"I can arrange accommodation for the archaeological team in South City."
Qiao Si looked at the two sly old professors and said.
"Actually, there's no rush to translate the ancient texts, and there's no hurry to enter the tomb either. Maybe it's time to take a couple of days off."
Vice President Li immediately changed his tune.
"Sometimes, a proper balance between work and rest is beneficial for future work. Xiao Xiao, you can take this weekend off."
Professor Chen replied with a chuckle.
Qiao Si: "..."
Five years later, in the Nan City Museum, a five-year-old boy held the hand of a two-year-old girl as they stood in front of a giant Crystal Coffin.
"Uncle, this elder sister looks just like your sister, my mom."
Qiao Niannian looked at the woman in the Crystal Coffin, dressed in a luxurious Dragon Robe. The woman had her eyes closed, with a peaceful demeanor as if she were merely asleep.
"She is your mom."
