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In the Imperial Mausoleum, seeing Zhao Rong leave the main hall without a word and head towards the rear hall, Gui couldn't help but fall into deep thought...
"Zhao Rong."
It couldn't help but call out.
The young Confucian Scholar said nothing, clutching the Jade Token and sachet, and continued forward.
The Purple-clothed Sword Spirit thought for a moment, then said earnestly:
"You wouldn't be planning to indulge yourself before you die, would you?"
The young Confucian Scholar, silent as he moved forward, couldn't help but twitch his lips, paused slightly, shook his head speechlessly, and then continued on.
He passed through a narrow corridor and arrived in front of the sealed rear hall door.
There was a massive stone door here, blocking Zhao Rong's path.
Behind the door, there were faint signs of living beings.
According to the map of the Imperial Mausoleum, the defenseless concubines left behind by the Emperor of Great Li were buried in this sealed tomb chamber.
