Chapter 1

Princesss relics

The weather forecast said it would rain.

But Cui Yi only felt that the moisture on her body was evaporating, and the heat made her breathless.

The phone was squeezed so hot that it was still constantly called in. She pressed her forehead weakly and let the phone buzz.

"Cui Yi, the boss wants you to go." A woman poked her head in, and her tone was not sure whether it was sneer or sarcasm. A pair of beautiful eyes with carefully painted eyes glanced at Cui Yi and smiled secretly.

In this magnificent office building, Cui Yong is just a low-level agent who manages a small star on the 18th line. To put it bluntly, she is just an assistant to a small star. Her life and death and wealth are all in the hands of the boss and the artist.

Pushing open the ornate wooden door, a fat man sat behind the desk. He was holding not a pen, but the power of life and death of the workers in the building.

"Cui Yong, I am so disappointed in you!"

The expected storm was coming. Cui Yong ignored her ears, as if she could not hear the presidents sharp scolding. She tried to focus her eyes on the wrinkles on his white shirt, but her eyes slowly turned red.

"What can you do? I asked you to watch Wang Zhuo, not to sleep with him. Even if you sleep with him, its better than him looking for wild models everywhere! Now hes photographed by paparazzi going in and out of nightclubs, and his face is so clear that it can be used as a poster! What else can you see? A little star kept by a rich woman. Ha, people in the industry know that Wang Zhuo is an artist, but those who dont know him think hes a prostitute!"

"Dont think that you can get to the top by participating in a talent show for Chinese good men. Who is he? Cui Shan, Im telling you now, we cant support such a little star. Im giving you the termination letter now, and you can talk to Wang Zhuo yourself."

President Xu Shan threw out a stack of white paper, as if waving a verdict, "And you, Cui Shan, think carefully about whether you are suitable to be a manager. Ill give you a month."

"Yes, President Xu." Cui Shan picked up the termination letter and turned to leave the office. She went to the companys front desk to fill out the mailing form, mailed the termination letter to Wang Zhuos home, and went back to her desk to pack up her things.

The woman who had just spoken came over and said, "As a person, you should not be so arrogant. You should always leave yourself a way out. If you hadnt been so full of yourself at the beginning, you wouldnt be so ugly now, dont you think so?"

Cui Yi looked at her coldly, "Shu Jie, did your sweetheart Liu Haina pass the audition?"

Her words touched Shu Jies sore spot. Everyone knows that Liu Haina is a young model and can only be a vase.

"Okay, Shu Jie, you should say less." Hai Qing came over to smooth things over. "If you ask me, its not Cui Yis fault. Its Wang Zhuos fault for having such a temper. You can go out and relax, just take it as a holiday."

"Tsk, youre afraid that others dont know your bad temper." Shu Jie pursed her lips, glared at Hai Qing, turned around and walked away, her high heels clacking rhythmically on the ground.

Cui Yong also packed her bag at this time. She glanced at Hai Qing and said, "If you are envious, you can let Guan Shan take a holiday as well, so that we can relax together." The holiday for agents and artists means no work. Without work, their popularity will decline, or even be hidden. Hai Qings expression became ugly when she heard this.

Until she walked out of the building, Cui Yong stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus. The heavy rain poured down without any warning, and the water droplets wet her skirt, and the hazy water vapor was in front of her eyes.

It turns out that the weather forecast will not lie.

Cui Yong returned home soaking wet, sank her whole body into the bathtub, and spit out a few bubbles.

The next day she booked a flight to the west for a spontaneous trip.

Muge is an ancient city that has been forgotten for thousands of years. It was discovered ten years ago and has become the best-preserved ancient city in the Qin and Zhou dynasties, attracting batches of tourists. Cui Yong stayed in an antique inn located in the outer circle of the ancient city. Since it was the off-season, there were not many residents.

Cui Yong wore an embroidered floral dress, which set off the scenery. She was walking alone on the stone-paved path, and her eyes suddenly stopped at a small stall. When the shopkeeper saw someone stopping, he praised his goods to the sky.

Cui Yong also knew that there would not be any real things in such a small place, but she couldnt help but pick up a hairpin. The quality was really not good. At first glance, I thought it was plastic, but the design was exquisite, and the hairpin was full of hollow patterns.

