I feel right at home in the world of the courtyard house.

"Hurry! Hurry! Charge in!"

With a loud rumble, four large trucks came to a stop in unison at the entrance of Dingling Mausoleum.

Immediately afterward, as soon as the first three cars came to a stop, a large group of young revolutionaries wearing red armbands jumped out, making a ruckus and rushing straight into the Dingling Mausoleum.

The people in the last car, however, stood still after getting off.

It wasn't until Li Jing'an got out of the passenger seat and stood at the entrance of Dingling Mausoleum, looking up at the imperial tomb before him, that a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

He couldn't crack the tough nut of the Palace Museum.

But you're just a mere Dingling Mausoleum, do you think I can't handle you?

Ever since his previous attempt to excavate the Forbidden City failed, Li Jing'an had been harboring a deep sense of resentment. He turned his attention to the Ming and Qing imperial tombs, but after making several inquiries, he discovered that it was simply not feasible—the underground palaces of the imperial tombs were too massive, the noise too terrifying, and the time required an absurdly long time. If he were to start excavation, the central government would react before he even had any material, and in the end, he would have completely wasted his efforts.

Just when he thought he would have to go home empty-handed this time, he suddenly thought of Dingling.

He specifically sought out people and learned that after Dingling was excavated a few years ago, the treasures in the underground palace were not moved to the Forbidden City at all, but were stored on-site in the Dingling warehouse, and no one was properly guarding them.

Most importantly, the Dingling Museum is located in Changping, not in the center of Beijing, so it is not a key location under the central government's nose.

He vaguely remembered reading on social media that this place had also suffered a severe impact back then, and even the imperial remains could not be preserved, but the most precious cultural relics among them were lucky enough to escape.

This was a huge opportunity and a ready-made loophole for him!

So today he specially arranged four large trucks: the first three were specifically for transporting these young revolutionaries. The last truck was driven by reliable people he personally led, carefully selected from the factory's picket team, who came specifically to get the "Four Olds" back before the young revolutionaries.

The standoff at the entrance didn't last long before the gates of Dingling were opened from the inside.

It turned out that there were also rebels inside the mausoleum. Upon seeing the large commotion outside, they immediately turned against the rebels, opened the gates, and led a group of young men to rush inside.

Seeing this, Li Jing'an immediately ordered his team members behind him in a deep voice, "Hurry up and follow!"

Don't let these hotheads ruin my things!

In an instant, the entire Dingling Mausoleum was filled with a cacophony of voices and shouts, creating utter chaos.

Li Jing'an had already thoroughly figured out the internal layout, so he ignored the commotion and headed straight for the small, flat-roofed storeroom next to the entrance of the underground palace.

He had inquired beforehand and found out that the underground palace was already empty; all the cultural relics and treasures excavated back then were piled up in this row of small bungalow warehouses.

From afar, one could see that the warehouse entrance was already in complete chaos.

Several veteran employees of the Dingling Mausoleum stood guard at the entrance, desperately trying to stop the crowd from rushing in. But how could a mere few people stop the overwhelming force of the Red Guards? It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or an egg striking a rock.

Before long, several veteran employees were forcibly dragged aside. These youngsters were ruthless, surrounding the people and beating them mercilessly with punches and kicks.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crashing and smashing sounds came from the warehouse, with bottles shattering and boxes cracking.

Hearing the commotion, Li Jing'an felt his heart bleed and immediately rushed forward.

Just as I reached the door, I heard someone inside shouting excitedly, "Here! Here! The dog emperor's bones are here! Quickly, take them out! Drag them all out!"

The crowd at the entrance instantly erupted in excitement, swarming inside and blocking Li Jing'an from entering.

A short while later, three skeletons were carried out of the storeroom.

A group of young soldiers surrounded the remains, raising slogans and their emotions running high.

"Take them to the main gate square! Hold a denunciation meeting for this wicked feudal emperor! Properly settle accounts for their crimes!"

The crowd surged out, and some people set their sights on the other warehouses next door, picking up stones to smash the locks, preparing to destroy all the "Four Olds" hidden inside.

