Chapter 90 of the Ten Scenes Satin

Wen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Zi Yuan, you said you heard the sound of wood and stone shifting, what kind of sound was that?" Zi Yuan said, "It sounded like the hinges of an old wooden door that wouldn't turn smoothly when it was opened or closed."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "Right, before that, it seemed like something landed on the box I was hiding in, and the ground seemed to vibrate when that sound came out."

Wen Yuan listened, thought for a while, and said, "In that case, there's probably some kind of trapdoor mechanism here." As he spoke,

he turned around and scanned the back hall, looking around, and saw only one mahogany box after another. Zi Yuan watched him go back and forth and helped him look around. When she got to the box where she was hiding, she looked up and looked at the wall.

Wen Yuan, seeing this, felt something was amiss and asked, "Zi Yuan, what's wrong?" Zi Yuan replied, "I'm wondering what fell on the box... Look, there's nothing else here, and there weren't any footsteps before you came. It shouldn't have been cleaned up."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan suddenly had a thought and said, "Perhaps it wasn't something, but a person?" Zi Yuan was startled and said, "A person?" Wen Yuan nodded, and with a light leap, landed on the wooden box lid. For someone with exceptional lightness skills, it might be completely silent to others, but Zi Yuan, being inside the box, would naturally notice the sudden movement. Wen Yuan said, "Perhaps someone stood on the boxes and activated the mechanism, causing the central floor of the rear hall to collapse, causing my junior sisters to fall. The ground beneath these boxes must be solid enough to stand on; the people from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect must have activated the mechanism on top of them to prevent them from falling together."

Zi Yuan thought for a moment and said, "That's not right. I also heard many men exclaim in surprise, not just Young Master Han." Wen Yuan paused, saying, "That's very strange." He added, "Regardless, we must first find out if there's a mechanism." He stood on the box, looking up at the layers of stone bricks on the wall, and suddenly noticed a brick about three feet above his head with a few drops of blood on its edge. He thought to himself, "If blood had been spilled during the battle, it shouldn't have reached such a height. Perhaps the person had blood on their hands or was injured, and activated the mechanism here, leaving the mark."

Thinking this, Wen Yuan stood on tiptoe and raised his hand, trying to push the brick, but it wouldn't budge. He pressed and pushed along the edge of the brick, and when he reached the left side, the brick slowly turned in half an inch. Wen Yuan was overjoyed. With a forceful push, the long stone brick suddenly flipped left and right, revealing a gleaming golden side engraved with the character "Emperor."

Suddenly, the floor of the rear hall rumbled, the floor tiles vibrated violently, and then a series of deep clangs followed. A large section of the floor in the center rapidly changed, some sections receding in all directions, others flipping downwards. More than ten pieces in the very center crumbled and fell straight down, suddenly revealing a huge, long octagonal hole in the hall. A cloud of dust rose in the darkness, expanding layer by layer, the deafening roar echoing throughout the underground palace.

Suddenly, Zi Yuan cried out in alarm, her slender figure falling into the hole, the floor beneath her feet vanishing without a trace.

Wen Yuan was shocked and cried out, "Zi Yuan!" He leaped down, the wooden box he had been standing on falling with him. Wen Yuan fell backwards, using the momentum to push off the box, his descent suddenly accelerating. He reached out his right hand and grabbed Zi Yuan's wrist.

However, the two were already in mid-air, and Wen Yuan had nowhere to grab onto. Although he grabbed Zi Yuan, they still fell rapidly. The wind whistled past their ears, extinguishing the tinderbox, and they suddenly plunged into darkness.

The darkness was over in an instant, and the two rushed into a bright spot, where they saw a large area of rubble with several men lying on the ground. Wen Yuan reacted quickly, pulling Zi Yuan into his arms. He circulated his inner energy three times rapidly, focusing his mind on the "Wind Control" technique. Seeing that they were less than ten feet off the ground, he relaxed his inner energy, his body felt lighter, and the downward momentum slowed considerably. He veered off course, straightened his body in mid-air, and kicked hard with his right toe next to a rapidly falling wooden crate, using the force to shift his weight and fly sideways.

