An Moxue carefully recalled the things belonging to the original owner of the house. Although several years had passed, her memories were still vivid.

If such a thing truly exists, where could it be located? In a place that is both hidden and safe.

An Moxue drove back to the entrance of Huaihua Hutong and took out An Muyang's suicide note.

Looking at this suicide note now, the more I know about An Muyang's past, the more I realize that he wouldn't have written something trivial in it. At the time, she didn't know An Muyang well enough, nor did she know how complicated and dangerous things were.

She felt there should be some information here, otherwise how could she guess?

I read the suicide note word by word.

A study table?

Is there anything else that has been overlooked?

She drove straight back to the courtyard house, greeted the staff on duty at the guesthouse, opened the door to the study, and then closed it.

Ignoring the dust on the furniture, I took a cushion, sat down in front of the study, and thought of my father's letter describing the long, drawn-out conversations by candlelight. Outside the window, I saw the locust blossoms falling, the setting sun casting its last rays, and the landscape half covered in spring rain and half in mud.

There were no locust flowers in the courtyard, but the setting sun was waning. She tried to adjust her position several times, but all she could see was a corner of the eaves of the east wing. Her heart was pounding, and she wondered if she was right.

If so, then there are too many things hidden in this letter.

Should we take it now, or wait? What if someone is still following us?

After much deliberation, she still dared not go to see it now. It wouldn't matter if she guessed wrong, but if there was something inside, the consequences would be dire.

She felt that it was bad that she had only returned here twice in the few days she had been back, as it would make it easy for people to keep an eye on the place. This time, she needed to find a reason.

Rent, yes, rent. It's normal to want to get the rent in advance when you're short of money, especially since there aren't many days left before you have to collect it.

She put away the cushion, dusted off imaginary dust, left the study, and went to find the older woman on duty that day. Because she was young, she was too shy to speak up and was embarrassed to go directly to the factory manager, so she asked the older woman to pass on her message. That made sense!

I explained the situation to her, saying I wanted to receive next year's rent a few days in advance, and asked her to pass on the message.

Right now, her family's situation is in the spotlight. Her older sister thought she was short of money and urgently needed it, so after work, she went back to the factory and told the factory manager about the situation.

People don't know what they were thinking; they probably all mistook her for Xiao Lian. The factory manager actually agreed and asked her to tell An Moxue that she could go to the factory's finance office to collect the next year's rent.

Late at night, after leaving the military guesthouse and seeing that no one was around, An Moxue took out a motorcycle and sped off at rocket speed, disappearing in a flash.

Before she even reached the alley entrance, she put away her motorcycle and jogged all the way to the courtyard guesthouse.

The guesthouse's main gate was never closed, so An Moxue easily reached the eaves of the east wing. Then she found a wooden ladder, propped it against the gable wall, and climbed up to the eaves.

Without even using a flashlight, she reached in under the dim moonlight and carefully felt around. Finally, she noticed something different.

She suppressed her wildly beating heart, pressed and pushed her fingers on it, and a small groove appeared. She took out the item inside, threw it into her space without looking at it, and then reset the mechanism.

After descending the wall, I put the ladder back in its original place and quickly exited Huaihua Hutong.

Back at the military guesthouse, An Moxue took out the oil-sealed paper roll and carefully opened it. Unexpectedly, what she saw put her mind at ease.

This document details Zhu Zhen's methods of contacting foreign entities and the agreements they reached. It's unexpected that they also played a part in promoting political reform in the country. Their purpose is self-evident: to stir up trouble in Lan, disrupt Lan's internal affairs, and then use the opportunity to amass wealth.

This is far more serious than killing his parents; it's blatant treason and betrayal of the party, a complete sellout.

She couldn't sleep. With her eyes open, she recalled the past, bit by bit, drop by drop.

She always suspected that there were two groups of people who were chasing her: one group wanted to capture her alive, and the other group wanted to kill her. She even suspected that her identity as a member of the Nalan family had been exposed.

However, the details don't match up. If one group of people was from Zhu Zhen's faction and the other was from foreign forces that cooperated with him, then it would make sense.

She couldn't understand what it was about someone in such a high position that made him betray the country he had risked his life to protect. Was it just money? Wasn't his power great enough?

As dawn broke, she finished washing up and went to the military region's training ground, where she fought fiercely, venting her frustrations.

She went faster and faster until she was just a blur. When she finally stopped, a crowd had gathered around her, all of them staring intently.

Zhang Jing saw through the trick and asked, "Mo Xue, did your father teach you this? Is it a family martial art?"

"To be precise, it's my mother's family's martial arts, which is only passed down to women." An Muyang didn't know the answer, so this was the only way he could explain it away.

"Uncle Zhang, come with me to find Uncle Guan in a little while. I have something important to tell you."

This was the first time Zhang Jing had seen An Moxue speak to him so seriously, so he also became serious and said, "I'll go after I finish breakfast, or why don't you come to my house for a meal!"

"No, I have some things to do back home. Let's go together in a bit."

After An Moxue finished speaking, she left the training ground.

An Moxue and Zhang Jing arrived at Guan Changchun's office early. Upon seeing Guan Changchun, she went straight to the point: "Uncle Guan, Uncle Zhang, I had a suspicion before I met Zhu Zhen, but I didn't dare to make any rash conclusions before meeting him, after all, he is not an ordinary person."

She took a deep breath and continued, "When I met him, I was just testing the waters by saying that my father had left me evidence that could prove he betrayed the party and the country and colluded with hostile foreign forces. I didn't expect him to react so strongly. He sent people to the hospital that very night, two groups of them. This confirmed my suspicions. Last night, I got the evidence my father left behind, which completely proves this point. Here, this is the evidence. Take a look."

An Moxue handed the item to Guan Changchun, who was furious after reading it. Zhang Jing, after reading it, was equally incredulous. He asked the same question as An Moxue—what was he after?

Who knows!

Perhaps only he himself knows.

"The information above still needs to be verified, but it is of great importance. I think it's better to leave it to the commander to handle. My rank is still too low."

"If this is handed over, could he be sentenced to death?" An Moxue had a guess in her heart, but she was still not convinced. Otherwise, she wouldn't have drugged him, especially one that started by causing his hands and feet to rot and eventually led to his death from all the festering sores on his body.

Looking into An Moxue's expectant eyes, Guan Changchun couldn't bring himself to say anything against his conscience, so he could only comfort her, "Moxue, you know that at that level, it's not easy to be sentenced to death. Most likely, it's life imprisonment without freedom."

"Yeah, I know that too, but I just can't give up."

There is no such thing as absolute fairness in this world. There are too many people and things that require compromise. Just do your best and have a clear conscience!