As Wu Sicheng watched An Moxue's retreating figure, he felt that she was running away this time. She had mentioned her mother's last words and the promise between the two of them before, but she hadn't brought it up since they met in Puda.

He felt that the current situation wasn't suitable for them to talk about it, since they were both in a high-risk environment. He also felt that a relationship should develop naturally, and he always felt that they were more like good friends than lovers. He thought that talking about it would only cause her more trouble, so it wasn't necessary.

But his face is clearly very attractive to her. What is she running away from? Or what is she avoiding? This is not like her personality. There is something he doesn't know. He always feels that she is very mysterious. But no matter how much they investigate in China, they haven't found any useful information yet. The progress is very slow.

He shook his head and chuckled, hoping his stay would have a good start. He glanced at the two men, master and apprentice, who were sitting like dead dogs in the corner of the living room, before returning to his room.

An Moxue returned to her bedroom, locked the door, and went into her spatial dimension. She still hadn't checked the antique truck filled with Lan Kingdom items!

She felt a sliver of anticipation, wondering what she would see from inside the car.

An Moxue first went into the driver's seat and searched through it, but found nothing except some food.

She got out of the truck and jumped into the back of the truck, which was filled with wooden crates tightly tied with rope.

She untied the ropes and moved all the boxes from the car to the ground. There were hundreds of boxes in total. An Moxue opened them one by one. Inside were ancient books, jewelry, ornaments, jade, porcelain, from snuff bottles to gilded bronze tripods with animal heads. There was nothing she could imagine.

An Moxue was initially quite happy. She had intercepted a truckload of antiques, and there would be a second truckload in the future. When the country becomes stronger and stronger, she wants to build a museum so that future generations can see the treasures left by their ancestors right in front of their own homes, instead of having to go to other countries' museums to see their own country's cultural relics. That's not seeing cultural relics; that's seeing scars, seeing humiliation. Every Chinese person's scar is a testament to the humiliation of history, a testament to weakness and being beaten, a testament to blood and tears.

As An Moxue watched, she couldn't be happy anymore. The more she looked, the sadder and angrier she became. These people risked their lives to protect the country, while those people were using all sorts of schemes and methods to undermine it.

She kept these separately, intending to release them to the public in the future. Unlike what the An family and the Nalan family left her, those were her private property, her own. These were things she planned to make available to the Chinese people free of charge.

An Moxue originally planned to go to sleep after checking the contents of the truck, but after she finished, she couldn't fall asleep at all.

what to do?

An Moxue came to the living room, picked up the master and apprentice and took them out of the living room. Once in the yard, she threw them out like dead dogs.

Then he proceeded to punch and kick the master and apprentice.

After kicking, she felt relieved, but she was still upset. When An Moxue looked up, she saw Wu Sicheng leaning against the door, looking at her. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that he was stubbornly smiling at her.

"Um... how long have you been standing there?" An Moxue asked, somewhat speechless.

Wu Sicheng suppressed a laugh and said, "Tell the truth?"

"Is there a lie?"

"Of course, the lie is that I just came out."

"oh..."

Okay, that's enough. She knows. He's been standing here for a while now. It's all her fault for getting too carried away with hitting him.

"What's wrong? Didn't you go back to sleep? Why are you out again? And making such a big fuss? What did they do to you?" He looked at her, his eyes full of questions.

"I felt uncomfortable and couldn't sleep while they were eating and drinking at my house during the few days I was away. Although I hired workers to clean up this afternoon, I still felt uncomfortable. Especially tonight, they made such a mess of the living room, and the furniture was damaged. I was even more furious."

She couldn't very well say that after looking at that truckload of antiques, she thought that if it weren't for people like this master and apprentice from Lan Kingdom, there wouldn't be truckloads of antiques going into the hands of foreigners at bargain prices. She couldn't help but feel so angry that she came out to take her anger out on this master and apprentice.

He could tell she wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't press her further. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "Mo Xue, what method did you use? These two people aren't reacting at all after being hit like this?"

An Moxue, puzzled, asked, "You only had a few acupuncture needles. What happened?"

"It's nothing, it's amazing. Is this another family tradition?"

"certainly."

Wu Sicheng asked, seemingly jokingly but actually probing, "What did your ancestors do? It seems like you know everything."

“Those who cultivate immortality, the kind who can become gods.” An Moxue said half-jokingly, her words full of pride. “You can’t envy that. After all, not everyone has an ancestor like mine. It depends on fate.”

Wu Sicheng had no idea she would believe her, so he went along with her, saying, "Yes, that's because your ancestors weren't ordinary people! But when you go back to China, don't say anything carelessly. Remember, be careful with your words."

Wu Sicheng looked at An Moxue, knowing all too well her troublesome nature, and asked, "What are you going to do about these two?"

"What can I do? I was thinking of dealing with it tomorrow, but I couldn't sleep after going into the bedroom, so I'll just deal with it tonight! Go back to the room and write down the addresses of the two of them and where they hid the money, I'll go there in a bit. After all, only money in your own pocket is truly your own money. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't get compensation! Sigh, I can't let a grudge linger overnight, otherwise I won't feel at ease!"

Wu Sicheng gave her a deep look, giving her the impression that whatever she said was the truth, which made An Moxue doubt her own eyesight.

Wu Sicheng turned and went into the house, while An Moxue went into the storage room, took out a large burlap sack, put the master and apprentice inside like they were carrying items, tied the sack tightly, and placed it on the back seat of the motorcycle.

She put the master and apprentice down, went inside, changed her clothes, took the note Wu Sicheng had written to her, and said, "You rest, I'll be right back. This address isn't far from here. No one should be coming tonight."

Wu Sicheng was struck by her words and wondered what kind of person she had offended, who was sending people to her house so frequently. What was their purpose? It seemed he would have to ask her about it tomorrow and have Uncle De investigate further.

An Moxue took the note, rode her motorcycle with the master and apprentice, and disappeared into the night.

Wu Sicheng did not go back to his bedroom to sleep, but stayed in the living room without turning on the lights. In the deep darkness, no one knew what he was thinking as he sat alone on the sofa in the living room.