The Imperial Mausoleum

"Gentlemen, why do I feel something's a little unusual tonight?"

"Lord Zhi, do you mean it's unusual how easy we've had it tonight?"

"Lord Wei, these thieves move like the wind and understand yin and yang. Few have fallen into our hands. They should have continued searching tonight!"

"Perhaps they need to rest. They've been causing a commotion for quite a few days, after all."

"If I weren't afraid of stirring up so much trouble here at the late emperor's resting place that we couldn't put it right, I'd have those rebels seized and buried in the convicts' graveyard!"

"Catching thieves is a small matter. Offending the late emperor's taboos is a grave one. We mustn't act rashly!"

"Now we've thrown the gates at all four Sima Gates wide open, and instead they've gone off to rest. It infuriates me to death!"

There were many experts searching the Yang Mausoleum, but there were also many court officials guarding it, and they had even laid an ambush.

While they waited for Jin Chang to act, these men could not help feeling a little lonely.

Zhang Xuezhou did not send out his Yang Corporeal Soul and fly to the imperial mausoleum until the middle of the night. He also found the court officials lying in ambush there.

He eavesdropped on them from a distance for quite a while. Eventually, he decided there was little substance to what they were saying and began wandering around.

Thanks to the map in the fragments of the craftsman Zhang Old Gao's memories, Zhang Xuezhou was not entirely unfamiliar with the Yang Mausoleum.

Whenever the actual landscape matched the map, he had a rough point of reference and knew how to enter the mausoleum. But the dim light at night made it difficult for him to see