Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

Xu Xingguang gazed at the eternally slumbering woman in the coffin, unable to articulate her feelings at this moment.

This was her first time facing her self from the Reincarnation World. Looking at her, Xu Xingguang felt like she was traversing through time, returning to the fifth life, and some distant, vague memories surged in her mind.

She finally remembered the young Emperor she once knew.

He was so handsome.

It was precisely because of his good looks that she felt motivated to help him conquer the world.

However, she truly did not anticipate that her Emperor would actually harbor feelings of admiration for her. Even after her death, he secretly buried her in the Emperor’s Mausoleum of the Divine Hidden Dynasty and placed the Empress Crown on her.

This...

Unexpectedly becoming an Empress, Xu Xingguang felt a subtle change in her mood.

If that Emperor were still alive, she would definitely punch him a few times out of resentment.

I worked like a horse to win your battles, and you damn wanted me to be your Queen.

Does that even make sense?

Unfortunately, the Divine Hidden Crane also passed away.

”Who is she?” Huo Wen’an asked again, already seeing Xu Xingguang’s evasiveness.

But he refused to let Xu Xingguang off easily, determined to get to the bottom of it.

Knowing she couldn’t fool Huo Wen’an, Xu Xingguang rubbed her nose and said, ”National Marshal.”

”National Marshal... ha.” He chuckled, no longer paying attention to Xu Xingguang, but instead moving closer to the Crystal Coffin, carefully examining the National Marshal’s appearance.

With a most radiant and charming face, wielding a sharp and domineering long blade. Fighting the fiercest battles and killing the most enemies, loyal to both the country and the Emperor.

Which Emperor wouldn’t be bewitched?

It’s not Divine Hidden Crane’s fault for not resisting the allure of beauty; blame it on the National Marshal’s irresistible charm.

Huo Wen’an straightened up, glanced back at Xu Xingguang, snorted again, and then descended from the high platform where the Crystal Coffin was placed.

Song Chi was a bit bewildered by Huo Wen’an’s snorts and asked Xu Xingguang, ”What’s got him in such a snit?”

”Jealousy,” Xu Xingguang replied calmly.

”Jealous of whom?” Song Chi asked. ”It’s all dead ancestors here; who’s he jealous of?”

Xu Xingguang also found it amusing, ”Who knows.”

Song Chi always felt there was a transparent barrier enclosing Xu Xingguang and Huo Wen’an, where outsiders could see them clearly but couldn’t hear their conversation.

In short, there was some mystery between them.

Thinking of the legend that finding the tomb of the last reigning Emperor would lead to the super weapon, Song Chi carefully examined the room but found nothing unusual. He then asked Xu Xingguang, ”Boss, where do you think the super weapon is hidden?”

Song Chi was an assassin and not skilled at treasure hunting or exploration. Here, he was just a hitman, going wherever Xu Xingguang directed him.

He didn’t know much else.

Xu Xingguang considered the design of the Nocturnal Palace in her mind, pondering any potential hiding spots. With so many years gone by, her memory of the Nocturnal Palace’s structure wasn’t very clear.

As Xu Xingguang was about to open the design diagram to study it, she heard Huo Wen’an say, ”The item is beneath the mausoleum, or...” he looked towards the outside of the hall, where the lake outside the city was visible, ”or it’s in the lake where we landed.”

Song Chi was skeptical and asked him, ”How do you know?” It was everyone’s first time here, so why did he know so much?

Huo Wen’an couldn’t explain, ”Just a hunch.”

Huo Wen’an’s intuition was as reliable as Xu Xingguang’s grandfather’s.

Song Chi opened his mouth, wanting to retort a few lines to Huo Wen’an, but the words got stuck before he spoke.

Fine, a hunch it is then.

Xu Xingguang stared at Huo Wen’an’s back and the sword in his hand, then looked back at herself in the coffin, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

”Uncle, how do you think we should go underground?”

Huo Wen’an, without turning back, mocked Song Chi: ”It’s everyone’s first time here; how would I know?”

”What about your intuition?”

Huo Wen’an stayed silent.

The three of them left the main hall of the mausoleum and arrived at the fallen swing. Xu Xingguang flipped through the design diagram in her hand. She said, ”There is indeed an underground mausoleum, and its entrance is at the Emperor’s throne.”

She paused, then added, ”The underground mausoleum is also a closed mechanism.” Any Emperor’s Tomb she designed had to be hermetically sealed.

Because the pinnacle of mechanics is closure.

But closures have levels, like the beginner-level closure in the Sacrificial Tower’s seventh layer, where the mechanism’s secret lies in the sound striker hidden within the wall.