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Chapter 286 Ashes Scattered at Sea
Chaochao exclaimed in surprise, "What a pity!"

Were terracotta figurines not originally like this?
Emperor Jingxuan pursed his lips, lost in thought. Mercury? Then, could he build his imperial mausoleum in the same style as Qin Shi Huang?
The guide has led Chaochao and the others to the second pit. The second pit is relatively small, but it displays different types of terracotta figures, mainly armed cavalry.

The No. 3 terracotta warrior was the command post, and the terracotta pit was even smaller.

Afterwards, the group went to the exhibition hall, where they saw various types of terracotta figurines up close, as well as the style of chariots from the Qin Dynasty, with very clear details.

After leaving, the group went to Lishan Garden. By the time they finished visiting everything, it was already evening.

Chaochao and Yuanyuan were clearly tired, so the group didn't linger and went straight back to the hotel.

Yuan Yuan slumped in the car, panting heavily. "Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum is so big! After walking around it, I've lost two sizes."

Chaochao wanted to laugh, but she also agreed with what Yuanyuan said, "It is too big. I heard that the tombs of ancient emperors are very large. Fortunately, Qin Shi Huang's underground palace was built solidly, so those tomb raiders could not get in to steal things."

"Oh, that's because our ancestors were amazing. I heard that Emperor Wu of Han's Maoling Mausoleum was no good because it had too many good things buried with him. So when people ran out of money, they would rob his tomb. It's really tragic."

The people of Daqi, "..."

This is indeed a bit tragic.

Emperor Jingxuan's lips twitched; he was aware that this was indeed recorded in history.

So he has considered whether a simple burial would be more suitable for him in the future.

The problem is, he said he would have a simple burial, but will his descendants believe him? Will they dig up his grave to verify if it's true?

Emperor Jingxuan sighed, and when he looked up again, he heard Yuanyuan say triumphantly, "Fortunately, we now use cremation, otherwise, even with the wealth of the He family, our tomb would definitely have been robbed."

He Zheyan tapped him on the head, "Don't talk nonsense."

"What did I do? Don't make excuses to hit me." Yuan Yuan huffed, her previously listless appearance instantly brightening up.

Chaochao was stunned. "Cremation? What cremation?"

"Cremation is cremation. It's just burning the ashes into an urn and burying them in a cemetery."

Chaochao's eyes widened; it was the first time she had ever heard of such a thing.

When someone died in Shangliu Village, if the family had the means, they would prepare a coffin and bury the deceased in the ancestral graveyard.

If conditions are poor, they will wrap the person in a mat, dig a pit on the back hill, and bury them properly.

No one will burn a person to ashes.

However, Sister Linlan did tell her that some people who contracted the plague or a contagious disease might be cremated after they died.

But, now...

Chaochao didn't quite understand, and a large portion of the people in the Great Qi Dynasty also couldn't understand it.

They're already dead, why destroy their bodies?

Later generations have been far too careless about these things.

However, some people expressed understanding, especially some poor families who had a hard life while they were alive and couldn't care less about what happened after they died.

At this very moment, Yuanyuan added, "But there are also many celebrities who directly scatter their ashes into the sea."

"Who is it?" Chaochao asked instinctively.

Yuanyuan didn't know; he had only heard about it. So he turned to look at his older brother. He Zheyan was somewhat helpless and could only give an example, "Several leaders of our country have had their ashes scattered at sea. For example, Grandpa Deng's last wish was to donate his corneas, have his body dissected for medical research, and not keep his ashes, but scatter them at sea."

Emperor Jingxuan suddenly stood up from his seat. What had he just heard?
leader?
Was he a figure from later generations, similar to an emperor?
No, even if it isn't, its status should be extremely high.

He actually agreed to have his body dissected after his death for medical research, and ultimately wanted his ashes scattered into the sea!

To Emperor Jingxuan, this was simply inconceivable.

Having already reached that position, he must wield considerable power. Such a person deserves a grand and lavish funeral. Why would he want to dispose of his body in this way? Would others agree to it? Would his family, his subordinates, or anyone else stop him?

Not only was Emperor Jingxuan shocked, but every official present was dumbfounded.

Cremating the body is one thing, but why do they have to perform an autopsy?!

They believed they simply couldn't do it.

The people of Daqi looked at each other in bewilderment. Some of the more astute among them suddenly realized why life in later generations seemed so good and happy: it was because their leaders did not seem to place themselves in a very high position.

They looked up again at the morning sky.

It's wonderful that Chaochao has returned to such an era.

As they talked, they quickly returned to the hotel.

The two children were really tired; they were drowsy as soon as they finished dinner.

Chaochao insisted on finishing the phone call with Jian Yunsang before finally going to sleep.

The next day, the group went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, experienced the culture of the Tang Dynasty, and watched a performance.

The emperor was treated to a feast for the eyes, and the people of Daqi also broadened their horizons.

So this is what the Tang Dynasty was like! It was so beautiful and lively. They felt like they were really in the Tang Dynasty. The various scenes and programs made them very excited.

Even Emperor Jingxuan longed for it.

On the third day, Yuanyuan suggested that they postpone sightseeing and instead wander around the streets and sample the local cuisine.

With no objections from Chaochao, the group went to the bustling food street to eat and drink.

They returned that afternoon. However, just as the group walked to an alley not far from the hotel, Chaochao suddenly saw two people fighting in the alley.

No, to be precise, it was a tall, burly man hitting a woman.

The man continued to curse, "You want a divorce? You filthy woman, I knew you were having an affair with that man. You're always on your phone, aren't you just flirting with him? You're always so unfaithful, I'll beat you to death."

The woman screamed, dodging and shouting, "I didn't! Ah Hui and I are innocent! We're just friends! He's my neighbor from when I lived with my parents! You're the one who's always being paranoid! Let me go! I'm calling the police! Let go!"

Chaochao was furious. She knew this was domestic violence, a very heinous act.

Aunt Panpan's ex-husband had hit her before. Mom said that there is no such thing as domestic violence except zero times or countless times.

Chaochao looked up at He Nanzhou and said, "Dad, let's save that auntie."

"Okay." He Nanzhou patted Chaochao's head, walked towards the two with an icy expression, and grabbed the man's hand.

As Chaochao was secretly encouraging her father, she suddenly heard Ashan's voice, "Chaochao, don't save him!"