Li Jing'an's eyelids twitched violently. He quickly squeezed forward and loudly advised the group of young officers:

"Comrades! Criticizing feudal emperors is the most important thing! In my opinion, we should strike while the iron is hot and call over the villagers from nearby villages, factories, and workplaces! The more people, the better, and the bigger the scene, the better! We must make it a grand spectacle so that everyone can see our determination to break with feudalism! Leave this to us."

Upon hearing this, the group of young soldiers immediately felt that it made sense.

"Yes! You're right! Let's go call for help!"

A group of people rushed to the perimeter to gather the crowd and bolster the scene.

After sending away the group of hotheads, Li Jing'an's face immediately darkened. He quickly signaled the members of his disciplinary team to block the entrances of several warehouses and ordered all the trucks to be driven inside to wait for orders.

The warehouse door was fully open, revealing a densely packed array of wooden crates.

"Pry them open! Pry them all open!" Li Jing'an ordered in a deep voice.

The team members immediately grabbed crowbars and, with a few "cracks," pried open a large wooden crate.

The moment he saw what was inside, the excitement on Li Jing'an's face vanished.

The box was full of old silk and antique fabrics, which had long since oxidized, turned black, rotted, and deteriorated, and were no longer of any value.

"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath. "Keep going! Throw all of these outside, then move them all to the plaza later!"

He opened another storeroom, which disappointed Li Jing'an even more. It contained archives, photos, and detailed information on all the artifacts from the excavation of Dingling.

Just then, a team member shouted from the doorway of the last warehouse: "There's someone inside!"

Several team members worked together to push the door open completely, and there were still staff members inside who were holding the door shut, desperately protecting the warehouse.

"Pull him out! Stubborn fool!"

"Unrepentant! You still dare to protect these remnants of feudalism! This is all the blood, sweat, and tears of the people, exploited by feudal emperors. Is it really worth protecting?"

The team members went straight up, grabbed his hair and arms, and dragged him to the front door, handing him over to the junior officers outside for their disposal.

Li Jing'an then stepped into the storeroom and was immediately captivated by the items inside.

Upon entering, you'll see three enormous porcelain jars, so large and eye-catching that they weren't even packed in boxes and were simply placed against the wall.

Seeing this, Li Jing'an's mouth stretched from ear to ear—a huge shipment! Absolutely a huge shipment!

On the other side of the wall, eight large plum vases were neatly arranged, all in good condition and with proper shapes.

Opening the remaining wooden boxes revealed an even more dazzling array of items, all glittering with gold: pure gold bathtubs, gold bowls, gold wine pots, gold wine cups, as well as gold artifacts inlaid with agate and gemstones, jade bowls, jade belts, and other precious jade objects. Li Jing'an was dazzled and his heart raced.

The thing he had been longing for most had finally appeared—

The Wanli Emperor's golden crown and the phoenix crowns of the two empresses were placed quietly and intact in the box.

Li Jing'an stepped forward and personally inspected the items, suppressing his elation. He immediately ordered in a deep voice, "Hurry! Load them all onto the truck! Handle them with care! Anyone who dares to be clumsy and damage them will be skinned alive!"

The team members did not dare to slack off and carefully moved the large porcelain jars and gold and silver artifacts.

Li Jing kept a close watch on the entire time, anxious and worried, afraid that it might be bumped or damaged in the slightest.

With great difficulty, all the treasures, chests, and heavy objects were safely loaded onto the vehicle.

He then gave another order: "Move all the remaining old files, tattered documents, and rotten cloth to the front gate and hand them over to the young revolutionaries! After the struggle session, burn them all! Thoroughly eradicate feudal dross!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the slogans and cheers outside the door grew louder and louder.

Young revolutionaries would occasionally pass by carrying buckets of paint, and they would paint revolutionary slogans all over the walls, ground, and even the underground palace passages of the Dingling Mausoleum.

Looking at the bustling scene before him, Li Jing'an murmured with emotion, "How wonderful, these are truly passionate years."

Li Jing'an didn't linger. He escorted the truck loaded with treasures and set off first to return to the steel rolling mill.

Not long after the car drove away, a thick plume of smoke slowly rose from the direction of Dingling.