Seeing how concerned Lan Yu was, Zhu Yunteng felt a surge of joy in his heart.
At the very least, his granduncle had been initially persuaded.
Zhu Yunteng cautiously glanced around. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned close to Lan Yu again and lowered his voice, as though afraid that Lu clan's spies might still be lurking nearby. "It's simple. Go to the Filial Mausoleum and dig open my elder brother's grave."
At those words, Lan Yu's eyes flew wide open. He stared fixedly at Zhu Yunteng, as if the person before him were a stranger he had never met before. No—as if a madman stood before him!
At this moment!
Lan Yu's mind went completely blank. He was utterly dumbfounded.
Originally, he had been eagerly awaiting some brilliant method of verification from Zhu Yunteng. Yet what he heard now was that they were to go to the Filial Mausoleum and dig up a grave?
Lan Yu was truly stunned. He even began to wonder whether he had misheard, or whether Zhu Yunteng had actually gone mad.
"You're crazy!"
Lan Yu lowered his voice, but he could not conceal the shock and fury in his tone. "Is it that you don't want your life anymore, or that I don't want mine?"
Lan Yu said irritably.
This time, he truly felt that Zhu Yunteng had lost his mind.
After all, what normal person would think of digging up a grave—especially at the Filial Mausoleum? That was the imperial mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty!
Leaving aside the elite tomb-guarding troops stationed there day and night, with security as tight as iron, even if one truly managed to sneak in, merely approaching with such intentions would already be a grave crime before one even lifted a hand. If they truly