As soon as he unleashed the Wind-Riding Technique, he drifted like a falling leaf, smooth and free, effortlessly dissipating the force of his descent. He flew horizontally for over three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and as soon as his toes touched the ground, he leaped forward to reduce the force. Upon landing again, Wen Yuan suddenly felt his right leg go weak, the force of the impact causing a tingling numbness.

He lost his footing and fell forward. Fearing that Zi Yuan might be injured, he quickly rolled over before she even touched the ground, his back to him. With a "thud," Wen Yuan landed on the ground, sliding several feet further. Zi Yuan, however, was completely unharmed, only letting out a startled "Ah!"

Although Wen Yuan was dizzy from the impact, he was relieved that he and Zi Yuan hadn't been seriously injured. He laughed and said, "We're lucky to have survived, we didn't get smashed to pieces." Zi Yuan was still shaken and whispered, "That really scared me to death..." Before she could finish speaking, there was a series of loud bangs and crashes. A pile of wooden crates, along with countless bricks, fell from the sky, smashing them to pieces. Many of the bricks landed on the people on the ground, but they didn't react; they were clearly dead.

The noise subsided, and Wen Yuan slowly sat up, saying, "It seems the mechanism has been found, but something's not quite right. The hole is probably too big; these boxes weren't supposed to fall down." Zi Yuan smiled and said, "We should still be standing up there." Wen Yuan laughed, "In any case, we had to come down to find someone, but the method of coming down wasn't very clever."

He sighed and said, "Han Feizi said, 'He who acts without consulting the authorities is foolish.' I didn't study it carefully first, and hastily moved the mechanism, causing trouble. I'm not just foolish, I'm incredibly foolish." Zi Yuan smiled sweetly and said,

"Confucius said, 'Do not transfer anger to others, and do not repeat the same mistake.' Young Master Wen, you've already achieved not transferring anger to others. As long as you pay attention to not repeating the same mistake, you can be compared to Yan Hui. How can Yan Hui be called foolish?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Yan Hui was quick-witted and eager to learn, able to understand ten things from one. I am far inferior to him and cannot accept that title."

The two stood up, walked to the place where the box had fallen, and looked up. The top was sealed shut, and they didn't know how the floor had been restored.

Looking around, they found themselves in a huge, naturally formed cave. The cave was filled with mechanisms and passageways, and the ceiling was over ten feet high. Several cave passages extended in all directions, and oil lamps hung on the walls, illuminating the cave and casting countless faint shadows in front of and behind the two people.

Wen Yuan pondered, "This underground cave is completely natural, unlike anything that should have been designed for the Changling Mausoleum. It must have been connected separately by the Imperial Mausoleum Bureau." Zi Yuan said, "How can the emperor's mausoleum be allowed to be altered at will?" Wen Yuan said, "I can't figure it out either. No matter how powerful Long Yuqing is, he wouldn't presume to treat the imperial mausoleum as his own. There must be something strange about this." As he spoke, he looked at the remains of wooden boxes at his feet, lost in thought.

Zi Yuan pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Young Master Wen, I have an idea, but I don't know if it's true." Wen Yuan twirled the sword tassel with his finger and said, "Perhaps we have the same idea." Zi Yuan said, "I suspect that this Changling Mausoleum might be fake."

Wen Yuan flicked the sword tassel, nodded, and said, "The entrance to the mausoleum is so obvious, and there are no coffins of the emperor or empress in the middle or rear halls, and these wooden boxes..." He pointed to the ground and said, " "...There were no burial objects inside, and with this cave located beneath the underground palace, it was nothing like the grand appearance of an underground palace." Zi Yuan said, "Exactly, this underground palace is most likely a fake tomb of Emperor Chengzu."

