"In this way, Young Master Zhou's goodwill towards Cheng Gui Pavilion will definitely increase dramatically! All the rumors outside are false; only seeing is believing."
"Please enjoy."
"Don't you think this makes sense?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Xianyi's eyes brightened slightly.
Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Pingyang, lying on the ground, seemed to have a chord deep within his memory touched. His pupils dilated, and he slowly turned his head to look at Cheng Xianyi, who needed the protection of the Zhou family...
Zhou Cheng's fiancée?
Riding, returning, pavilion?!
An organization that strikes fear into the hearts of all the nobles in Yan Kingdom?
A secret force that brings together assassins, killers, intelligence agents, merchants, and many other industries?
Yes, her?!
"Clang." Marquis Pingyang felt a chill rush to his brain, and panic, shock, regret and other emotions surged through his mind.
His vision went black, and he fainted from fright.
Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard Cheng Xianyi say, "What you said makes sense. Acheng has discerning eyes. Having received this gift, he will surely be able to see through the surface and understand the benevolence of Chenggui Pavilion."
"Take Marquis Pingyang to the secret room."
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I don't know how much time passed.
When Marquis Pingyang regained consciousness, everything was pitch black before his eyes.
He found himself bound hand and foot with ropes, imprisoned in a closed room... no, not a room, more like a dark and cold basement, with a sliver of candlelight at the front.
The surroundings were deathly silent; even breathing could be heard clearly.
"A secret room... This is that woman's secret room. Is she planning to tie me up and hand me over to Zhou Cheng? No, I can't, I can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to escape..."
Marquis Pingyang stared at the candlelight not far away, then glanced at the ropes binding his hands and feet.
He immediately shifted his body, hoping to use the candlelight to burn the red rope.
His idea is wonderful!
But a few seconds later,
Marquis Pingyang stared in disbelief, his pupils constricting, until he got closer and realized that it was not a candle flame, but a lit incense stick.
The walls are covered with lifelike portraits.
A very young man, clad in armor, rode on horseback, looking back. Although the Marquis of Pingyang could not see the face of the person in the portrait, he felt a sense of sorrowful parting.
In the very center was an incense burner, and in front of the incense burner,
There was a piece of hand bone that had been preserved for several years.
The hand bone is incomplete, as if it was forcibly broken off before the person was alive, with only half remaining.
It was tied with a silk thread and a pretty bow.
In such a gloomy atmosphere, encountering such a scene... I've seen offerings to gods and Buddhas before, but in all my years, I've never seen an offering of hand bones! It's hard not to be horrified, isn't it?
The most terrifying thing was that under the incense burner was a piece of paper with a line of chilling words written on it.
Born in the early winter of the 33rd year of the reign, at midnight on the 12th of the 12th month.
He died in the early winter of the 13th year of the Ning Dynasty, at the age of 23.
"The surname is Zhou, and the given name is Cheng."
Marquis Pingyang was terrified when he saw the information revealed: "Era... Ning Dynasty... What dynasty is Era again? Era lasted for forty-three years. After it was destroyed, Ning Dynasty rose to power."
"And then... and finally, the current Yan Dynasty."
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