C2 Earthquake

Old Xu rubbed his eyes and chuckled, "There are so many antiques and historical books in the museum that have not been recorded in history. Haven't you heard of any of them?"

"That's true." Yan Hongye nodded. Her bright and clear eyes suddenly returned to the book. It seemed that the book had been preserved perfectly ever since it was left behind. Even if it was a bit rotten, there were still some pages in front that could be read.

Flipping the page open, he saw rows and rows of small, upright words written on the slightly old and yellowed pages.

It was unknown why, but when Yan Hongye saw the words "Ziqi Dynasty" on the first page, she felt as if her entire soul had been attracted there, causing an inexplicably strong sense of curiosity to well up.

There was a note left behind by a modern archaeologist on the first page.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was an extremely hidden land country outside of the mainland of China. The entire country had a total of two thousand years of history, and the actual history did not record anything, because the continent sank into the ocean during the Ming and Qing dynasties, which was now three hundred years away. All the records of this country were also gradually sealed, and this book was the only incomplete piece of wild history that was found.

Ziqi, imprint, meaning the same, meaning filaments, can be dyed in all kinds of colors; Qi, meaning grand.

It was not hard to understand that in this mysterious country that was not recorded in history, the citizens of the entire country mainly lived by dyeing and clothing, and everything else was subordinate to their businesses. From the imperial family of the Ziqi to the commoners, the clothes they wore were extremely gorgeous, and the emperor who founded the country, Helian Hong …

"..."

Yan Hongye was like a primary school student as she read through the ancient texts of the Ziqi with a serious expression.

Three hours later, dusk approached. Old Xu saw that she was too busy reading in the stands on the first floor of the museum. He smiled helplessly as he took out two lunchboxes and went to a canteen on the street in front of the museum to get some food.

Yan Hongye didn't know when Old Xu had left, but her eyes were glued to the old history book in her hands.

Until, during the year of Emperor Heng, who had flipped to the nine hundred years old of the Ziqi, his eyes came into contact with the three words "Young Sovereign King Helian Jue", which were at his peak, and for some reason, the birthmark on his collarbone had begun to burn faintly.

"Helian Jue …" Yan Hongye softly muttered the name. It didn't seem to have any difference. The birthmark was getting hotter and hotter. She hadn't noticed it at all. It wasn't until she saw Emperor Heng's seven years of records …

Emperor Heng, seven years. With the arrival of spring, Consort Yan's soul had been shattered for seven days, and she had come back from the dead.

After that, he was specially doted upon by the Emperor for a few months. He spent every night on the Dragon Couch, collected all three thousand favors, and once the nation of West Yue was destroyed, Consort Yan lost her favour, bestowed arsenic white silk, and sent to the Cold Palace …

Everything stopped there, and all the history of Ziqi only stopped here, and everything that came after, was either corruption or destruction. There was not a single word to be seen, and only the final diagram, showed a round, hollow jade pendant shaped object that attracted Yan Hongye's attention.

Because she left the orphanage after 18 years old, she started to work on her own to maintain her livelihood. Because she left after 18 years old, she started to work on her own to maintain her life after leaving the orphanage after 18 years old.

Yan Hongye raised her eyes, startled, and as if she had seen a ghost, she immediately threw away the book in her hands. She wanted to scream out loud, but suddenly found that she couldn't utter a single word as if someone had grabbed her throat.

The surroundings started to shake violently. One by one, the antiques started to roll out of the cabinet. Only the round jade that was emitting a bright light gradually rose up as if it was summoning something.

"Help …" Yan Hongye screamed in panic before she was buried by the cabinet that had fallen behind her.

As he felt an intense pain behind him and his consciousness completely returned to darkness, he seemed to hear the voice of a man who was extremely familiar with but also extremely shocking to him.

He was whispering a line she had heard a thousand times —

"Tears that have traveled through thousands of years can only be seen in my dreams. I really want to see you again, even if it's just one time …"

"..." Everything was finally dark.