Where was Princess Pingyang Zhao buried?
Shen Le could only turn his head and look around, hoping some professor might give him a hint.
The people in this cave probably represented half the finest minds in Chang'an's archaeological world. If anyone could provide an answer, they would most likely be among them—unfortunately, all he got was a chorus of headshakes.
"There was no record in the official histories."
"There's no record of where her husband, Chai Shao, was buried either—nor do we know whether they were buried together."
"At Xian Mausoleum, Li Yuan's tomb, none of the excavated satellite tombs nearby have turned out to be Princess Pingyang's."
"Not near Zhao Mausoleum either—though theoretically, she should not have been buried alongside Zhao Mausoleum. Xian Mausoleum is the more likely possibility."
"Nothing has been found near Lady Pass either. Ahem, perhaps the Lady Pass Hydropower Station has more authority to speak on this matter than we do?"
"So you're saying the Trisolarans took her away?"
A voice drifted faintly from the crowd. Everyone laughed. An elderly professor was bent over, closely examining the glaze on a terracotta warhorse. Hearing that, he hurriedly turned his head, narrowly avoiding spraying the figurine with saliva.
"What—what kind of thing is that to say?!"
Still, even if they did not know where the tomb was located, with so many archaeological experts present, they naturally had some understanding of tomb site selection.
Even Shen Le, who had never studied classics of funerary feng shui such as the Book of Burial, the Azure Satchel Classic, or the Dragon-Shaking Classic, instinctively knew:
"Who would build a tomb beside a pool, in the middle of a cliff face? This isn't Ghost Blows Out the Light, where they have to come up with all kinds of bizarre, strange tombs!"
That