"It probably wasn't His Majesty."
Listening to Chang Mao, Lan Yu spoke with a measure of certainty. He shook his head slightly and analyzed the matter with a serious expression. "His Majesty has no reason to do that."
"Besides, if Xiongying had truly still been alive back then and His Majesty had known about it, Xiongying would certainly have remained safely in the imperial palace. He would never have left Yingtian."
At this, both Chang Mao and Chang Sen fell silent.
As they considered the current situation, their brows furrowed tightly. Their hearts were full of confusion, and they truly had no idea what to do next or where to even begin.
"Eldest Uncle."
Chang Sen's eyes suddenly darted about as though he had thought of something. A glimmer flashed through his eyes as he cautiously tested the waters. "Although we can't be certain whether Xiongying is truly alive, one thing is certain: Xiongying's remains are no longer in the mausoleum."
"Should we report this matter to His Majesty?"
However.
The moment he finished speaking, Lan Yu and Chang Mao's gazes shot toward Chang Sen like swords almost simultaneously.
At that moment.
Their eyes were filled with complicated emotions. Put in modern terms, they looked at him as though he were an idiot about to do something incredibly absurd.
"Are you insane, or are you looking to die?"
Lan Yu cursed irritably, his brows knitted together and his face full of frustration at his failure to live up to expectations.
"Sometimes I truly wonder whether you're even my biological younger brother. How can you be this stupid?"
"Today, we sneaked into the Filial Mausoleum, which was already a grave crime, and we even dug open Xiongying's tomb. That is a heinous offense."
"As long as we cover this up now,