Imperial tombs are naturally heavily guarded to prevent future generations from deliberately invading, robbing treasures, or damaging the body. Others might not even be able to find the underground palace, let alone explore the tomb. Cao Cao is said to have seventy-two suspected tombs, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. The tombs of later emperors also have various legends, with maze stones, hidden arrows, and flying knives, further adding to their mystery. If this place is a fake tomb built by Emperor Chengzu, it is not unfounded. Building a tomb requires a huge amount of manpower and resources, but what is a little extravagance for someone as noble as the emperor? If this place is indeed a fake tomb, and the Imperial Tomb Sect claims it as their own, it would be much more reasonable, and the current emperor would also allow it.

After much deliberation, Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan felt their suspicions were correct. Wen Yuan looked up at the now-closed cave ceiling and said softly, "This place is hidden underground, deep and difficult to reach. Perhaps Uncle Ren is imprisoned here." Zi Yuan asked, "With so many passages, which one should we take?" Wen Yuan replied, "There are several corpses here. They seem to have died recently. If they didn't fall to their deaths from above, they must have been killed in a fight with Junior Sister and the others. Let's search the vicinity first to see if there are any clues left from the battle."

The two walked together through the cave, which had six passageways, each illuminated by an oil lamp. A bullet lay before one of the cave entrances; Wen Yuan picked it up and recognized it as the white wax bullet Yang Xiaojuan had used. Wen Yuan said, "The bullet landed here; we don't know where it came from, or if it fell from a walk." Zi Yuan replied, "Since there's no trace, we'll just have to leave it to fate and choose one at random."

The two then entered the passageway ahead. This passageway was about two zhang high, winding and wide, allowing the two to walk side-by-side. After walking about ten zhang, they came upon another large cave. Connecting to three other passageways, there were five bronze doors on the walls, each arranged separately. In the center of the cave were several stone tables and chairs, around which several men were drinking and laughing. Upon seeing Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan arrive, they all widened their eyes, not on Wen Yuan, but staring intently at Zi Yuan.

Zi Yuan, already stunningly beautiful, was now disheveled. Her upper body was draped in Wen Yuan's robe, which was unharmed, but her legs were only partially covered by the hem of the robe, appearing alluringly glimpsed. Several men in the cave were completely mesmerized; one, so captivated, dropped his wine bowl, shattering it on the ground, spilling wine everywhere.

Although her private parts were covered, being seen by a group of strange men with her bare legs still made Zi Yuan blush with shame, and she took a step back. Before the men could react, Wen Yuan leaped forward, his palms flying, striking here and there, delivering five blows in quick succession, knocking the five men unconscious. These five men, with mediocre martial arts skills, were completely defenseless; they had only caught a glimpse of the beauty and hadn't even had time to harbor lust before being punished on the spot.

Wen Yuan noticed that the five people were dressed identically, with dragon scale patterns on their belts. He paused slightly and said, "They are from the Dragon Palace Sect." Zi Yuan asked curiously, "People from the Dragon Palace Sect, what are they doing here?" Wen Yuan replied, "It seems Long Yuqing invited them to help guard Uncle Ren." He thought to himself, "In that case, Ao Sihai might also be here. My strength hasn't fully recovered, so I must be careful."

Zi Yuan said, "Young Master Wen, there's a door here, it might lead to some room or prison." Wen Yuan said, "Let me take a look." He walked quietly to the first door on the west side, listened intently, but heard no sound. He gently pushed the door open, revealing a stone chamber, neatly furnished with a bed and a table, but empty.

He walked to the second door, and the scene inside was the same. The third room was the same. When he reached the fourth room, Wen Yuan listened intently and faintly heard several groans, clear and melodious, the voices of a young girl.

A man's laughter rang out, saying, "Well? Are you convinced now?" The girl's cries grew more urgent, pleading, "Enough...enough...I really can't take it anymore...ah, ah..." Then

, an old voice said, "Young Master, Miss Luo is supposed to be guarding the wanted criminal with Sect Leader Ao and Mr. Tang. She should go back quickly, in case those people from Jin Guo Zhuang find her..." Suddenly, a muffled thud was heard, like something heavy colliding, followed by the man's loud shout, "Nonsense! What skills do those girls have? Do you think Ao Sihai can't handle them? Even with Little Murong, there's Tang Feidao. Didn't he injure that girl in just a few moves? You old man, who are you worried about rescuing Ren Jianqing? Go away! Don't spoil my fun!" The old man stopped speaking, and only the groans of the girl surnamed Luo could be heard from behind the door.

