Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

"Dijun, did you come to see me this time planning to take this old man on an 'archaeological' trip?"

Inside the courtyard, Sun Tianyi asked with a smile, leaning slightly forward from his chair, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement.

He dedicated his life to protecting the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor, the peaceful place of the legendary ancestors of the Chinese people, which must not be desecrated in the slightest.

But he had absolutely no interest in the tombs of those foreign enemies. If it weren't for his old bones becoming useless, he would have loved to personally carry a Luoyang shovel and complete the "work" his father had left unfinished!

Zhu Dijun smiled and shook his head.

"Mr. Sun, your presence here in the rear is the greatest support you can give us."

"I came here not only to pay my respects to you, but also to seek your advice on... 'archaeology'."

His gaze turned serious.

"After all, the situation in the capital is complicated, and there are quite a few 'mite remnants' who still yearn for their homeland."

"You know about the bullet that struck ten days ago. I escaped by sheer luck, but the enemy won't let it go."

Zhu Dijun's voice was calm, yet carried a chill: "This operation is being taken very seriously by the higher-ups. Therefore, this is not just my personal idea, but also an official mission."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the live stream and across countless worlds felt their hearts tighten.

Official mission!

This means that this is no longer just Zhu Dijun's revenge, but a formal counterattack at the national level!

But this also means that he will be in the eye of the storm!

"Holy crap! The authorities are involved? They have to do a great job!"

"But that would put Brother Jun in even more danger! He almost got assassinated just for revealing the truth before, and now they're going to dig up someone's ancestral graves. Won't those people go crazy?!"

"Brother Jun! Don't go! A wise man avoids dangerous situations! Let the government send an archaeological team!"

"Yes! We can't lose you again! What will we do if something happens to you?"

The live chat was flooded with expressions of concern.

The Ming Dynasty, Hongwu Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di's faces darkened. They could accept their descendants dying on the battlefield, wrapped in horsehide, but they absolutely could not accept him being murdered by maggots in the gutter using such despicable means!

"These bastards, they actually dared to lay a hand on me?!"

A murderous glint appeared in Zhu Di's eyes, and his hand unconsciously went to his waist.

"Father, this celestial canopy is so wondrous, could you send our personal guards to protect it?"

"Guards?!" Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his hand on the dragon throne. "Our great-grandson is serving the country, so the country should send him a Divine Machine Battalion! Surround that damned capital, and anyone who dares to lay a finger on him will be executed on the spot!"

Seeing everyone's concern, Zhu Dijun felt a warmth in his heart, but he simply shook his head calmly.

"Some things just have to be done by someone."

"The enemy wants to silence us with assassination, to instill fear in us. We'll face the blade head-on and do something even more terrifying to them!"

His voice was resolute, carrying the determination of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me!"

"Don't worry, this time I'm fully prepared."

He suddenly changed the subject, winked at the camera, and said half-jokingly:

"I've already signed up and am ready to participate in the second, or even the third, unlimited armor combat tournament."

These words eased the tension in countless people, who burst into laughter, but also felt even greater respect for his courage and sense of responsibility.

Upon hearing this, Old Sun nodded heavily, his eyes filled with approval and satisfaction.

"Excellent! That's the spirit of a true Han Chinese, worthy of being a descendant of Emperor Gaozu!"

He suddenly stood up, strode to a corner of the study, and fumbled behind a row of seemingly ordinary bookshelves for a moment before a hidden compartment opened.

The old man took out an old wooden box that was tightly wrapped in oilcloth.

"Dijun, you've come at the perfect time."

He placed the wooden box on the table, carefully peeled off the oilcloth, and opened the lid.

Inside, lying quietly, was a thread-bound manuscript, yellowed with age.

"These are my father's archaeological notes from back then."

A hint of reminiscence appeared in Old Sun's eyes.

"It contains detailed records of all his insights from his exploration of the Eastern Qing Tombs, including the structure of the underground palace, the layout of the mechanisms, and even several secret passages that were previously unknown."

"Although it mainly concerns the Yuling and Dingdongling mausoleums, the regulations for imperial mausoleums across the country are largely the same. I think it should be able to provide some reference for your current 'protective archaeology' work."

Archaeological Notes!

Sun Dianying's own tomb-robbing notes... no, they're archaeological notes!

The value of this thing is simply immeasurable!

Zhu Dijun's pupils contracted slightly.

This is not just a map, it's a legacy!

It is the mantle passed down from the first generation of the "Qingju Sect" to the second generation of the "Qingju Sect"!

"Mr. Sun, this gift is far too precious," Zhu Dijun said, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Take it!" Old Sun pushed the wooden box in front of him without room for argument, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"To me, it's just a yellowed old book! Only in your hands can it realize its greatest value!"

The old man's gaze became incredibly profound, as if piercing through time and space, seeing the demons and monsters lurking in the dark corners.

"Go, Dijun."

"To fulfill my father's unfinished wish."

"Go tell those internal and external enemies who attempt to subvert our civilization—"

"On the land of China, there is no room for filth and evil!"

"Descendants of Yan and Huang, we will avenge any wrong done to us!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying the force of thunder!

"Use your actions to extinguish their last shred of hope for a comeback!"

"Go and dig up their very spiritual ancestral graves!"

Zhu Dijun stood up and bowed deeply to Sun Tianyi.

He didn't say anything more, but simply stretched out his hands and solemnly accepted the heavy "archaeological notes".

A thousand words are left unsaid.

Above the sky, his figure cast a long shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing both incredibly aloof and incredibly resolute.

An unprecedented "archaeological operation" targeting the last vestiges of dignity of the former empire is about to begin in the capital!

Everyone knew that when the first shovel of earth was laid, an even bloodier and more frenzied covert battle would inevitably follow!

At this moment, under the cover of night in the capital, countless eyes have witnessed this handover through various channels.

A deadly threat is gathering.