Fang Qingyue tapped the board lightly and found it was empty. She frowned slightly.

There is actually a secret compartment in this study.

As she was a girl, her father rarely talked to her about family matters.

In her past and present lives, she had never heard of the existence of a secret compartment in the study.

She leaned over the bookcase, looked carefully, and finally found a gap in the corner.

Fang Qingyue turned around, picked up the brush on the table, and gently inserted it into the drawer. The secret compartment suddenly opened, and several slips of paper floated out.

The notes were a little brittle. Fang Qingyue carefully put them all away, sat cross-legged on the chair, and looked at the notes carefully.

The notes were all written in Fang Xifu's handwriting, recording some things in the mansion.

One of them was written down by Fang Xifu on the day Fang Qingyue was born.

Her expression softened considerably as she flipped through the pictures one by one. When she saw one of them, her pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"These days, I feel like something in the study has been moved. But the jade and porcelain are not missing, so I can't report it to the police."

"A few days ago, I was out on the street and rescued a woman. I told her I was married, but she still wanted to marry me. I had no choice but to play mad and foolish to avoid her."

"There have been a lot of turmoil in the court recently. I heard someone defected to the enemy."

"I found it. The things in the study turned out to be letters written in my handwriting. I have to find a way to put them away..."

After that, there were no more notes.

Fang Qingyue clenched her palms tightly, feeling unbearable pain in her chest and lungs. It seemed that even a shallow breath was painful enough to bring her to tears.

She knew that her father must have been wronged!