Chapter 89 of the Ten Scenes Satin

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Passing through the stone gate, there was a downward staircase. Wen Yuan descended to the bottom, where a massive stone wall appeared before him. It had a base of four layers of stone slabs and was constructed of layers of white bricks. The central square brick had been removed, revealing a portal shaped like the Chinese character "圭" (gui).

Wen Yuan surveyed his surroundings, finding nothing amiss, and slowly walked through, thinking, "I wonder how vast this underground palace is. I must proceed with extreme caution as I venture deeper. If I get trapped, it's certain death." Walking alone in the deep, silent tunnel, Wen Yuan felt as if he had entered the underworld. Except for the bricks and stones visible through the firelight, all was darkness.

Although it was the height of summer, the underground was cool, even chilly, and the endless darkness made him uneasy. Wen Yuan ventured alone into this perilous place, not daring to be careless, constantly monitoring his surroundings as he progressed. All was silent except for the sound of Wen Yuan's own footsteps.

After walking for a while, a white marble gate appeared ahead, pure white and lustrous, thick and sturdy, presumably the gate to the underground palace. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "These two palace gates look extremely heavy; they probably won't be easy to open."

He walked to the gate, placed his hands on it, and used his Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. He originally expected that even with all his strength, it might not open easily, but unexpectedly, after only adding seven-tenths of his strength, a crisp metallic scraping sound rang out, and the stone gate, weighing over a thousand pounds, swung open

with a bang. The ease with which the palace gate opened surprised Wen Yuan. Stepping through the doorway, in the firelight, Wen Yuan suddenly glimpsed what appeared to be sharp hidden weapons above, and was startled: "So there's an ambush here!" He reacted quickly, retreating swiftly, and looking up, he couldn't help but chuckle. There were no hidden weapons at all, just a few stalactites formed over time in the bluestone. He turned back to examine the stone gate, and saw that the door hinges were quite thick, but at the joint where the two doors opened, they were only half the thickness of the hinges.

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "So that's how it is! The door hinges are thick enough to withstand the force of opening this heavy door. The door knocker is lighter, making it easier to push. But I wonder if there are any other mechanisms to lock the door?" Seeing that the stone door was solidly built and didn't seem to have any hidden mechanisms, and that there was a horizontal groove on the ground behind the door, there were no other unusual features.

His knowledge of civil engineering was limited, and it wasn't his area of interest, so he didn't dwell on it and continued walking forward. After passing through a relatively spacious area, he soon encountered another identical white marble door. Just as Wen Yuan was about to open it, the firelight illuminated something on the ground that seemed to be glittering. Wen Yuan bent down to examine it and found a broken short sword; the upper half of the blade was missing. Wen Yuan examined the broken sword closely and was startled, realizing something was wrong. He thought, "Isn't this Xiao Yin's sword?"

He picked up the broken sword and examined it carefully. It was indeed the short sword used by Xiao Murong. The break was uneven, as if it had been broken by a heavy weapon or by internal force, not by a precious sword. Seeing Xiao Murong's broken weapon, Wen Yuan felt a chill.

He thought, "Could they have been ambushed here?" Worried, he looked around by the firelight. Sure enough, there were many signs of a struggle on the wall, some cut by weapons, some bloodstains, and a sharp stone in the corner, which was Shi Niangzi's throwing weapon. Wen Yuan grew increasingly alarmed, thinking to himself, "Could it be Huang Zhonggui guarding this place? But the one who cut Xiao Yin's weapon was definitely not the Taiyin Blade technique. Does that mean the Huangling Sect has other experts? Or perhaps the Huangling Sect is relying on its numbers and has sent a large group of disciples to besiege her? I wonder if Master Shi and the others are safe?"

