The unfilial descendants committed an offensive act to clear their ancestors' name;

Xi'an, Chang'an District, Dafujing Village.

On Duling Plain, a huge earthen mound stands silently, still exuding the majesty of the Ming Dynasty princes after more than 600 years of wind and rain.

This is the mausoleum of Zhu Shuang, King Min of Qin.

At this moment, a long cordon has been set up around the mausoleum, and squads of armed police officers have sealed off the entire area.

Several SUVs with special license plates were parked not far away. Zhu Dijun, dressed in a smart archaeological work uniform, jumped out of one of the vehicles.

As soon as he stood firm, a tall, square-faced middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses quickly came to greet him.

The man reached out his hand, a complex smile on his face.

"Comrade Dijun, I've long admired your name. I am Zhu Zhiming."

Zhu Dijun shook hands with him and felt that the other man's palm was broad and strong.

"Mayor Zhu, hello."

The images were broadcast live on the sky.

When the name Zhu Zhiming appeared, Zhu Shuang in the Hongwu Hall was suddenly taken aback.

Is his surname also Zhu?

As Zhu Dijun looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

In the dark, there is God's will.

Zhu Zhiming seemed to see through his thoughts, and pushed up his glasses with a wry smile: "To my shame, according to the family genealogy, I am the eighteenth generation descendant of Prince Qin, Zhu Shuang."

These words shocked the entire world!

Inside the Hongwu Hall (also known as the Fengtian Hall in popular parlance), Zhu Shuang, who had just been furious, froze instantly.

He...his descendants?

He's a mayor? He looks all high and mighty!

but……

He looked up at the sky and saw his unworthy descendants standing together with his fourth son's unworthy descendants, with his own lonely grave in the background.

Zhu Shuang's blood pressure started to spike again.

"Okay! Okay!"

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he pointed at the sky and cursed loudly.

"You two little bastards! You ganged up on me and dug up my grave!"

"Zhu Di! What a fine descendant you raised!"

"You have utterly disgraced the Zhu family!"

Zhu Di was also dumbfounded; he hadn't expected things to develop to this point.

The descendants of the second son asked their own descendants to dig up the second son's grave.

This relationship... is too complicated!

Under the sky.

Zhu Zhiming seemed to feel the wrath of his ancestors from over six hundred years ago. He coughed awkwardly and said to Zhu Dijun:

"Dijun, inviting you here this time is truly a last resort. This... digging up ancestral graves, who would be willing to do it if they weren't forced into it?"

Zhu Dijun nodded; he knew things were definitely not simple.

"Mayor Zhu, what exactly happened?"

Zhu Zhiming sighed, lowered his voice, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Some time ago, a so-called 'Golden Family' from Mongolia and a descendant of the wife of their ancestor, Wang, applied to us through diplomatic channels, claiming that they were direct descendants of Prince Zhu Shuang of Qin and requesting to come here to worship their ancestors."

"What?!" Zhu Dijun frowned.

A descendant of Zhu Shuang? Or a Mongol?

This is simply a fantasy!

Zhu Zhiming continued:

"We checked his identity, and on the surface, there seemed to be nothing wrong. But we have reason to suspect that the 'Khazar' gang is behind this."

"What are they trying to do?"

"Infiltrate, sabotage, create chaos!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhu Zhiming's eyes.

"They want to use this method to confuse our bloodline, tarnish our ancestors, and fundamentally undermine our national self-confidence!"

"So, the superiors' idea is to turn the tables on them."

"We must open the tomb and excavate it to extract the most original and accurate DNA sample of King Min of Qin."

"On the one hand, we will use the most scientific evidence to thoroughly slap those people in the face!"

"On the other hand, it's also to establish a genetic map database for our Zhu family, and even the entire core ethnic group of China, to prevent similar infiltration and slander in the future!"

After hearing these words, Zhu Dijun finally understood.

This is no longer a simple archaeological excavation, but a war without gunfire, a war about bloodline and dignity!

He covered his forehead and couldn't help but complain:

"Sigh, this whole mess... In the end, we have to blame our founding emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang."

"If he hadn't dug so many pits back then, we, his descendants, wouldn't be so exhausted now."

"These descendants from Mongolia are most likely from the branch of the family born to Zhu Shuang and Wang Baobao's sister, that Wang woman?"

