In the morning, three waves of people came for Wang Yao. At the time, he was enjoying his trip with Su Xiaoxue in the Ming Tombs.
Although ancient emperors enjoyed glory and wealth in life, they still remembered to build a grand grave for resting with the hope of enjoying the imperial honor in the netherworld.
"How much did it cost both in human and financial resources?" Wang Yao asked.
"In ancient times, emperors were seen as delegates of heaven who governed the country," Su Xiaoxue said. "They could decide everything."
The locations these emperors chose were very good. They were so-called dragon lairs.
"Ah, it is a good place, indeed." Wang Yao slowly walked around every tomb looking at them closely.
"Do you know Feng Shui, Sir?" Su Xiaoxue asked.
"A little," Wang Yao replied.
