Su Weichuan seemed completely unaware. After entering the secret room, he opened another secret room, which led underground.
Jiang Qingwan wasn't sure if it was a secret passage or a secret room. Calculating the time, she didn't dare risk following and stood still, looking around at the secret room she was in.
A chill ran up my feet.
She looked down and saw that the entire floor of the secret chamber was covered with large pieces of icy jade.
This type of jade is very expensive and extremely rare.
Not to mention its extensive use in enclosed spaces.
No wonder it's so cold.
However, there was nothing that would easily perish inside the sealed room.
On the contrary, many of the extremely old items were tainted with evil energy.
It wasn't used by the dead, but it had been through a brutal massacre, stained with the blood of those who cried out for justice.
What kind of quirk is Su Weichuan, collecting these things?
After looking around, her gaze fell on the sand table on the wall.
Su Weichuan was a military general.
It's perfectly normal to have a sand table in your home.
Jiang Qingwan could tell at a glance that it was a feng shui confrontation between two dragons.
She curiously leaned closer to take a closer look.
Sure enough, something was wrong.
The battle between the two dragons has ended. One of the dragons appears to have perished, but in reality, it is lurking beneath the surface, sabotaging the fortune of the other dragon vein.
As one thing diminishes, another grows; as one thing grows, another diminishes.
For a moment, she couldn't tell which dragon had won, or which dragon the person who set up the sand table was standing next to.
The transparent fingertips suddenly flickered.
It reminded her that the concealment spell was about to become obsolete.
She dared not linger any longer and quickly walked out.
Suddenly, they heard someone beating gongs and drums.
"The fire has started! The fire has started!"
Thick smoke billowed from a corner of the Prince's Mansion.
Jiang Qingwan had already run out of the study, and one of her hands could no longer be hidden.
Fortunately, everyone was drawn to the thick smoke and no one noticed the flickering hand.
"Something terrible has happened! The ancestral hall is on fire!"
The old servant of Fuxintang was extremely anxious.
"Quickly, put out the fire!"
The entire palace was in complete chaos.
Coughing up soot that his face was covered in ash, Guo Hao found a dog hole in the courtyard wall of the servants' quarters and struggled to crawl out.
Hearing the noisy sounds inside, I patted my chest repeatedly, still shaken.
"I hope this helps you, but please don't get arrested."
He felt it was still not safe, so he got up from the ground and prepared to go to the Ninth Prince's mansion to report the news.
But when he looked up, he bumped into Xia Yu, who was leading four servants out of the narrow alley.
"Young Marquis, you really have a lot of nerve! You even dared to burn down the Su family's ancestral hall!"
Guo Hao was startled.
He stiffened his neck, trying to appear calm.
"Xia Yu, what nonsense are you spouting? Are you trying to make a move just because you outnumber me? I'm warning you, if you hurt me, even your father can't protect you."
Xia Yu laughed loudly.
Thinking about how I had been humiliated and insulted in the Prince's mansion, I suddenly felt a sense of relief.
“I saw you set fire to the ancestral hall with my own eyes. Do you think your father could protect you if I handed you over to the old prince?”
Guo Hao's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
His whole body tensed up, as if his tail had been stepped on but he dared not resist.
Xia Yu became increasingly smug.
"Kneel down, crawl between my legs, and call me 'Grandpa' a few times, and I'll consider giving you a way out."
Guo Hao had never suffered such injustice in his entire life.
He was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
"You bastards, you don't even deserve to kneel before me. I'll kill you all, and then no one will know."
He said he was about to roll up his sleeves and get to work.
However, he never liked martial arts since he was a child. Although his father was a military general, he only had good physical fitness, which was useless when it came to real fighting.
He was quickly pinned to the ground by the servants.
Xia Yu squatted down in front of him and slapped him on the head.
"So what if you're so capable? I'll ask you one last time, will you kneel or not?"
Guo Hao struggled angrily but couldn't break free at all, and instead got mud all over his face.
"Xia Yu, if you have the guts, let me go and we'll fight one-on-one. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me."
Xia Yu stood up leisurely.
“I am but a scholar, and I will not fight with a brute like you. Since you are unwilling to kneel, then I will send you back to the Su residence and let the old prince deal with you.”
Guo Hao was anxious.
The fact that the Su family's ancestral hall was targeted at the old princess's birthday banquet means that even if her father came, this matter would likely remain unresolved.
"Isn't it just kneeling down and crawling between your legs? I agree, let me go."
Xia Yu had intended to humiliate him, so he immediately ordered his men to let go.
She then lifted the hem of her dress and straddled it in front of her.
"Come on, young lord."
Guo Hao seized the opportunity and kicked him hard in the groin.
"Damn it, I'm your grandfather, your great-grandfather."
Xia Yu was surprised that Guo Hao was still not afraid even at this point.
He screamed and collapsed to his knees, clutching his crotch.
Guo Hao seized the opportunity and ran away.
"Grab him!"
Xia Yu was in so much pain that his voice became like that of a eunuch, and he gritted his teeth as he got up from the ground.
"Guo Hao, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you today."
Guo Hao thought he could escape the alley, but the people behind him showed no sportsmanship and picked up a stone, hitting him on the calf.
He staggered and fell to the ground, blood gushing from his nose.
His legs were pulled by the person behind him, and in an instant he was pulled back to Xia Yu's front.
Xia Yu raised his hand and slapped him twice.
"Spread his legs apart, I'm going to cripple him."
He was still hunched over, legs together, and his voice was high-pitched and thin.
Guo Hao wanted to laugh, but his own legs were forcibly spread open. Seeing that he was about to suffer the same thing, his back tightened and his voice trembled.
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