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The surface of the blue bricks was covered with fine pores, and the edges still retained clear traces of the mold. Her heart suddenly began to beat violently, the sound of blood hitting her eardrums drowning out the mountain breeze. "Is this the bell mouth?" As she blurted out the question, her teeth accidentally bit the tip of her tongue, tasting a hint of rust.

"It's here, which means it matches the pattern." Jing Yi's Adam's apple rolled, and the tense jawline finally relaxed. He had never expected to find the bell mouth so quickly. He had originally expected to spend an entire day searching, but he had found the result before noon.

"This is undoubtedly the entrance to the cave." He declared in a resounding voice, and neither the brother nor the sister questioned it.

"What should we do? Keep digging?" Jing Chunxi used the tip of his shoe to push away the loose soil, revealing two neatly arranged blue bricks.

She suddenly realized that if the top of the cave was here, then the passage leading to the underground might go vertically deep into the mountain - with the strength of three people alone, this would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"The will won't be in there, we won't dig!" Jing Yi's rejection was decisive. He shook off the dirt stuck on the hoe, and gently covered the new blue bricks with the dirt he had just dug.

The emperor's wisdom would not allow important documents to be buried deep in a place that would require large-scale excavation to reach - that would be tantamount to direct destruction.

He paused, his eyes sweeping across the vast forest behind him. "Let's go and confirm the location of the cave entrance of Qingshuihe Manor. The rest will be decided after King Yan returns." The whites of his eyes were particularly prominent, like two crescent moons embedded in his bronze face.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was scared to death." Pu Ge'er suddenly fell to the ground as if he was exhausted.

The emperor's will, the Prince of Yan's plans—these words, far beyond his imagination, fell like a hurricane. His fingertips unconsciously dug into the moss on the edge of the blue bricks until the cracks between his nails were filled with dark green plant fibers.

"You guys go down the same way you came. I'll find a way to cover up this location." Jing Yi had already started pounding the loosened soil with the back of his hoe, each blow stirring up fine dust.

He pointed to the vague outline of the mountain below and said, "Cut down two trees. We'll block this road later."

There was a well-thought-out consideration behind this order - although everyone in Qingshan Villa was their own people, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be curious children or servants who would follow the trail and come looking for them.

Some secrets are like deeply buried seeds that require absolute darkness and silence before they can break through the soil at the right time.

With this precedent, the entrance to the cave hidden in Qingshuihe Villa was found very quickly, because the trumpet-shaped entrance and the ink dot marking the mansion were on the same line.

Jing Yi stood at the back door of the manor house, squinting his eyes as he surveyed the distant mountain outlines. A few clumps of withered weeds sprouted from the cracks in the bluestone slabs in front of the back door, shivering in the cold wind.

He extended his thumb to compare it with the depression in the distant mountain - it was exactly on the axis of the back door. The sunlight slanted down from the gap in the clouds, illuminating the suspicious slope.

At this moment, Jing Yi was already convinced that the late emperor must have built these two manors after surveying the terrain, and then dug a hole to bury the treasure. After completing all this, he built the house in front and hid the cave entrance in the mountains behind the house.

Then he gave the two Zhuangzi to his most trusted officials, one civil and one military, respectively, making them the most loyal guardians of the treasures.

"Just take a knife, no need for a hoe." When going up the mountain, the soles of Jingyi's boots crushed the frosted dead branches on the roadside, making crisp breaking sounds.

The hatchet on his waist swayed slightly with his steps. The blade was still stained with grass juice left over from when he had cut grass at Qingshan Villa, which had dried up into dark green spots.

Since he had no plans to start digging right away, finding the exact location was enough—he remembered every detail marked on the drawing.

But when they climbed to the almost identical platform at the top of the cave, the three of them were stunned.

Pu Ge'er's hatchet dropped to the ground with a clang, startling a pheasant hiding in the bushes. "Stones and bricks are exposed!" His voice became shrill with surprise, especially harsh in the silent forest.

Jing Chunxi's nails dug into her palm unconsciously—that's right! She saw it clearly.

Years of rain have eroded the surface soil, revealing a circle of neatly arranged blue bricks. The edges of the bricks have weathered, and the surface is covered with honeycomb-like holes, but the traces of human stacking can still be seen.

Several huge rocks were half-buried in the soil, their surfaces covered with thick moss and lichen, and their original colors could no longer be seen.

"Should I bring the hoe up?" Jing Chunxi's voice trembled. She stared at the exposed bricks and stones, as if she saw a secret buried by time awakening. The mountain wind suddenly grew stronger, ruffling her hairband.

"Dig up some grass roots nearby and plant some of the sparse ones here. More grass will sprout in the spring." Jing Yi's voice was as steady as a stone. He pointed up the slope—where dense Miscanthus and shrubs grew. These plants had well-developed root systems and were perfect for covering up traces.

"I'll go get the hoe." As he said this, he started running down into the air. His boots occasionally stepped on the loose gravel, but there was no sound.

"Yes, add soil, bury it and then plant the grass roots." Pu Ge'er had already walked to the side. He squatted down and carefully dug up a clump of miscanthus with a hatchet.

When Jingyi returned with her hoe, they had already dug up more than a dozen different weeds. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her forearms were covered in red scratches from the grass.

The muffled thud of the hoe hitting the ground lasted for a full hour. Jing Yi didn't let them take over, and he buried the exposed bricks and stones under the thick layer of soil all by himself. Even in the freezing cold, sweat trickled down his temples and dripped onto his chin in strings of water.

The final result was that the slope had completely changed. The newly cultivated loess covered all traces of human activity like a blanket, and the areas in between and around it were covered with dense grass roots and shrub seedlings.

Jing Chunxi straightened his clothes, drew well water from the space, and watered the roots of each plant.

As the clear water droplets seeped into the soil, she seemed to hear the sound of roots greedily sucking them up - with the nourishment of the space well water, these plants would soon grow wildly into a natural barrier.