Wen Yuan heard it clearly and was secretly surprised. He thought to himself, "Ao Sihai is really here. Could that woman surnamed Luo be from the Divine Camel Gang? I only know that Luo Tiansheng has a son, Luo Yingfeng, but I didn't know he had a daughter. However, their martial arts skills should be about the same. Who is Tang Feidao? Xiao Yin fought until her weapon broke. Was it with this person? Who are this man and the old man? Young Master, Young Master, could they be Long Yuqing's son?"

Seeing that he had stopped and was not moving, Zi Yuan knew that he must have heard something strange, so she tiptoed over. Although she lacked martial arts skills and was not as proficient in internal energy as Wen Yuan, her hearing and eyesight were still sharp. She could still hear waves of seductive sounds coming from behind the door. Seeing Wen Yuan listening intently, she couldn't help but feel shy and whispered, "What are you listening to? You're so engrossed in something like this?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback, realizing she had misunderstood. He lowered his voice and said, "They're talking about Uncle Ren."

Upon hearing this, Zi Yuan smiled and said, "I see. No wonder you were so focused."

She turned her face away, smiled slightly, and blushed.

Seeing her shy demeanor, coupled with the wanton sounds coming from behind the door, Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He gently embraced Zi Yuan and whispered, "That woman inside should be guarding Uncle Ren. To find out Uncle Ren's whereabouts, we can try questioning her. Perhaps they'll mention it later." Zi Yuan whispered, "Do you still want to listen?" Although Wen Yuan felt it was too embarrassing for Zi Yuan, this was a crucial clue to finding Ren Jianqing, so he whispered, "I have no choice but to listen."

The two leaned against the door, quietly listening. They heard the girl's cries growing increasingly ecstatic. After several high-pitched moans, she finally fell silent. Zi Yuan heard no more sounds, and Wen Yuan, with his refined internal energy, could only faintly hear a few heavy breaths from the man, mixed with a couple of soft moans from the girl.

They thought the deed was finished in the room, but unexpectedly, they heard the girl cry out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, followed by passionate moans that rose and fell like waves. Held in Wen Yuan's arms, Zi Yuan blushed and her heart pounded as she listened to the sounds of their lovemaking. She turned slightly, her chest pressed against Wen Yuan's, her head resting against his neck, and sighed softly.

She wasn't pulling at her clothes; the robe Wen Yuan had given her didn't cover her chest. At their chests, only Zi Yuan's undergarment and Wen Yuan's thin upper garment were visible. Holding Zi Yuan, inhaling her fragrance, feeling her soft body against his chest, and sensing the softness of her breasts, Wen Yuan couldn't resist and gently kissed her cherry lips.

This kiss stirred their emotions, their tenderness growing, and they paid no attention to the sounds in the room. Fortunately, the man called "Young Master" was completely absorbed in their lovemaking, and the old man didn't say much, so neither of them missed anything important. Wen Yuan gently stroked the back of Zi Yuan's neck with extreme affection, while his other hand slowly massaged her lower back.

Zi Yuan's face flushed crimson, her body tingling with a drunken euphoria. She leaned limply against Wen Yuan's chest, softly saying, "Young Master Wen, I...we can't do anything rash right now." Wen Yuan's heart tightened. "That's true. Zi Yuan and I are in enemy territory; we don't have time for flirting." He then whispered, "Let's both restrain ourselves." Zi Yuan nodded slightly, her shyness overwhelming. Although they said they would restrain themselves, they refused to separate, only ceasing their intimacy and listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the room.

However, the couple inside clearly had no time for anything more serious in the short term. The man kept shouting, and the woman's moans grew increasingly louder. As they listened, they only tightened their embrace. Zi Yuan's mind raced; she felt her breathing quicken and her heart pound. Her ears turned red with embarrassment, and she only hoped that the commotion would end soon.

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