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Chapter 1218: Chapter 1217 Wait_1 Chapter 1218: Chapter 1217 Wait_1 Yang Wenxiao did not send Tong Sanlang to check the secret tunnel but kept Tong Sanlang by his side as a personal guard.

Ren Zhong led his men up, and the entrance of the secret tunnel was overgrown with weeds. It was rarely visited by people from Anping Village, and after the initial curiosity faded, even the residents of Bailu Town stopped coming. Without human disturbance, the area became a domain of wild grass.

Ren Zhong first led his men to clear the weeds before entering the secret tunnel with torches in hand. The tunnel was quite long, and although no grass grew inside, there was plenty of animal feces.

For the animals on the mountain, it served as a perfect sanctuary from the weather, a place to hide whenever it was windy or raining. Consequently, over a year, feces covered the ground.

Such a place was highly disrespectful to welcome the descendants of Liuli.

Hurriedly, Ren Zhong came down and reported the situation to Yang Wenxiao, requesting assistance to thoroughly clean the secret tunnel.

Stretching over ten miles, cleaning it was a huge task. Yang Wenxiao thought for a moment and ordered someone to call Tong Tiehu, instructing him to stop villagers from Anping Village from ascending the mountain to clean.

He still did not call Tong Sanlang, but sent someone else instead.

As soon as Tiehu heard about the situation, he immediately rang the large bell at the entrance of the village, and directed people to take brooms and head up the mountain. It was afternoon by then, and the village’s able-bodied labor force, totaling over a thousand people, all went up the mountain. With a thousand people at work, by evening, the secret tunnel had been transformed, with torches planted throughout, illuminating the interior as if it were daylight.

After receiving the report, Yang Wenxiao was satisfied, and by this time, the chef had already built a stove on site to prepare dinner.

After everyone had finished dinner, he finally traveled up the mountain in a small sedan chair.

At the entrance of the tunnel, Ren Zhong had prepared seats and tea. Yang Wenxiao arrived on the mountain, took a seat next to Yang Zheng at the entrance of the tunnel, and prepared to wait through the night for the emergence of Liuli’s descendants.

As the night grew deeper, the moon rose higher and higher. The closer it got to midnight, the more alert Yang Wenxiao became. Yang Zheng, on the other hand, was struggling to keep awake, his little head nodding off.

Yang Wenxiao ordered a sleeping cot to be brought over and let Yang Zheng lie down on it. He then beckoned to Tong Sanlang and asked, “Do you think she will come before midnight has passed?”

Tong Sanlang shook his head and spoke softly, “I don’t know. But Your Majesty, do you plan to keep waiting? If she hasn’t come after midnight, you should rest.”

“No rush,” Yang Wenxiao said and let out a gentle breath. The closer it was to midnight, the more tense he became.

The person he was waiting for controlled not only the fate of Emperor Yong’an and the others but also the truth about the events of that year.

Descendant, lover, either one was enough to stir his emotions. Now, with both weighing on his mind, he found himself quietly taking deep breaths to calm his nerves.

The night deepened, the dew grew heavier, and the moon reached its zenith. Midnight arrived. The entrance of the tunnel was lit with torches, lighting up the area as if it were daylight. Everyone held their breath, waiting for that flash of red to appear.

A quarter of an hour later, nothing happened.

The mountain wind rustled the leaves with a soft whirring sound, accompanied by the chirping of insects, adding a touch of liveliness to the quiet night.

“Pour me some tea,” Yang Wenxiao said to Tong Sanlang.

Tong Sanlang complied and personally brewed a cup of tea.

After handing over the tea, he quietly suggested, “Your Majesty, why don’t you take a rest? Traveling isn’t suitable late at night, perhaps the descendant of your great-grandmother will appear during the day.”

Logically speaking, a meeting would certainly be during the day.

Yang Wenxiao shook his head slightly, “The last time she left a corn, it was at night.”

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang pursed his lips, “Um… Your Majesty, actually I have a speculation.”

“You don’t have to say it; I know what you’re speculating,” Yang Wenxiao interrupted.