"Sir has prepared a plane for you," Bing He said solemnly, "It's already on the way, please wait a moment."
Ye Wanlan nodded. She took a deep breath but found her hands were trembling uncontrollably.
In the history she had seen, Shen Mingshu was imprisoned in chains, humiliated by enemies even before death, unable to rest in peace.
Time is like a river that flows endlessly, never able to return to a specific point in the past.
Ye Wanlan could see and hear, but she couldn't arrange the final resting place for her most respected teacher.
The body of Princess Jingan, Xiang Mingyu, was restored and reburied. What about Shen Mingshu?
"Ah Lan, go quickly," Su Xueqing, understanding Ye Wanlan's seriousness about history and relics, said, "You've already solved the Su family's problems for me, don't worry about me. I'll clean up the remaining matters."
