"Boss! An iron-clad coffin is floating up in the lower reaches of the canal!" Ma San's hoarse shout mixed with the rumble of thunder.
Shen Xitang rushed through the rain onto the embankment, her magnetic probe attaching to the twining branch lotus pattern on the coffin lid—this was precisely the imperial burial item specially crafted by the Ministry of Works in the first year of Yonghe.
When the ice silkworm net hoisted the coffin, half a jade jue tumbling from inside suddenly clamped onto the Xuanji Lock on her chest.
Chapter 41