The Young Matriarch
Chapter 861: The Love Letter That Crosses a Thousand Years, Truly Damn Embarrassing

Chapter 861: Chapter 861: The Love Letter That Crosses a Thousand Years, Truly Damn Embarrassing

What’s, what’s going on here?

Xu Xingchen is kneeling to Bai Chuwei? This...

Bai Chuwei looked calm and indifferent, while Xu Xingchen’s face turned from white to red, extremely embarrassed.

Damn, did someone see this?

Zhou Nan’s expression was odd, "Xu junior, although it’s natural to be captivated by beauty, I’ve heard you have a girlfriend, right? Don’t be two-timing."

Xu Xingchen hurriedly got up from the ground, coughing awkwardly.

Two-timing...

Zhou Nan waved his hand and suddenly said, "Quick, come over and help. I heard the study in the tomb has unearthed precious documents, and they are well-preserved. The professors are about to go nuts with excitement."

For the archaeological world, documents are even more important than gold and jade. The written records might possibly change known history.

Bai Chuwei’s eyelid twitched, feeling an ominous premonition...

Leaving Xu Xingchen, the fool, behind, Bai Chuwei strode towards the study in the tomb.

The Great Sheng Dynasty emphasized "serving the dead as serving the living," so the structure of the underground tomb was the same as the palace during the monarch’s life.

Knowing her way around, she stepped into the tomb’s study. A group of professors, wearing reading glasses, were holding a small brush in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other, gazing at the documents in front of them with rapt attention.

Perhaps due to the array set up by thousands of monks, the text was remarkably well-preserved.

When Bai Chuwei saw what Professor Ge was carefully holding with his gloved hands, she nearly exploded!

Damn, she’s about to be publicly shamed again!

The audience in the live stream were more excited than the other, itching to jump out of their screens to see what exactly was written on those yellowed pages.

[Come on, Professor, tell us what’s written on them. I have a feeling it’s another big secret!]

[Oh my god, do we know who the tomb owner is now? Did they leave a name?]

[I have a feeling it’s related to that ’Wei’ person again.]

...

Professor Ge carefully placed the letters on a tray, sighed, and said, "These are all letters the tomb owner wrote to a woman named ’Wei’, very touching."

The news photographer immediately gave the live stream a close-up shot. The nearly billion viewers in the live stream gasped, staring dumbfounded at the letters unearthed from the tomb.

This... this must be hundreds of letters, at least?

All, all addressed to that ’Wei’?

Even modern boys writing love letters to girls can’t usually keep it up for hundreds of letters, let alone an ancient emperor!

—"Recently, I led my ministers on a winter hunt, and I hunted a white bear. You love the color white; I shall make it into a cloak for you."

—"Tonight, the stars are scattered across the sky. I stand atop the observatory, fearing that you will ride the wind and leave."

—"I used to laugh at past monarchs who sought immortality, but now I understand. It is the desire to be with you forever that drives them."

...

Bai Chuwei: "!!!!"

How utterly embarrassing!

The damn emperor actually brought all these letters into his tomb, and they haven’t decayed in the past thousand years.

Bai Chuwei clenched her fists tightly; she had no courage to look at the comments in the live stream anymore.

The girls in the live stream were moved to tears, calling him the epitome of a deeply affectionate ancient man.

Duan Feihan sat at his desk, his face expressionless as he watched the live stream. His long fingers reached out and simply turned off all the comments in the live stream, returning everything to peace and quiet.

Her suitors, from ancient times to now, could probably circle the Earth twice.