Pei Dingyuan fell silent. After a moment, he lifted his gaze to Zhao Yao, his mouth curving into a bitter smile, "Young Master, hearing you say all this, I feel no waves in my heart. Am I too cold and heartless?"
"It's normal, they are strangers to you. Besides, it's been so long, it's normal for you to feel nothing," Zhao Yao didn't find any problem with Pei Dingyuan's thinking, "I'm telling you this not to make you do anything but to let you know."
Pei Dingyuan understood what Zhao Yao meant. He hesitated before asking, "Young Master, Noble Consort Pei... where was she finally buried?"
"She wasn't buried in the Imperial Mausoleum of the previous dynasty, but that's not a bad thing. The Imperial Mausoleum of the previous dynasty was dug up by rebels, and it seems there's nothing left," Zhao Yao said, "Noble Consort Pei's tomb is buried with those eunuchs and palace maids from the palace, in that part of the Royal Mansion..."