"Miss, you have good taste. This is real Hetian jade, which is most suitable for a beautiful and elegant person like you." The vendors mouth was like greased. Cui Yong thought about it and shook her head and prepared to put it down.

"Miss, please dont buy it if you like it. Its not expensive. Ill give you another bracelet." Cui Yi was annoyed after being pestered again and again. She paid for the hairpin and put it on her head casually.

She later realized that fate was never controlled by people, and the gears of fate had already turned.

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The room was filled with the fragrance of medicine, and the dim curtains blocked the sunlight. It was like a shielded and abandoned world. Only the occasional cough of the person on the bed was a little lively.

In contrast to the room, there was a lively noise outside. There were people laughing, talking, and the music of gongs, drums, and suona. To her ears, all of this was only a harsh buzz.

Someone pushed the door open and came in, and then the lively voices seemed to be cut off at once, and a pair of hands lifted up her thin shoulders, "Your Highness, can you hear me?"

"Sister, my sister is getting married today, I am here to serve tea to you." A touch of red floated in front of her, and then her lips touched the edge of the cup, but the person did not give her the drink, and left after taking a dip.

"Bah, what wedding, Your Highness is still here, how can the prince consort marry another woman! You bitch...ah!" Someone jumped out to speak, and the voice sounded like her confidant maid Yuhe, but she was quickly covered and dragged away.

"A servant dares to disobey the master, how bold! Our lady is the dignified wife of Boyang Marquis!" She could feel the movement in front of her, and her eyes were already sore that she couldnt shed tears.

The voice gradually faded away. The wife of the Hou family probably felt bored. Before leaving, Chen Feng looked back at the lifeless woman on the bed and sneered, "What a noble lady, now she is just an old woman waiting to die because she is not liked by her husbands family. Lets go!"

Everyone left. She lost her support and fell on the edge of the bed. The room became cold again, like a hell that was only meant to lock her up.

I hate it so much, I hate it so much! What vows of love are all in vain, what single-mindedness is all conspiracy!

She opened her empty eyes and stretched out her hands in vain. Her skinny hands seemed to want to grab something, but they finally slipped down weakly, and the last drop of turbid tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

I finally broke my promise. Im sorry, there is no way to wait for you.

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Cui Yi suddenly sat up in shock. It was still dark, and her face was already full of tears.

Her eyes fell on the jade hairpin on the bedside. It actually emitted a faint green light at night. She was almost certain that it was the relic of the woman in her dream just now. For some reason, it ended up in her hands.

The next day, when she went to the stall again, she specifically asked about the origin of the jade hairpin, but did not get any useful clues. In the following days, the quality of the jade hairpin became better and better. Now it looked like a precious jade. Cui Yi did not dare to wear it out openly.

She also tried to drip blood on it, but there was no reaction. In addition to making her sleep peacefully, there was no other effect. Cui Yi was relieved.

Less than two weeks later, Cui Yi suddenly received a call from Xu Shan, saying that he had changed his mind. The company had a few new people, and asked her to go back and find a belt. Cui Yi had to cancel the original plan and hurriedly booked a flight back to the city.

There is a royal tomb outside Muge City. Judging from the specifications and burial objects, it is a princess of the imperial lineage during the Qin and Zhou dynasties. When it was excavated together with Muge City, a living burial sculpture stood in front of the tomb of the princess. In ancient times, people were sealed alive in clay sculptures to accompany the deceased.

But the strange thing is that this sculpture is not a slave, but a general in armor, kneeling on one knee with his back to the tomb door. From the perspective of etiquette, this is inappropriate in a princesss tomb and has never appeared in history.

Experts also expressed curiosity about this living burial person, but there is no intact document left in the tomb to confirm her identity, but the identity of the princess can be confirmed. She is the eldest princess of the Qin and Zhou Emperor Wen period. She died of illness at the age of 25 and was buried in Muge, her fiefdom.

From the historical books, this princess was already married, but after her death, she did not enter her husbands cemetery or the 18 tombs of Qin and Zhou. The sudden appearance of the general clay sculpture here inevitably makes people have some erotic fantasies.

More than a thousand years ago, there was a general who was loyal to his master and volunteered to accompany the princess in the underworld, yet never overstepped his authority until his death.