Thinking of Hua Xuan, Xiao Murong, and the others, whose safety was unknown, and with Zi Yuan, who was unfamiliar with martial arts, among them, Wen Yuan was extremely anxious. He thought, "If it weren't for Long Yuqing's attack, Zi Yuan should have stayed at the inn. Alas, she's a weak woman; what if she really encounters danger?" Thinking of this, Wen Yuan became even more uneasy. Just as he was about to push open the door, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Master Shi and the others must have passed through here. Why did they close the stone door? There are corpses of Huangling Sect members outside the Minglou, so it naturally cannot conceal their infiltration here. If the stone door is closed, wouldn't it be even more difficult to retreat in time if the situation becomes unfavorable?" Thinking of this, Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "

So the Imperial Mausoleum Sect has closed the door again to prevent outsiders. Hmm, this stone door should have another way of locking it, but the Imperial Mausoleum Sect wants to capture us all in the underground palace, so they deliberately left it unobstructed. The sound when the stone door opened was too loud, and in this completely silent underground, it was a warning signal to the Imperial Mausoleum Sect that enemies had invaded. The door I opened earlier was far away from here, and with this door blocking the sound, it probably didn't reach behind the door, so I shouldn't have been discovered yet. But with this door open, it's hard to say."

Now that he had ventured deep into the underground palace, Wen Yuan naturally wouldn't turn back easily. He thought to himself, "Even if this Changling Underground Palace is a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, I have to venture in." He immediately pressed his palms against the door, released his inner energy, and another series of loud noises rang out, and the stone door opened wide. Wen Yuan slowly stepped through the door, and in the firelight, he saw that what lay ahead was no longer a tunnel, but a tall, spacious, and magnificent hall.

Wen Yuan held up a tinderbox for illumination and saw two white jade thrones in the hall, each with an offering table and a large blue-and-white porcelain jar

with cloud patterns in front of it. Apart from that, there was almost nothing else; the vast hall seemed empty and desolate, the quiet underground space particularly bleak. Wen Yuan walked forward and looked into one of the jars. It was filled about seven-tenths full with fragrant oil, the eternal lamps lit in the underground palace. Wen Yuan lit both jars with the tinderbox, and the hall instantly became brightly lit. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Since the death of Emperor Chengzu, even two full jars of lamp oil should have burned out by now. This lamp oil must have been added by the Imperial Mausoleum Faction themselves." Suddenly, a doubt arose in his mind: "The Imperial Mausoleum Faction bears the heavy responsibility of guarding the mausoleum, so why would they imprison someone here?"

Since receiving the news that Ren Jianqing was imprisoned in the Changling Underground Palace, he had been engaged in a fierce battle and had been traveling without stopping. Now that he had actually entered the underground palace, he felt even more suspicious: "How can one enter the emperor's mausoleum at will?

Could it be that the Imperial Mausoleum Faction has treated the underground palace as their own territory, coming and going as they please? How could the emperor allow them to do whatever they want in the resting place of their ancestors?"

Wen Yuan was puzzled, but his immediate priority was to find Lady Shi and the others, as well as Ren Jianqing, and he really had no time to think about it in detail.

The hall was brightly lit, and the surroundings were clearly visible. Wen Yuan looked around and became increasingly alarmed. He saw numerous signs of a struggle on the walls and floor, a deep gash on the throne to the left, and a shallow handprint on an offering table, without any cracks—a result of an extremely subtle and powerful palm strike. Looking at the handprint, Wen Yuan was secretly astonished: "To leave such a clear handprint on wood without cracking the table, the attacker's skill is extraordinary. Huang Zhonggui's internal energy leans towards the cold and domineering; this palm strike might not have been his. Who could have done it?"

Since the hall was empty, Wen Yuan felt there was no point in lingering and decided to continue searching. However, there were stone doors on both sides of the hall, and the end beyond the reach of the light was uncertain; he wondered if there was another path. Faced with three paths, Wen Yuan hesitated, then thought, "Since Master Shi and the others are fighting here, why haven't they lit these two large lamps? They must have fought their way in from outside. The hall wasn't lit to begin with, and the torches alone wouldn't illuminate the stone doors on either side. In the midst of the fierce battle, they naturally wouldn't be looking for other exits; they'd just keep moving forward. So I'll just go forward too."

Having figured this out, Wen Yuan relit the torches and hurried forward. Sure enough, there was another stone door at the end. Wen Yuan pushed open the door, and before him lay the rear hall of the underground palace. This rear hall was smaller than the previous central hall, with about twenty large red wooden boxes scattered haphazardly, and nothing else. This was the end of the central path of the underground palace, yet there was only a pile of wooden boxes, no imperial coffins, and looking around the hall, there was no one else in sight.

Wen Yuan was quite surprised to find the rear hall so furnished. He was even more disappointed to see no one there, muttering to himself, "Emperor Chengzu was once so powerful, how could his bedchamber be so casual?" Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "If the coffin isn't here, where could it be? Could there be a secret passage leading forward?"

