may unconsciously romanticize their memories.
Moreover, it must not be desecrated.
Ruan Xianxian turned her attention to the mural, which began with a bloody scene of a woman giving birth.
Blood flowed all over the bed. The imperial physician and his maid were anxious, but their few strokes of the brush vividly depicted the scene and clearly conveyed the meaning they wanted to express.
The second painting depicts a baby girl wrapped in a brocade quilt on a bed, crying with her eyes closed. A tall man stands quietly by the bedside, looking extremely disgusted, before turning away and leaving.
The white fox stopped in front of the painting, gazing at the newborn girl in it, and said softly, "This is what the princess looked like when she was just born. Isn't she adorable?"
Indeed, Ruan Xianxian nodded, and with her delicately drawn nose, it was easy to see that the baby girl would surely grow up to be an unparalleled beauty.
The white fox took one last look and said, "It's a pity that my princess was born at the wrong time. She was disliked by her father, who was the emperor of Yan at the time."
Two maids were assigned to care for him, and he was left to fend for himself in the small, secluded palace.
The second mural also confirms the white fox's words. At that time, the Eighth Princess, who was not yet Xiangmu, was small and thin. The seven or eight-year-old child looked about the same size as a four or five-year-old Zhitong.
A young girl with gold hairpins and jade hairpins was instructing palace servants to bully and beat her. The poor Eighth Princess could only let the nanny pull her long hair and force her to raise her head, her face full of grievance and helplessness.
The white fox angrily pointed at the arrogant woman in the painting, "She is the eldest princess of Yan Kingdom, and the culprit who caused Xiang Mu's life to be filled with hardship."
Each breathtaking mural tells a story of the hardships this princess endured growing up.
Being harassed, forced to eat spoiled food, and subjected to humiliation by eunuchs had become commonplace.
Seeing this, Ruan Xianxian wished she could step into the mural and beat those scoundrels who bullied the little princess to death.
The passageway was filled with shouts of people and howls of foxes, along with the sounds of her and the white fox cursing each other.
Old Li and Mu Xia were speechless.
The murals continued until the princess was twelve years old. At a palace banquet, she had the good fortune to meet the future war god general of the Yan Kingdom.
At this time, the boy was still an unloved illegitimate son in his family.
Their shared circumstances led the boy and girl, both disliked by their families, to gradually get to know each other.
Dancing under the moon, brewing wine under the trees, the bustling lantern festival, and the long-awaited embrace at the end of the street.
Each mural is exquisitely carved and beautifully depicted.
From the young man's repeated sneaking into the palace to meet the girl, to the young man sitting alone under the moon to guard her as she falls asleep, everything tells of their love.
Ruan Xianxian thought that if the two of them continued, the ending would either be a life-or-death struggle or a separation.
As she suspected, the affair between the young general and the princess was discovered by sharp-eyed palace servants and reported to the princess.
This eldest princess, born of the Empress, was born with a vicious heart. Using words like "spoiled and willful" to describe her is an understatement.
When Ben learned that his most hated Eighth Sister was having an affair with an unloved illegitimate son from a fallen noble family, he was filled with contempt.
He personally went to see the two of them having an affair!
After reading it, the eldest princess felt a mixture of joy and resentment.
The good news is that the princess willingly degraded herself and married a lowly illegitimate son.
What she hated was that the illegitimate son was handsome and doted on her younger sister, the princess. He was willing to disobey the imperial edict that subjects could not enter the palace without being summoned and would be beheaded.
Even though this man wasn't even worthy of carrying her shoes, the princess, driven by jealousy, finally took action...
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