Zhu Zhiming shrugged and smiled helplessly.

"Who knows? Anyway, my branch is descended from the Deng family, with impeccable lineage. Dijun, after this matter is settled, shouldn't you call me 'uncle' according to seniority?"

He patted Judy Jun on the shoulder and winked.

"Calling me 'Uncle Zhiming,' or even just 'Second Uncle,' isn't that too much to ask, is it?"

Zhu Dijun looked at his "uncle," who was somewhat cunning yet full of patriotism, and couldn't help but laugh.

"That's not excessive, Second Uncle."

That one word, "Second Uncle," felt as if another arrow had pierced Zhu Shuang's heart.

Oh no, those two little bastards have become family!

My own grave is definitely going to be dug up today!

Meanwhile, the emperors and nobles in other timelines watched with great interest, wondering why such things were still happening in modern times.

DNA? Gene map?

Although I don't understand it, it sounds really impressive!

It seems that in the future, when selecting concubines, we will not only have to look at their family background, but also check whether their bloodline is pure, so as not to leave such a big trouble for future generations!

Countless emperors silently elevated the importance of "pure bloodline" to an unprecedented level.

This is truly... a hardship for King Zhu Shuang of Qin, but a boon for my eternal dynasty!

If Zhu Shuang knew what they were thinking, he would probably be so angry that he would travel directly from the Hongwu Palace to the modern era and fight them to the death.

Zhu Dijun and Zhu Zhiming walked side by side toward the burial mound.

As they walked, Judy Jun said:

"Second Uncle, to be honest, I personally prefer to excavate the tombs of the eighth and ninth Qin kings rather than the tomb of the first Qin king."

"Oh? Why?"

Zhu Zhiming asked curiously.

"For the truth!"

Zhu Dijun's voice suddenly became strong and powerful.

"The History of the Ming Dynasty was completely distorted by the Qing Dynasty! Much of what we learn in our textbooks now is fake, fabricated by those scumbags to smear our Han Chinese dynasty!"

"The tombs of Ming dynasty princes, especially those from the mid-to-late period, are highly likely to contain unedited copies of the Veritable Records or other important historical documents!"

"The true history of our Ming Dynasty is hidden there! The true spirit of the Han people is hidden there!"

Zhu Zhiming was so excited that he slapped his thigh hard!

"Well said!"

"Yes, Dijun! If it weren't for archaeologists like you, braving the wind and sun, and risking all sorts of dangers to uncover the truth, we would still be kept in the dark, unaware of how powerful our ancestors were!"

He paused, then his eyes blazed with anger.

"As the instructor said, 'The Ming Dynasty far surpassed the Han and Tang Dynasties!' But now, damn it, those damned academic cliques and traitors, taking foreign funding, are still trying to slander us, deconstruct our history, and attempt to make us kneel down again!"

"These ungrateful bastards!"

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and patted Judy Jun hard on the back.

"Dijun, go ahead and dig!"

"With armed police guarding the perimeter, not even a fly can get in!"

"If there's a real need, I'll immediately report to my superiors and request an expansion of the excavation area! Forget the eighth or ninth generation, even if we excavate every single Qin Dynasty tomb on Duling Plain, it's all worth it as long as we uncover the truth about our Chinese civilization!"

Under the vast sky, from Hongwu to Yongle, Xuande... all the Qin kings of past dynasties, upon hearing these words, collectively felt their vision go black.

Good guy!

Digging up one isn't enough; they're trying to wipe them all out!

In their own time and space, they cursed and swore at their two unfilial descendants.

But as he continued to curse, his voice gradually lowered.

They thought of the Yangzhou Massacre, the Jiading Massacre, and the literary inquisitions that lasted for more than two hundred years, the shaved heads, and the ugly mandarin jackets they were forced to wear, all shown on the screen.

I thought of what that young man had said about history that had been distorted beyond recognition.

If... if digging up their graves could truly allow future generations to rediscover the spirit of the Han people, recognize that period of humiliation, and wash away the filth smeared upon their Ming Dynasty...

For a moment, the air above Duling Plain seemed to be filled with the complex and frustrated sighs of countless Qin princes.

That's enough, that's enough!

Dig! Dig!

As long as those Tungusic boars can be infamous for eternity!

I don't need this little bit of posthumous fame that I'm waiting for!