Just as he was about to step forward, he heard a soft female voice calling out, "Young Master Wen, is that Young Master Wen?" Upon hearing this voice, Wen Yuan felt a jolt, both surprised and delighted, and exclaimed, "Zi Yuan, Zi Yuan, you...you're here?" He turned left and right, but he was still alone in the hall. He paused, then noticed a wooden box vibrating, as if someone was hiding inside, unable to emerge.

Wen Yuan rushed over, forcefully lifted the lid of the box, and looked down to see a refined and beautiful face. Her clear eyes shone with excitement; it was Zi Yuan, the one he had been most worried about. As soon as the box was open, Zi Yuan threw herself into Wen Yuan's arms, crying out repeatedly, "Young Master Wen, you've finally come! I...I thought...I would never see you again!" Her voice was slightly choked with emotion, and her body trembled gently, clearly overwhelmed with excitement.

In this deep underground palace, the first person he saw was Zi Yuan, the one he had been most worried about. Wen Yuan felt a wave of relief wash over him, and joy welled up within him. He gently patted Zi Yuan's shoulder and said softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! I'm here, can't you see me?" In truth, he himself was also relieved. Being able to ensure Zi Yuan's safety was a great relief to him, and the firewood in his hand fell to the ground.

Overjoyed, Wen Yuan suddenly felt a soft, smooth texture on his palm. He realized Zi Yuan's shoulders were bare. Startled, he looked closer and was horrified to discover she wasn't wearing an outer garment, only a bodice. He hadn't noticed before, but now, realizing this, Wen Yuan was utterly bewildered. His body stiffened instantly, and he dared not move, as if turned to stone or wood.

Zi Yuan, regaining her senses, saw Wen Yuan staring at her blankly. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she remained nestled against his chest, as if afraid that if she left, she would never see him again. She parted her cherry lips and whispered, "My clothes have been torn."

Just then, the tinderbox on the ground went out, plunging the inner hall into darkness.

Wen Yuan seemed to wake from a dream, exclaiming "Ah!" He hurriedly lit another tinderbox and asked, "Were they from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect? What did they do to you?" Zi Yuan whispered, "That's all. Luckily, Miss Shi saved me in time." She said it casually, but Wen Yuan's heart tightened. He knew that someone from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect had ill intentions and wanted to assault Zi Yuan, and that the situation was extremely dangerous. Ziyuan continued, "There was a chaotic battle then, and Yinmei told me to hide in the box to avoid being captured again." Wenyuan held Ziyuan's hands and said softly, "You must have had a hard time."

Ziyuan said softly, "I should say I dragged Shi and the others down with me. I was hiding in the box when I heard the sounds of fighting outside, then suddenly a scream, like the sound of something falling off wood or stone, and then it became quiet. I wanted to come out, but I couldn't open the box from the inside." Wenyuan was taken aback and said, "So, Senior Brother Han and Junior Sister are missing?" Ziyuan nodded and said softly, "Young Master Wen, what should we do now?"

Wenyuan said, "I haven't explored the entire underground palace yet. Let's go explore some more." As he spoke, he saw Ziyuan, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around and said softly, "Ziyuan, you can wear my outer robe first."

He then began to take off his robe. Ziyuan blushed and responded, lowering her head shyly, feeling very embarrassed.

Although the two were mutually attracted and almost ready to consummate their relationship, Wen Yuan hadn't truly seen Zi Yuan's body before. Now, compared to the grassy bank by the stream that day, Zi Yuan was no longer covered by her gauze dress. Her fair legs were nervously closed, and most of her delicate body was exposed to Wen Yuan. How could Wen Yuan not have lustful thoughts? Seeing Zi Yuan's shy expression, his heart fluttered even more. Removing the outer robe was extremely difficult; if he lost control, he might end up taking off much more than just that.

Finally, the outer robe was removed, and Wen Yuan draped it over Zi Yuan's shoulders. Zi Yuan gently pulled it and whispered, "Thank you."

Her expression was both shy and timid, arousing a strong sense of pity. Wen Yuan was only wearing a thin shirt, and felt the chill in the underground palace even more. Fortunately, his internal strength was exceptional, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. He immediately said, "Let's go find Master Shi and the others."

Zi Yuan nodded and asked, "But how do we start looking?"

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