“Did you take all the goods inside the grave?” The Village Elder patted his thigh.

Zhao Wuyang nodded embarrassedly.

“That’s terrible…” The Village Elder plopped back down on the chair, his eyes dispirited.

“I lost my peace of mind after digging that tomb. I had nightmares every night where I saw Xiao Mei’s face fly in the sky. I also saw my son with blood all over his face, demanding my life. I spoke about this with an elder in our village. He told me that the tomb belonged to Zhong Wuyan. Although she was a Queen, she never received love from King Xuan of Qi. The King’s favorite concubine Xia Yingchun had even schemed against her, so she killed herself with a heart full of...