If Emperor Wen of Jin had not usurped power and seized the throne, the one who sat in that seat would still be his father.

He is the prince who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people.

His wife Zhao Jin'er is the noble lady with gold and jade hair.

Their child is the prince Longsun!

Everything that Emperor Wen of Jin had was taken away from his father!

Even though he knew that Emperor Wu of Jin was extremely poor in the last few years and almost destroyed the country, he still couldn't help but feel turbulent.

At this moment, he was commemorating his never-to-face parents and the glory and power that should have belonged to him.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Jiner walked in yawning, “Honey, have you not finished thinking about it yet?”

Qin Muxiu raised his eyes and saw the gentle and beautiful little wife, with her hair hanging down and a sunflower-colored crepe sleeping shirt, standing at the door of the study with sleepy eyes but caring face.

The thoughts immersed in the abyss are immediately pulled back to reality.

Come over and hold her in your arms:

"Why haven't you been asleep yet?"

Zhao Jin'er leaned her head in his arms, "If you are not here, I can't sleep."

Qin Muxiu sighed, "You girl."

He picked it up and sent it back to the room, "I'll coax you to sleep. When you fall asleep, I may be leaving. If you can't see me tomorrow morning, don't panic."

Zhao Jiner nodded obediently.

She was really sleepy. Her husband's slender big hand patted her a few times and then she fell asleep.

Qin Muxiu helped her cover the quilt, kissed her forehead and lips a few times before setting off to return to the imperial tomb.

When we arrived at the imperial tomb, it was just dawn, and Mu Yi and Feng Shangyan both fell asleep in the house of the tomb guardians.

Qin Muxiu did not disturb them, but went to the tomb pit alone to check it carefully.

Tomb robbers are either extremely experienced or as careful as silk, leaving no clues behind.

Qin Muxiu stood on a huge rock beside the tomb pit and closed his eyes and thought.

The weather in August and the morning wind have already brought a little coolness.

When I brushed my face, even if I didn't sleep all night, I suddenly became awake.

Qin Muxiu suddenly opened his eyes, thinking of something like a blessing in mind

He looked at the most inconspicuous corner of the cemetery.

Immediately walked over quickly.

Several small graves are not as good as those of ordinary wealthy families.

Letter on the stone tablet:

The tomb of the concubines of Emperor Wu of Jin.

There is no posthumous title, no temple name, no life, only a string of almost invisible small characters engraved with the names of the people in the curtain.

Muzun is the name of Emperor Wu of Jin.

Wan Li, the name of the Queen.

Zhou Mei, the name of the concubine Xian...

Qin Muxiu rubbed a few strokes on the stone tablet, as if rubbing the soul of the person in the tomb.

Going around to the back of the tombstone, as expected, the soil was turned over.
Chapter completed!