The Fatty stared blankly at Lu Zong, asking incredulously, "What? You're willing to give up your Han Chong?"

As Lu Zong watched the lecherous impurity spreading across the Fatty’s face, his heart trembled, but he quickly regained his composure. After all, given the Fatty’s build and appearance, there was still a considerable gap between them; if it truly came down to a competition, Lu Zong felt he wouldn't lose out at all.

Just then, Ma Xiong entered from outside. Seeing the two already lounging there, he chuckled, "Oh, Fatty, wrapping up so early today? How about it, Lu Zong, wasn't the surprise big enough?"

Lu Zong looked at the Fatty’s plump stomach and said, "Indeed, it was quite big. Heh heh, I didn't expect you, Ma Xiong, to bend the law for personal favors too."

Ma Xiong burst into laughter, "Don't blame me for this. Look at these great archaeologists; they don't even send men to guard the dozens of small tombs nearby. Besides, higher-ups never told me I needed to manage the surrounding smaller tombs. Villagers often sneak around there to steal things; I’ve been covering for them all along. Fatty was just acting on heaven's behalf. Since it's all taken from the people, what’s the harm in using it for the people today?"

Lu Zong nodded, realizing Ma Xiong's thinking wasn't entirely corrupted yet.

He suddenly recalled the Ice Crystal Jade Fetus he had seen inside and quickly asked, "Right, Ma Xiong, do you know what we found inside?"

Ma Xiong looked utterly confused and said, "Did you see the Queen?"

Lu Zong and the Fatty exchanged astonished glances, then nodded in disbelief. "We never expected you, Ma Xiong, to be so well-informed. You're practically reading our minds." Ma Xiong became even more bewildered, scratching his head. "What's going on? Did I guess correctly?"

Lu Zong nodded and said, "Exactly. You are 100% correct in your answer; we did encounter the Queen."

Ma Xiong quickly went to examine the tent flap, then patted both their heads, muttering, "Is your head burning? Why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?"

Lu Zong shoved Ma Xiong's hand away. "Stop spouting nonsense; you're the one with a fever. Today, in the golden layer of the tomb, we really saw the Queen—that Ice Crystal Jade Fetus, remember?"

Ma Xiong replied, "Of course, I remember. That was the woman's corpse in the Queen's tomb wearing the least clothing. How could I forget?"

The Fatty clapped his hands and said, "That’s it. It seems the quality of the Chinese People's Police is indeed high. By the way, Ma Xiong, when Lu Sha left this morning, her expression seemed off. Was last night too short?"

Ma Xiong’s face turned ashen. "Short, my ass! She was angry because it was too long!"

Lu Zong observed them, unsure of who was telling the truth. In any case, he didn't believe it, so he asked, "Was last night really that short for you two?"

Ma Xiong and the Fatty looked at Lu Zong curiously. "Why? Do you know what’s going on?"

Lu Zong felt a bit unsteady inside. It seemed their understanding was different from his own thoughts. He asked, "What do you mean by 'time short'?"

The Fatty explained, "Ma Xiong had to work overtime last night for a special reason, so it lasted longer, which made Lu Sha angry. What are you talking about?"

Lu Zong smiled and said, "The final goal is the same anyway; why bother focusing on that? How about it, Ma Xiong, do you have confidence in Lu Sha?"

Ma Xiong looked at Lu Zong and said, "No confidence. I think that girl cares about you quite a bit; she asks about you every now and then. Speaking of which, how is Han Chong now?"

Lu Zong spat, "That wench. When I'm unhappy, I just pout and scare her half to death. Even hitting her eight times a day isn't enough to quench my anger. She's basically my slave now. If she dares disobey, one word: hit her. Hit her until she dies. Damn it, women nowadays are really..."

Ma Xiong smiled smugly and said, "Go on, why did you stop?"

Lu Zong glared at Ma Xiong through gritted teeth and cursed, "Damn it, you set me up!"

Following the direction of Lu Zong’s meek gaze, they saw Han Chong, her face flushed with anger. He immediately plastered a smile on his face and walked over, saying, "Why are you out so soon? I was just about to come pick you up."

Han Chong fiercely threw her bag onto the table and then sat down on the deck chair in front of him like a pampered lady, saying dismissively, "I’m thirsty."

Lu Zong immediately acted like a subservient slave, fawning over Han Chong: "Heh heh, our great beauty is thirsty. Of course, I must pour a cup for her. Heh heh."

"By the way, Lu Zong, when you were talking just now, did you have some kind of grammatical slip-up?" Han Chong looked at the shamefaced Lu Zong.

Lu Zong laughed heartily, "Of course, I did! I accidentally flipped the subject just now. It should have been, 'It takes hitting me eight times a day for you not to quell your anger.' Heh heh."

The Fatty was so enraged he nearly choked, quickly striding out of the tent to gulp down the outside air, grumbling hotly, "Damn it, what kind of world is this?"

At that moment, Ma Xiong's phone suddenly rang. He seemed relieved to have an exit, saying, "Sorry, I need to take this call. Make yourselves at home, treat it like your own place."

Truthfully, seeing Lu Zong like that reminded him of his own situation. What difference was there between him and Lu Zong now?

Lu Sha’s sharp voice came through the receiver: "Ma Xiong, have you been looking at other beauties lately?"

Ma Xiong soothed her, "How could I? You know all the people doing the excavation here are men."

"Nonsense! Last time I saw that old lady who cooks, I wasn’t reassured."

"Oh, my little ancestor, that old lady is over eighty. Do I have that kind of taste?"

"That’s not certain. I saw she has a daughter too."

"I’m going crazy. She’s only seven or eight years old. I’d consider her too young to be my daughter! Can you stop being so petty? You are my only one, the entirety of my life—is that enough now?"

"That’s more like it. By the way, do you know why I’m calling you?"

Ma Xiong’s face darkened as he asked, "Do you miss me?"

"Pah! Look at yourself first. Are you even comparable to Lu Zong?"

Hearing this, Ma Xiong silently vowed to beat Lu Zong up given the chance. Damn it, that guy was too unrestrained. As the saying goes, courtship without the intention of marriage is hooliganism. You’re clearly going to marry Han Chong, yet you bring that kind of behavior here. You have zero basic human decency.

Lu Sha seemed to sense what Ma Xiong was thinking and placated him, "Alright, alright, you’re not bad either. At least you're much better than Fatty. By the way, do you know why I called you?"

Ma Xiong looked curious. "I’m not sure about that. Tell me, since you don't miss me, are you pregnant?"

"Pregnant with your big head! Do you know the secret behind that note we took from the Shaman's tomb?" Lu Sha asked with deep mystery in her voice.