They had already reached the Filial Mausoleum.
The arrow was on the string; it had to be loosed.
In any case, all preparations had been made before they came.
At Lan Yu's command,
several of his adopted sons behind him did not hesitate. They immediately approached the grave with hoes in hand.
"Xiongying."
"Don't blame your great-uncle."
"Your great-uncle only needs to confirm it. After all, Yunteng was the one who asked for this. If you're still alive, then everyone will rejoice. But if you truly are still in there, please forgive your great-uncle's disrespect."
Lan Yu stared at the tombstone before him, murmuring silently in his heart.
"Eldest Uncle."
"You've really gone mad."
At the side, Chang Sen watched as Lan Yu truly gave the order to dig up the grave, his face filled with terror.
At first,
he truly had no idea why Lan Yu had asked him to transfer away the tomb guards patrolling the Filial Mausoleum. But considering his family's relationship with Lan Yu, he did not think much of it and simply did as he was told. Yet after putting on night clothes that evening, things had begun to feel increasingly wrong.
They were actually digging up a grave!
And it was the grave of the Imperial Eldest Grandson Zhu Xiongying.
If the Emperor found out, even if they did not die, they would lose a layer of skin.
Their official positions and noble titles might all be stripped away. No one could escape it. This time, Chang Sen felt as though he had boarded a pirate ship, with no chance whatsoever of getting off.
Because the moment he transferred away the tomb guards, he could no longer clear himself of suspicion.
If they were discovered, he would be finished too.
"What are you panicking