Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 153: It Really Exists!_1

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: It Really Exists!_1

Emperor Kang was famous and said to be of great research value, but his reign was the shortest, yet the most extravagant and mysterious.

Some people even believe that his dynasty never existed.

Others speculated that they might have been aliens who took a brief tour and left, destroying the culture of their time to avoid influencing the human progression after they had their fill of fun.

That’s why there are no accurate records in the historical books, and it was even attributed to another dynasty.

In the long river of history, not every node is accurately documented.

Some are beyond the realm of verification.

Just like the Liang Dynasty.

Song Liang took Asheng for a walk, while Old Mr. Lin and Old Mr. Hu struggled with all their willpower to contain their excitement.

Song Yunuan said to Song Liang, "Dad, Grandpa Hu, Grandpa Lin, and I are going to the library to look for some materials. You take Asheng home first."

Asheng immediately ran over, forcefully stuffing his little hand into his sister’s, "Sister, I want to go to the library too. I promise not to disturb you. I’ll sit quietly in the corner without saying a word, I’ll be good."

Song Yunuan, seeing the little guy full of energy, nodded in agreement to take him along for the experience.

The small car dropped Song Liang off at the guesthouse, then the car headed towards the provincial library.

Outside the guesthouse, Song Liang helplessly scratched his head.

He felt like he couldn’t quite reach into his daughter’s world.

He returned to his room to double-check the goods he had acquired.

Considering the rainy season was approaching, he pondered whether to stock up on more raincoats.

They had enough money.

This time, the large sandals were priced at one yuan and fifty, the small ones at eighty cents; arranged together, they looked quite attractive.

Nowadays, whether an adult or a child, owning a new pair of shoes meant they could strut around and show off.

Song Liang didn’t stock up too much, as people nowadays conserved when it came to clothing and footwear.

Like plastic sandals, if they broke, you could just heat up a metal plate to press and stick the ends together, and continue wearing them—nobody would ridicule anyone for that.

And besides, this quantity was acceptable.

Song Liang took note of each item, making sure to account for the money as well.

He would have to report back to the chief financial officer—his mother—upon his return.

He felt his daughter was on to something big, so he couldn’t let her worry about these concerns.

Song Yunuan and her group quickly reached the provincial library.

They entered through the back door.

The section they visited was not open to the public, a storage room for books and materials.

Song Yunuan searched for materials with a specific objective in mind.

Having gathered the relevant materials, she sat down at a large desk and began working backward from the data she already knew, with a blank sheet of paper in front of her.

The original site of discovery was over fifty kilometers from the provincial capital, in a place called Shitou Town.

Shitou Town used to be known as Xiama Small Town.

It was renamed Shitou Town after the establishment of the new nation.

However, the tomb was not in Shitou Town itself but beneath a mound to the west of Shitou Town.

The world had changed dramatically.

The area, which had surely altered its appearance from the initial, was now covered with various kinds of trees.

Emperor Kang’s tomb was located underneath a large locust tree.

How it was discovered, how it was excavated, through what channels it was sold, and who profited from it was said to have no leads at all.

But now they were free of those worries.

Before leaving, they found Little Asheng plenty of pictorials and comic books.

Under the bright light, the little guy sat in a chair, swinging his legs diligently as he read earnestly.

Meanwhile, the three of them were engaged in a heated discussion.

Under the subtle guidance of Song Yunuan, the scope was gradually narrowed down, finally concentering on the western part of Shitou Town.

Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin had not expected Song Yunuan to be able to quote the classics with such ease.

What had seemed utterly impossible was gradually becoming real.

Having guided them to this point, Song Yunuan put down her pencil and said, "Let’s stop here for today. It’s getting late. Grandpa Lin, Grandpa Hu, you should rest well. I suggest we set off for this place tomorrow morning."

Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin couldn’t sleep a wink.

Their eyes were wide open, staring at the papers on the table, still continuously shocked inside.

Especially Old Mr. Lin, his fingers trembling slightly, the results he inferred were almost indisputably close to what Song Yunuan had estimated – to be convincing, one must present clear and rational arguments.

And that’s exactly what Song Yunuan did.

She had historical evidence to support her claims, and landmarks that had stood for nearly a thousand years around.

Even the horse-tying posts that had withstood the test of time, unafraid of wind and frost, despite a thousand years.

If this was true...

After sending Song Yunuan and her brother back to the guest house, Song Liang was still waiting in the hall.

Little Asheng was holding a pile of picture books and comic books, all gifts for him.

Song Yunuan, leading her little brother and yawning, returned to her room.

Song Liang exchanged a few words with Old Mr. Hu before he finally left for the library.

But Song Yunuan slept soundly through the night.

When she awoke, Asheng was already up, his small blanket neatly folded on his bed, and he had even squeezed toothpaste onto Song Yunuan’s toothbrush.

Seeing Song Yunuan open her eyes, he first cupped his face with his hands, wiggling his little bottom, and then he began to sing, "Little Erlang with the backpack on, marching to school without a frown, not afraid of sunshine’s beam, nor the raging wind and rain’s extreme..."

His childlike voice was tender, and the kid adorably cute – any traces of Song Yunuan’s sleepiness vanished in a poof.

Truly, she was happy to take Little Asheng anywhere she went.

Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin were waiting downstairs in the dining hall.

Old Mr. Lin seemed listless, sitting there as if heavy with thoughts.

After escorting the siblings back the day before, they had talked a bit more, and not wanting to waste time, they each headed home to rest.

In the morning, a sedan picked them up, fetching Old Mr. Hu first and then heading to Old Master Lin’s home.

From the moment he saw Old Master Lin, Old Mr. Hu felt that something was off, noticing his somewhat absent-minded appearance.

He thought Old Mr. Lin had not rested well.

Turning to Old Mr. Lin, he said, "Old Lin, we’re not young anymore, we can’t overexert ourselves. Are you feeling unwell?"

At that time, it was just the two of them at the table, Song Liang had gone to the service counter to get pickles.

Not many people were staying at the guest house.

Then they had breakfast in the adjacent private room.

Old Mr. Lin’s lips moved slightly – he really wanted to tell his old friend about the dream he’d had the night before.

In the dream, villagers reported to them about an old scholar tree next to what seemed to be an ancient tomb.

They rushed over in a hurry, only to find that the tomb had been emptied.

And because it had rained, the inside was filled with murky yellow rainwater, floating with weeds and branches.

Eventually, after pumping out the water, they pieced together from the smashed stele that this could very well be the tomb of Emperor Kang of the Liang Dynasty, which was a legend in these lands.

For this plot of land had once seen over a dozen different dynasties.

In the end, they confirmed it was Emperor Kang’s grave, but it was utterly empty.

It seemed that in order to keep the information secret, anything movable had been taken away, and anything that could be broken had been destroyed.

In the dream, he was so emotionally stirred that he could never awake again.

For an old man, that feeling wasn’t very comforting.

Old Mr. Hu, unaware of Old Mr. Lin’s thoughts, still looked at him with concern.

Just then, a vibrant Song Yunuan walked into the private room, hand in hand with the cheerfully smiling Little Asheng.