Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

"What kind of trouble are you going to cause now?" Lin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at Jiang Chuan. "We came out to relax today, so don't say anything that spoils the mood."

"Now that you're done having fun, wouldn't it be better to do something educational?" Jiang Chuan's gaze was fixed on her, unwavering.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Lin Xiaoyu finally let out a helpless sigh.

"You can arrange the rest of the itinerary," she conceded, but still reminded him, "But you have to be careful not to take Jingjing to see anything strange."

Jiang Chuan nodded and gave her an "OK" sign: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing! I just wanted to take her to see the Ming Mausoleum, which happens to be nearby."

Lin Xiaoyu was taken aback, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes: "Jiang Chuan, are you out of your mind? Jingjing misses home from time to time, why did you take her to a place like that?"

On the lawn, Zhu Jingjing tilted her head, blinking in confusion, "Brother, what is Mingling? Is it delicious?"

Jiang Chuan raised his hand and lightly patted her head: "Are you a little princess or a little glutton? All you know is eating! To put it bluntly, the Ming Tombs are the imperial tombs of your Great Ming Dynasty. The Ming Tombs in Yanjing are basically where all the emperors of your Zhu family are buried."

Zhu Jingjing's expression froze instantly.

Lin Xiaoyu, standing to the side, glared fiercely at Jiang Chuan.

"Jingjing, it's been over six hundred years since your Ming Dynasty. Isn't it normal for Ming tombs to still exist here?" Jiang Chuan said slowly, his tone as usual.

After a long silence, Zhu Jingjing nodded bitterly: "Brother, I'll follow your arrangements..."

Lin Xiaoyu walked up behind Jiang Chuan and pinched his waist hard.

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

The words "the imperial tombs of the Ming Dynasty" resonated deeply with Zhu Yuanzhang.

"The Ming Tombs, in those later generations, are probably the only trace that can prove that my Great Ming Dynasty once existed between heaven and earth." Zhu Yuanzhang slumped onto the dragon throne, muttering to himself, his expression wistful.

Empress Ma gently patted his back and softly advised, "Chongba, you and I already know that in later generations, the Ming Dynasty has long since vanished and ceased to exist. Why do you still lament like this?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly and sighed, "That may be true, but the thought of having to see the tombs of my descendants with my own eyes still makes it hard for me to let go of my worries."

Modern times, inside the Dingling underground palace of the Ming Tombs.

Zhu Jingjing wrapped her thin coat tighter around herself. The temperature inside the underground palace was much lower than outside, and the chill seeped straight into her bones.

Jiang Chuan took off his coat and gently draped it over her shoulder.

"Brother, aren't you cold?" she asked softly, pulling her coat tighter around herself.

Jiang Chuan shook his head slightly. It was indeed a bit cold in the underground palace, but he could still bear it.

"Such a loving sibling relationship." Lin Xiaoyu watched this scene and muttered sourly, "I'm cold too, why isn't anyone giving me a coat?"

Jiang Chuan gave a helpless wry smile and pointed to his shirt: "How about I take this off and give it to you?"

Lin Xiaoyu pouted and glared at him: "No need! It's fine if you're treated like a pervert, but don't drag me and Jingjing into it!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at the sky, his brow furrowed.

He didn't know which lineage was buried in that underground palace, but he did know one thing: the tomb of his descendant, the emperor of the great Ming Dynasty, had been dug up!

Not only that, but people are allowed to come and go as they please, just like a marketplace!

"Chongba, please don't get angry." Empress Ma quickly grasped his hand and gently advised, "Look at the underground palace, there is no sign of disorder or damage, at least it doesn't seem to have been looted."

"They've already stepped into the underground palace, isn't this considered tomb raiding?" Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his fist on the dragon throne, his voice booming with fury.

Modern-day Ming Tombs.

The warm sunshine on her body made Zhu Jingjing feel especially nostalgic.

She returned the coat to Jiang Chuan, her gaze falling on the deep entrance to the underground palace, her brows furrowed with complex emotions.

"Brother, this underground palace is...?"

Jiang Chuan gently patted her shoulder and replied, "The Dingling Mausoleum of Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty. In the early years, the government approved archaeological excavations, which opened the underground palace. Unfortunately, the technology was not advanced enough at that time, and a large number of cultural relics were damaged as soon as they came into contact with air, which has become a major lesson in the history of archaeology."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingjing sighed softly.

She didn't know who the Wanli Emperor was, but she understood one thing: he was a descendant of their Zhu family.

"Brother, have all the other tombs in our Ming Dynasty been excavated by archaeologists?" Her fingertips trembled involuntarily.

If her father's tomb were also opened to the public for tours, then...

"Jingjing, you can rest assured about that." Jiang Chuan rubbed her head and comforted her, "The imperial tombs of your Ming Dynasty, at least the emperor's underground palaces, are mostly well preserved."

Zhu Jingjing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Chuan said, "Our current archaeological philosophy has shifted to protection and research, rather than focusing on the funerary treasures."

"That means..." Zhu Jingjing pondered for a moment, "...that they won't be excavating tombs casually anymore?"

Jiang Chuan nodded and patiently explained, "The principle of modern archaeology is: if it can be left undisturbed, it shouldn't be; if it can be protected, it shouldn't be excavated. Especially for large sites like imperial tombs, unless they face natural or man-made threats requiring rescue excavation, we absolutely will not disturb them!"

Zhu Jingjing looked around and asked, "Brother, where is my father's tomb? I want to go see it."

Jiang Chuan paused slightly, then replied, "Your father's tomb isn't in the Ming Tombs, but you can rest assured, Old Zhu's tomb is very sturdy and still very well preserved!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Upon hearing Jiang Chuan's words, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression softened slightly. "Although later generations did some foolish things, they were not stupid."

Empress Ma gazed at the sky, nodded slightly, and whispered, "Chongba, I only don't know about my tomb..."

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly grasped her hand: "Why do you say that, my lady? You are the Empress. After your death, you should be buried in the underground palace with me."

He gently put his arm around Empress Ma's shoulder and said solemnly, "Even if I am no longer the emperor and you are no longer the empress, I still want to sleep in the same grave as you."

Empress Ma blushed slightly and quietly rested her head on his shoulder.

modern.

"Brother, when can we go see my father's tomb?" Zhu Jingjing suddenly grabbed Jiang Chuan's sleeve, her voice soft. "I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to return to the Ming Dynasty... I want to apologize to my father properly for not being able to be by his side to fulfill my filial duties."

Jiang Chuan's heart softened. He took her small hand and said gently, "When we have the chance, we'll go to your father's tomb and pay our respects properly."

Lin Xiaoyu stepped forward and gently put her arm around the little princess's shoulder: "Jingjing, let's change the subject. Let's not keep talking about these sad things."

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