The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 964 Yongguo Character

Knowing that Ma Ji was still alive, Baozhu specially ordered more vegetarian food.

“Alright.” Ma Ji didn’t stand on ceremony and slowly stepped forward to sit down opposite Meng Shisan.

Baozhu took her own portion and sat down to eat quietly, listening intently to Meng Shisan and Ma Ji's conversation so she could hear her mistress's instructions immediately and serve her.

“I’ve already checked the burial mound.” Meng Shisan didn’t say anything else and directly mentioned her destination when she came up Qingbei Mountain.

"How is it?" Ma Ji felt that things must not have gone very smoothly, otherwise Baozhu wouldn't have come to him to come up the mountain.

"Just as Xiaoqing predicted, the shadowy figure is indeed related to Miss Meng Ying." Meng Shisan then described to Ma Ji what happened after she dug up the grave.

Upon hearing that the coffin inside the burial mound had already been opened, Ma Ji immediately stood up: "What?!"

“There’s more.” Meng Shisan gestured for Ma Ji to calm down.

Ma Ji took a step outside, then stopped, but eventually came back and sat down again: "Miss, please continue."

"I've already covered the coffin and filled it back in. There's only a male corpse inside now. Even if you go now, you won't see Miss Meng Ying's body," Meng Shisan stated the facts.

Ma Ji nodded quickly: "Thank you, Miss."

"Your thanks sound a bit strange." She was the one who dug the grave, so it was only right that she fill it back in. Meng Shisan felt that Ma Ji's words must have a hidden meaning.

Ma Ji put down the chopsticks he had just picked up and said earnestly, "If it weren't for the young lady coming to Qingbei Mountain and digging up your grave to find the source of the shadow, I don't know how many years or months I would have known that your coffin had already been opened. This thank you is from the bottom of my heart. This thank you is too light. From now on, if the young lady has any orders, even if it costs me my old life, I will do it willingly."

"You flatter me." Meng Shisan wouldn't want the life of a horse demon. As fellow demons, she always preferred to either live in peace or help each other. Unless they were enemies, there was no need to be ruthless. "Right now, there's something I need you to confirm for me."

"What does 'Young Miss' mean...?" Ma Ji hesitated for a moment, "...would you like me to confirm whether that half-shadow is indeed my young lady?"

"Exactly." Meng Yusan was somewhat surprised that Ma Ji had guessed it so quickly. "Is it feasible?"

Ma Ji could not answer immediately: "Whether it is possible or not, I will have to go to Miss's grave to see for myself."

"It's late now, how about tomorrow morning?" Meng Shisan suggested.

"Okay." Ma Ji listened to Meng Shisan's arrangement.

Baozhu listened from the side, and her heart finally settled down. She was afraid that her young mistress might act impulsively and dig up the grave with Mr. Ma at night. Just thinking about that scene made her unable to bear it.

After finishing his vegetarian meal, Ma Ji returned to his room in the men's quarters.

As the moon rose above the treetops, Meng Shisan, certain that Baozhu was fast asleep inside, quietly left the guest room.

Ma Ji arrived early at the gate of the women's quarters and saw Meng Shisan. He went up to her and said, "Miss."

"Let's go," Meng Shisan said.

“Even if Baozhu came along, she wouldn’t be able to get close to the burial mound.” Ma Ji and Meng Shisan walked side by side, heading straight up to the burial mound behind the Taoist temple.

Meng Shisan nodded and said, "Baozhu can't get close. And precisely because she can't get close, if something happens, she'll worry about me. I'm afraid that even if she can't get close, she'll still try to get close and force her way through the magic array set up by the tomb itself. The magic array is merciless and will hurt Baozhu." Ma Ji understood: "Miss, you are very kind."

"I am not a great benefactor, but I care about those who care about me, and naturally I care about them in return." Meng Shisan, in his demonic ways, has always valued fairness and justice.

The burial mound was dug once during the day and again at night. It wasn't difficult, but this time Ma Ji was in charge of the digging.

Meng Shisan was taught to conjure a shovel using her demonic energy because the demonic energy in her blood was insufficient to allow her to automatically dig open the grave mound. Unexpectedly, Ma Ji also used his demonic power to conjure an iron shovel.

"Are you going to dig it yourself?" she asked from the side.

Holding the shovel he was comfortable with, Ma Ji explained, "This is Miss's grave. I haven't dug it since the day she was buried. I can't, and I dare not. But now, for the sake of Miss's body, I must dig up her grave. And I must do it myself, not by using demonic power."

Meng Shisan instantly understood that Ma Ji's master-servant relationship with Meng Shisi was truly pure and profound.

The horse moved gently but quickly, and in no time, the coffin inside the burial mound was revealed.

He jumped into the burial mound, stood beside the coffin, and gently touched the coffin lid with his hand, as if he had a thousand words to say.

Meng Shisan looked up at the crescent moon and said to Ma Ji with great understanding, "If you have something to say, I can go a little further away first, and I'll come back after you've finished speaking."

“No need.” Ma Ji had a lot to say to his master, but one more night wouldn’t make a difference. “After I finish the task that Miss gave me before she passed away, I will come and have a proper talk with her.”

Only then will he have enough confidence.

He opened the coffin and, by the light of the moonlight and the lanterns held by Meng Shisan, carefully examined the scene inside.

Meng Shisan waited for a while, but Ma Ji didn't speak. She then pushed the lantern down further and said, "Why don't you use the lantern to shine it on your eyes? You'll be able to see more clearly then."

There was no need for the lantern to shine any closer; the coffin was right there, and Ma Ji could see it clearly: "No need."

After saying this, he closed the coffin and climbed up.

Meng Shisan stood still and watched as Ma Ji filled the soil back in bit by bit.

After it was filled in and the mound was restored to its original state, resembling a raised burial mound behind the tombstone, she finally asked, "How did it turn out?"

"The young lady's body is gone," Ma Ji replied, stating a fact that anyone with eyes could see.

Meng Shisan did not immediately press the matter. She felt that Ma Ji, as a loyal old servant, should take a break now that he had personally witnessed Meng Shisi's body, which had been alive for over a hundred years, suddenly disappear.

We need to think about it carefully.

So, to give Ma Ji some time to think it over carefully, she took a lantern and went to the tombstone, squatted down and carefully looked at the remaining characters on the tombstone.

After looking at it for a long time, it was still the same; she still couldn't figure out what those incomplete characters, eroded by wind and snow, were.

“These are characters from the previous dynasty.” Ma Ji stood by the grave mound for a long time, and after a long pause, he came to his senses and saw Meng Shisan squatting in front of the tombstone, staring at the incomplete characters without saying a word. So he walked over and said a word.

“Yong Dynasty?” Meng Shisan was surprised to find that the script was from the previous dynasty. She looked more closely at the incomplete characters on the tombstone and said, “It’s very similar to the script of this dynasty…”