Distressed wife

Chapter 1088 Let Yan'er Remarry (6)
Jun Qianqing held the gold medal, but his eyes were dull, he just wanted to get what he deserved, whether it was the throne or her.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what the Supreme Emperor said, that only when he stands at the highest peak of power and no one can shake him, can he do whatever he wants.

Mu Ziyan knew that what she said in the courtroom today would make Jun Qianqing even more ruthless, but Mu Ziyan was unwilling to procrastinate, especially her relationship, even if she knew it would become like this, it would hinder her future plans, but she I don't want to get caught up in this kind of endless emotional disputes.

Jun Qianqing, in this life, it is impossible for me and you. You are a variable, but not my calamity.

Mu Ziyan turned around and left the Golden Luan Hall. By the time she arrived at the Meridian Gate, Jun Qianqing's will had already arrived. Naturally, it was to help Mu Ziyan thoroughly investigate the case in order to atone for her crimes.

Zhang Zong's face was slightly condensed, then he stood up and looked up at Mu Ziyan, "Yan'er, why did you use the gold medal?"

"If there is no gold medal, how can I keep you?" Mu Ziyan said in a low voice, "The gold medal is just right."

"But..." Zhang Zong sighed, then put on his official robes, and followed Mu Ziyan back to Jingzhao Yin's mansion.

Seeing the two of them coming back, Mrs. Lu finally felt relieved.

"Yan'er, the emperor is so moody now, he actually listened to the words of that fortune teller, and today he is in court, yet..." Zhang Zong was so angry that he patted his desk.

"It seems that something absurd makes you so angry." Mu Ziyan said with a smile.

"En." Zhang Zong nodded in response, "Aren't you going to let that charlatan enter the palace, isn't it just nonsense?"

"What else?" Mu Ziyan continued.

"Of course I mentioned your matter, saying that your current bad luck is because you had to marry Beiqing at the beginning, and now that you are back, naturally he will take care of you." Zhang Zong was quite puzzled, "Your Majesty What the hell is going on? The people above the court are still uttering such nonsense."

Mu Ziyan smiled lowly, "He can't care about anything now."

"Yan'er, today's Dayan is riddled with holes. The emperor knows your thoughts, but by doing this, isn't it going to push you into a place where there will be no redemption?" Zhang Zong looked at her and said, "So I I couldn't help but refute."

"Brother Zhang, this gold medal can keep you. In the future, you have to be calm. There are variables in many things." Mu Ziyan meant something.

Zhang Zong understood, then nodded and said, "I know, now I'm the only one who is useful."

"That is." Mu Ziyan replied with a smile.

"Yan'er, what did you find out?" Zhang Zong got to the point.

"The imperial mausoleum thousands of years ago was actually a palace." Mu Ziyan said in a low voice, "And it's still a palace."

"What?" Zhang Zong was stunned, "If it's a palace, where was a dynasty thousands of years ago?"

"En." Mu Ziyan nodded in response, "But the documents about a thousand years ago seem to be in the historian's place."

"Yan'er, don't you know?" Zhang Zong continued, "After you left, a strange thing happened in the palace. All the historical materials about thousands of years ago disappeared."

"It's gone?" Mu Ziyan said in a low voice, "Don't you know what dynasty it was?"

"You know, who knows what happened thousands of years ago, and the historical materials are all gone, and no one knows, and the historian who knows the historical materials best died suddenly overnight." Zhang Zong whispered.

"This person has done too much without showing any trace." Mu Ziyan looked at Zhang Zong and said, "The reason why I took the initiative to take on this case is to find out some facts in a legitimate way."

"I know." Zhang Zong looked at her and said, "Yan'er, you have to be more careful."

"En." Mu Ziyan nodded in response, "Where was I when this happened?"

"You should still be on your way to Beiqing." Zhang Zong continued, "When the emperor was still the prince, he sent people to investigate this matter, but found nothing. Those things seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. .”

"How could it disappear out of thin air?" Mu Ziyan was silent for a moment, "Either he just hid it."

"You mean the things are still in the palace?" Zhang Zong suddenly realized.

"That fortune teller is not a simple one." Mu Ziyan said lightly, "I'm wondering who is the master behind him?"

"Yan'er, you have to think about this matter." Zhang Zong continued, "In the current situation, you can't afford to make mistakes."

"I know." Mu Ziyan sat down slowly, "It seems that we still have to start from the imperial tomb."

"Yan'er, is what you saw underground real?" Zhang Zong continued, "Second Master Mu said, you said it was an illusion, so what's going on?"

"Because after I went back, the master I saw turned into a pile of bones." Mu Ziyan said lightly.

"What?" Zhang Zong opened his eyes wide, "How is this possible? Could it be that you saw something filthy?"

"Besides, that woman, I once took her pulse, but she doesn't have a pulse." Mu Ziyan continued.

"This... this..." Zhang Zong felt that this person had no pulse?If there is no pulse, it is dead.

Mu Ziyan also found it strange, but now he wants to go down and have a look?But Mu Ziyan felt that even if he went down now, the answer would still be the same, instead, it would be better to look for clues around him.

It took Zhang Zong a while to react, his brows were tightly frowned, and a trace of worry flashed in his deep eyes, "Yan'er, I think you should find those historical materials first."

"Sister Lu, do you think there is anything strange about those charred corpses?" Mu Ziyan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he had thought of something?
"Let me think about it." Seeing Mu Ziyan asking this question, Mrs. Lu thought about it carefully.

But after a while, I still didn't think of anything special.

However, Mu Ziyan spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and drew all the scenes at that time, and then looked at Mrs. Lu, "Sister Lu, take a look again."

Lady Lu looked over carefully, her eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Mu Ziyan, "This...isn't this a word in ink? Yan'er, is this related to the Mo family? How is this possible? How could the Mo family have a thousand years ago?" What about the clothes of the dynasty?”

(End of this chapter)