She amazed the world after the divorce

Chapter 3349 Shen Tianyu 749

As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, Qin Heng hurriedly put on his clothes, washed up quickly, and ran to knock on Su Hua's door.

Su Hua opened the door.

With a shout of "Good morning, Second Grandma," Qin Heng strode quickly to Yan Yan's bedside.

Yan Yan is still asleep.

She was in pain all over her body last night. It was probably because the medicine Shen Tianyu prescribed was fighting against the evil energy in her body. The strange pain tormented her and kept her from sleeping.

Qin Heng slowed his breathing.

I was afraid of disturbing her.

He stood quietly by the bed, looking down at her pale face. Her long eyelashes drooped like shadows, her eye sockets were slightly deep, her nose was delicate and high, and her lips were gradually regaining some color than last night.

The eerie black handprint on his face had faded to just a thin layer.

Like a shadow blurred in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Even when she's asleep, she exudes a melancholic and serene aura.

His heart inexplicably began to clench again.

The scene seemed strangely familiar; she was ill, and he came to see her early in the morning, standing quietly by her bedside, gazing at her.

But he clearly remembered that it was neither this life nor a previous life.

But he couldn't recall what her surname was, what her name was, or what her status was when he was known as the Prince Heng.

He couldn't recall what had happened between him and her in that lifetime, or what entanglement or grudge they had with the tomb ghost. Why was Yan Yan beaten so badly when she went into the tomb? Why was the tomb ghost only willing to spare the four members of the archaeological team when Yan Yan went into the tomb?

His mind was filled with a series of "whys".

Su Hua walked over quietly and said, "Ah Jia."

Qin Heng's dark eyes revealed a confused expression.

Su Hua said, "That day, Yan Yan suddenly called out 'Ah Jia'."

Qin Heng's grandfather, Qin Ye, loved reading books on history, archaeology, tomb raiding, and antiques, but Qin Heng didn't like reading them.

He has loved fashion culture and various sports since he was a child.

She is a well-known fashion trendsetter in the Gu family.

But then, Qin Heng blurted out inexplicably, "Is 'A-jia' a term used to refer to one's mother in a certain dynasty?"

Su Hua nodded. "Let's talk on the balcony."

The two walked to the hotel balcony.

Su Hua lowered her voice and said, "To find out about your past lives, we don't necessarily have to risk going into ancient tombs. Yan Yan calls you Prince Heng. Since you are a prince, you should have left a mark on history. When we return to the capital, we can search through relevant ancient books and investigate carefully."

Qin Heng's lips curled into a faint self-deprecating smile. "Not necessarily. History is written by the victors, and they only write what is in their favor."

Su Hua said, "Ajia was an affectionate term used by aristocratic families in the north during the Northern and Southern Dynasties to refer to their birth mothers. There are also documents that ancient women used the same term to refer to their husbands' mothers. During the Tang Dynasty, princesses, county princesses, and other noblewomen were also respectfully addressed as Ajia. We can focus on checking the documents from the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Tang Dynasty when we get back."

Qin Heng raised his hand and pressed his temple. "Didn't they bring anything out of the tomb? If we use instruments to test it, we should be able to deduce the specific dynasty."

Su Hua shook her head. "No. It happened too suddenly. Tianyu and Shengpo sensed something was wrong and immediately brought the four members of the archaeological team up from the tomb. They didn't bring up any artifacts."

Qin Heng squinted as he recalled, "I once played a zither. It seemed to be made of paulownia wood, but because it was placed with the bronze artifacts buried with me, it was stained with the rust of the bronze artifacts."

As he tried to think of other things, a throbbing pain shot through his temple.

The more he thought about it, the more intense the pain became.

He had no choice but to give up.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Shouldn't using a Luoyang shovel to extract soil from the tomb also help determine which dynasty it belongs to?"

Su Hua said, "The archaeological team called early this morning to ask if I was alright. Everyone who got close to that ancient tomb ended up in the hospital. Some had high fevers, some were in car accidents, some had persistent diarrhea, and some were even diagnosed with suspected cancer. The tomb raider who accompanied you down the tomb suffered a fracture and dementia. His son, on his way home after receiving money from your father, was also in a car accident and is currently in the emergency room. In this situation, who would dare to go near that ancient tomb?"

Qin Heng lowered his eyes to look her over. "It must be a coincidence, right? You're perfectly normal. You don't know martial arts or metaphysics."

Su Hua took out a talisman from her collar. "The reason I'm alright is probably because of this talisman. Tianyu gave it to me."

Qin Heng originally wanted to borrow a Luoyang shovel to take some soil from the tomb and have his grandfather, Qin Ye, help him determine the dynasty.

Upon hearing Su Hua's words, he abandoned the idea.

His grandfather was his biological grandfather.

But the evil spirit in the tomb had injured Yan Yan so badly; he simply couldn't swallow this insult!

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched involuntarily.

He thought that the slovenly monk must know something.

Unfortunately, the old monk had already fled long ago.

Suddenly, Qin Heng heard Yan Yan cough softly from the bedroom, and he turned around and strode towards the bedroom.

He came to the bedside, helped Yan Yan sit up, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Yan Yan nodded, but her gaze fell on his hands.

Qin Heng smiled and said, "It was just a minor injury. I applied the special medicine that Brother Tianyu gave me, and it's already healed."

Yan Yan's large, gentle eyes were still fixed on his hand.

Qin Heng turned his hand over.

There are still many cuts on my fingers and palms, some of which have scabbed over.

Yan Yan placed her fingers on his fingers, wanting to touch his scars, but afraid of hurting him.

Its cautious manner resembled that of a mournful little kitten.

Qin Heng held her hand in his palm and said, "Are you worried about your brother?"

Yan Yan's pale face flushed red in an instant.

Qin Heng laughed, "You've been blushing a lot lately; you never used to blush so easily."

Yan Yan thought to herself, "It happened before, but back then, if my face turned red, I would quickly look away so he wouldn't notice. Even if he did notice, he wouldn't have thought of it that way before."

"Your hands are still cold, but much warmer than last night." Qin Heng pulled her into his arms and said, "Brother will warm them for you."

If it were in the past, Yan Yan would have avoided it long ago.

But right now, she didn't want to hide.

She nestled in his arms, closed her eyes, and greedily inhaled his scent.

He used to love wearing perfume.

He was wearing expensive, custom-made men's fragrances from luxury brands.

He wasn't wearing any perfume today, just the faint scent of hotel shower gel, mixed with his yang energy, which smelled very nice, like the smell of sunshine.

His yang energy and his warm body temperature made her feel very comfortable.

Suddenly, Qin Heng asked, "Yan Yan, who is your father? In which dynasty am I called Prince Heng, is it the Northern and Southern Dynasties or the Tang Dynasty?"

Yan Yan opened her eyes and opened her mouth to answer, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

She looked at Su Hua and called out, "Ah, ah..."

Those two short words made her neck and chest ache with a sharp pain.

In her panic, she suddenly noticed the curtains beside her swaying.

The window was clearly closed.

The curtains were remote-controlled, and they were so thick that even if the window wasn't closed and the wind blew in, they were difficult to move.

The curtains fluttered, as if someone was hiding behind them.

Her eyes widened in horror, a chill running down her spine.