Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 467 Relying on Favor (12)

The higher you go up the mountain, the lower the temperature gets.

The men Zhao Yuan brought were prepared; they all stopped, took out thick clothes from their bundles, and put them on.

Yan Zhen was assigned a fox fur cloak.

She wrapped herself up tightly in her cloak, and when she set off again, before Zhao Yuan could even squat down in front of her, she consciously went around behind him and climbed onto his shoulder.

Zhao Yuan was speechless at her actions: "You adapt quickly, treating me like your mount?"

"I wouldn't dare." Yan Zhen was worried that if he angered him, he would refuse to carry him any longer, so he said stubbornly and cowardly, "It is my greatest honor to be able to climb onto the Master's back."

Zhao Yuan carried her on his back, and as he supported her knees with his hands, he subtly pinched her calf.

Yan Zhen hissed in pain, but he forced himself to refrain from hitting him, only cursing him as a scoundrel in a place where Yan Zhen couldn't see him.

The group wandered around the mountains for three days.

Yan Zhen was on Zhao Yuan's back for almost the entire time.

At first, she wasn't used to it, but after two days, she was able to sleep comfortably on Zhao Yuan's back.

On the third night, the group arrived at a sheltered mountain pass. The old man who had been leading the way stopped, took out a sheepskin map, and after locating the location based on the positions of the stars in the sky, said, "This is it."

Zhao Yuan put Yan Zhen down, ordered the soldiers who came with him to set up tents, and discussed with the old man how to dig a tunnel.

Yan Zhen sat in the pitched tent, wrapped in a fox fur, holding a water bag in one hand and a steamed bun in the other.

The steamed buns were frozen solid by the low temperature on the mountain. One bite made your neck choke for miles. Yan Zhen's cheeks ached from chewing before he could barely finish them.

After she had filled her stomach, the soldiers over there had already started digging a tunnel, and Zhao Yuan was helping them.

Yan Zhen rested his chin on his hand and watched them busy at work for a full hour.

After staring at Zhao Yuan for a while, Yan Zhen discovered that Zhao Yuan had a merit that could hardly be called a merit—he was quite diligent and did not put on airs in front of his soldiers.

He did whatever others did, and his soldiers were used to it. Clearly, this was how he usually treated his soldiers.

More than a hundred people were divided into four groups. One group was responsible for keeping watch, while the other three groups took turns working. It took them two days to dig a tunnel that led to the interior of the imperial tomb.

Wrapped in a fox fur coat, Yan Zhen was once again "clamped" up by Zhao Yuan and led into the imperial tomb through the tunnel.

The old man in charge of the survey was quite skilled; this tomb robber's hole led directly to the entrance of the main tomb chamber.

Standing at the entrance to the main burial chamber, one is greeted by a thick stone wall with strange patterns carved on it.

As Yan Zhen turned her head to look around to see if there was a mechanism to activate the stone wall, Zhao Yuan suddenly pulled her over and drew his long sword from his waist.

Yan Zhen was startled and quickly stepped back: "Zhao Yuan, what are you doing?"

Without saying a word, Zhao Yuan forcefully pried her hands open and slashed her fingers with his sword.

The pads of all four fingers were cut open, and the excruciating pain shot straight to Yan Zhen's head, causing him to shudder.

Zhao Yuan acted as if he hadn't seen it, and pulled her hand to squeeze blood into the patterns on the stone wall.

Yan Zhen: "..."

Blood dripped into the lines, spreading rapidly as if it had come alive.

Then, the stone wall in front of them made a "click" sound and slowly opened.

Yan Zhen's eyes widened.

The old man leading the way beamed with joy: "As expected, only the blood of the Tan royal family can open the door to the main tomb chamber!"

Yan Zhen: "..."

So that's why Zhao Yuan brought her here.

Isn't this a case of her shooting herself in the foot?

As the door to the main burial chamber opened, a coffin taller than a person was revealed inside.

Based on the inscription on the coffin, Yan Zhen knew that this was the tomb of Emperor Liang An—the original owner's great-grandfather.

The tomb was equipped with many traps and hidden weapons to prevent tomb robbers, but since everyone used Yan Zhen as the "key" to open the door and enter, the traps in the tomb chamber spontaneously went dormant.

Upon opening the side chambers on both sides, the accompanying soldiers couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

Yan Zhen, clutching her injured hand, was already feeling somewhat depressed. Upon hearing the exclamation, she peeked into the side room and was also stunned.

The large side chamber was filled with glittering gold ingots, a whole bushel of South China Sea pearls, high-quality jade and emerald jewelry, and countless gold and silver artifacts.

My great-grandfather was incredibly wealthy!

No wonder Xie Ying and Tan Xuanmo were able to survive for two years in their previous lives on these things.

Looking at the real gold and silver that could be used immediately after being moved out, and thinking about the main tomb door that could only be opened with the blood of the Tan royal family, as well as the tomb mechanism that fell into a dormant state after the door was opened, Yan Zhen realized that Emperor Liang An was indeed farsighted.

If the Great Liang Dynasty was peaceful and prosperous, the treasures in the tomb would be ordinary burial goods.

If the Liang Dynasty were to face financial difficulties, the items here would be the "reserve funds" that Emperor Liang An prepared for his descendants.

It's just that she got there first in this life.

At Zhao Yuan's command, hundreds of soldiers unpacked the sacks and began packing and moving the burial goods.

Yan Zhen, clutching his injured hand, sat to the side watching them busy themselves.

Zhao Yuan was carrying a bag of gold ingots when he saw Yan Zhen looking dejectedly at the injury on his fingertip. He paused in his tracks.

When he returned, he was carrying a handkerchief.

Zhao Yuan wrapped a handkerchief around Yan Zhen's fingertip and gave her a simple bandage.

After the bandaging was finished, Yan Zhen felt a chill on her wrist. Zhao Yuan had put a large gold and jade bracelet on her wrist.

She looked up at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan, meeting her seemingly displeased and disdainful expression, raised his chin and said, "It's yours."

Yan Zhen gave a forced smile: "You stole my great-grandfather's things and gave them to me, I'll thank you."

Zhao Yuan ignored her sarcasm: "You're welcome."

Then he got up and continued moving things.

Yan Zhen looked at the incredibly extravagant yet incredibly ugly bracelet on her wrist and silently rolled her eyes.

After a night of looting, Zhao Yuan ransacked the tomb of Emperor Liang An.

Sack after sack of items were carried out through the tomb robbers' tunnel, leaving the tomb chamber much emptier.

In the final stages of the project, two soldiers took a liking to the jade inlaid on Emperor Liang's coffin and prepared to pry it off with small knives.

Zhao Yuan glanced subconsciously at Yan Zhen, who was sitting idly to the side, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped the soldiers: "That's enough, don't move the coffin."

The two soldiers immediately stopped what they were doing and went to do other things.

Zhao Yuan strode up to Yan Zhen, intending to carry her on his back.

But considering that her hand was injured and she couldn't cling to his neck like before, he simply bent down, scooped up Yan Zhen's knees with one hand, and lifted her up horizontally along with her fox fur coat.

Once outside the tomb, the air felt noticeably fresher.

Before dawn, the soldiers covered up the tunnel, picked up their sacks, and hurried down the mountain.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Zhao Yuan was about to put Yan Zhen into the carriage.

Yan Zhen recalled the nausea and vomiting he felt when he was jostled around, and immediately clung tightly to Zhao Yuan's neck, refusing to get down: "I may not have done anything great on this trip, but I have certainly put in the effort. My lord, please be merciful and grant me a horse. I want to ride back to Tingzhou!"