The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1671: Chapter 1657:

Zhou Ang and Wen Zaao exchanged glances, then looked at Chu Ge, and asked, "What did you just say? Barbaric land?"

Chu Ge nodded his head, folded his arms across his chest, and sat lazily on the sofa, "I remember just before I came to the modern era, I was fighting against the barbarians, and somehow, I ended up in your time."

He still couldn’t figure out why he traveled through time.

Zhou Ang suddenly stood up, picked up the map on the table, and said to everyone, "Wait a moment, I’ll go find another map."

This map was discovered by his father and Wen Zaao’s father during their exploration of the ancient tomb; they found it valuable for research and brought it back. Both were kept with Zhou Ang’s father.

Zhou Ang secretly rejoiced, remembering he had hated his father for going against his mother’s wishes and ending up missing. His mother washed her face with tears every day looking at these things. Originally, he wanted to burn them all, but he held back.

Looking back now, not burning them was indeed a wise choice.

After searching for a while, Zhou Ang found the other map, which was made of cowhide.

He brought it over to Chu Ge and asked, "Take a look, is this from your kingdom?"

Chu Ge glanced at it and nodded lightly, "It’s from our kingdom, but it’s only a part of the map."

"..." Wen Zaao was anxious, "Does it contain your tomb?"

Wen Zaao knew it was a bit rude to ask, but she was very anxious.

"It’s not in here."

Chu Ge shook his head, sitting calmly.

"What? Not here?"

Wen Zaao was taken aback; she leaned over the map, squinting intensely, and asked in uncertainty, "Are you sure it’s not here? Could you look again, really not?"

Chu Ge nodded confidently, "It’s just part of the map, and unfortunately, this part doesn’t have it."

"..."

Wen Zaao looked at Zhou Ang, who slightly shook his head, "I only have these two maps."

"Then what do we do?"

Wen Zaao instantly felt deflated, filled with frustration and disappointment. Every time at such crucial moments, they encounter setbacks. Even though they’re used to accepting reality, this time felt different than before.

Chu Ge is indeed King Ye Chen, their fathers went missing because of him, and now he stands right before them, yet they are helpless. This feeling is a hundred times more painful than any previous disappointment.

Chu Ge looked at their lifeless expressions, equally helpless. There was nothing he could do; three thousand years have passed, things have changed, and he can’t find the address on today’s maps at all.

Zhou Ang was silent for a long time, and then suddenly thought of something. He looked at Chu Ge and asked, "When you chose the tomb site, there should have been an address, right? If we follow the address, the historical records might reveal something."

Wen Zaao heard this and her eyes widened with surprise; she nodded vigorously, "Right, right, why didn’t I think of that!"

She looked at Chu Ge excitedly and asked, "What is the exact address? You should know it, right?"

They had been thinking of finding it on the maps, but the maps now were different than Chu Ge’s time, and even if they were the same, they were missing pieces.

Chu Ge looked at them, their eyes fixated on him waiting for his response. Chu Ge cleared his throat and said, "Wuling Mountain."

Wuling Mountain?

Wen Zaao looked blankly at Zhou Ang; she saw similar confusion in Zhou Ang’s eyes.

"No exact address?"

Wen Zaao asked again.

Chu Ge shook his head lightly, "Wuling Mountain is not far from the outskirts of the Capital City; that’s why we only say Wuling Mountain."

The name "Ye Hou Country" wasn’t recorded in history; they only knew the name because of their fathers.

Ultimately, they couldn’t discuss anything of valuable significance except knowing about Wuling Mountain. It really felt like searching for a needle in a haystack.

On the way back, Wen Zaao was still on her phone, searching for Wuling Mountain, but couldn’t find any useful clues.

Wen Zaao was both anxious and angry in her heart, finally stomped her feet in frustration and sighed deeply.

Chu Ge followed behind her, curious about her reaction, "What’s wrong?"

Wen Zaao was already extremely frustrated, so when he asked, she turned her annoyance on him, "You, you don’t even know your own address!"

Chu Ge looked confused, "I’ve already told you the address; it’s you who can’t find it."

"Only Wuling Mountain, where do we find it?"

Wen Zaao’s voice rose a few pitches.

"And Ye Hou Country, which you also couldn’t find."

Chu Ge shrugged, helpless; in his time, they didn’t name places with street or city names as they do now.

Wen Zaao was stumped by Chu Ge’s retort, and in irritation glared at him, turning around to march ahead.

"It’s true! Can’t speak ill without getting rebuked! It’s really too much!"

Wen Zaao muttered as she walked.

Chu Ge followed behind, hearing her murmur but not catching what she said.

Back home, Wen Zaao locked herself in her room, took out the diary her father left her, sat at the desk, and started reading.

She had already flipped through this diary countless times, yet it contained no information about Yechen King’s Tomb, not even a mention.

Wen Zaao felt frustrated; wasn’t this supposed to record what her father discovered at Yechen King’s Tomb? Why didn’t it even mention the tomb’s location?

She scratched her head in irritability, unaware that her every movement was seen by Zhou Laowai from the opposite building.

Zhou Laowai was watching Wen Zaao through binoculars, and noticed she was looking at that diary again, feeling strangely relieved.

He had read the diary himself long ago and actually knew Old Wen had the habit of keeping diaries; he just pretended not to know on the Old Palace Master’s side.

The diary initially recorded many things about Yechen King’s Tomb, but when they sensed the Old Palace Master’s ambitions, Zhou Laowai specifically instructed Old Wen to remove important information from the diary.

This was the only thing over the years that he could use to somewhat ease his own guilt.

He watched them for a while before realizing they wouldn’t go out again, then withdrew his gaze.

Rubbing his sore eyes, he stared blankly at the sky outside. Today, he had followed Wen Zaao, Chu Ge, and the others to the Ancient Artifact Research Institute; it was familiar scenery, and familiar Uncle Fu, but he couldn’t show up familiar to them...