With a thud, Miss Jun stepped on the ground.

The entrance to the cave is not very deep to the basement, only about one person tall, with flat stone slabs underfoot.

"Here." Old Mrs. Fang was one step away, reaching out to push a carved, hollow stone slab, from behind which a faint light was shining.

The stone slab was pushed open, revealing the stairs. Miss Jun held a torch and followed Old Lady Fang down.

There was no barrier behind the stairs, just a warehouse with shelves.

"What kind of agency is this? It's just a warehouse. It's not as mysterious as you think." Old Mrs. Fang smiled. She stood in front of a wooden shelf, opened a drawer and took out a dust whisk with satisfaction. "I put this in last time. I thought I'd clean it up next time I come."

As she spoke, she waved the wooden frame, causing dust to fly up and making her cough a few times.

Miss Jun was looking at the night pearls inlaid on the walls all around her that were scattered like stars. The dim light in the warehouse was emitted by them. When she heard a cough, she turned around to look at Old Lady Fang.

"Grandma, you can't clean it by yourself," she said.

Of course Mrs. Fang also knew about it and put the whisk back.

"There's no need to clean it up," she said. "No one thinks discarded silver is dirty."

Miss Jun looked inside. Yes, even though covered in dust, these layers of silver ingots, silver bricks and silver balls placed on the shelves made her heart beat faster.

However, she had no interest in silver.

"Over there," said Old Mrs. Fang, pointing to the southwest corner.

Miss Jun walked over without hesitation. The entire southwest corner was filled with silver bars, piled up in layers and with no discernible difference.

Old Mrs. Fang came over, reached out, picked up a silver ingot from the middle grid, and turned it over.

There is a square seal printed on the base of the silver ingot.

"Deshengchang." Miss Jun took over and read.

Every banknote's silver ingot naturally has its own mark. Miss Jun was slightly startled. Is the secret in the mark?

She reached out and picked up the silver ingot from the grid, one Deshengchang, two Deshengchang...

Old Mrs. Fang didn't say anything and didn't move, she just watched quietly.

I don’t know which one Miss Jun turned to, but her hand stopped. It was still a silver ingot, and there was still a seal on the bottom, but this seal was different from the previous Deshengchang inscription, and it had more words.

"Neichengyunku." She read out, "Fifty taels in August of the third year of Da Yan."

Official silver, or more precisely, Neiku silver, the royal treasury. Although Neiku silver sounds very impressive, since it is a kind of official silver, it is normal to be collected in banknote exchanges.

Is this worth being so cautious and sneaky?

"So these things are actually not a secret at all," said Mrs. Fang.

The real secret is the story behind the silver. Silver alone cannot tell you anything.

Miss Jun also thought of this and put the silver back with some disappointment.

"So besides the imperial edict, the other thing is these official silvers?" she asked.

Old Mrs. Fang said "Oh".

"There is another post," she said, "which has a similar meaning to an imperial edict. It can be used to request the government to mobilize troops, but it can only be used once."

Miss Jun remembered that it was when they ambushed the officers and soldiers who had originally ambushed them on the way back to Yangcheng from Runan.

She then flipped through the shelves for a moment and found that there were quite a few of these official silver clips among the silver bars of Deshengchang.

"Originally, we had more than this," said Mrs. Fang. "We used a lot in the beginning, but later on, as our business got bigger, we no longer needed it."

In other words, official silver became private silver, money made money, and money rolled into money. After so many years, the posts for mobilizing troops and imperial edicts had been withdrawn, and the remaining official silver was also taken back. The relationship between the Fang family and the royal family was completely eliminated, and when Mrs. Fang died, this secret was no longer known to anyone.

"Even though this silver is not evidence, we can't give it to them." Miss Jun put down the silver ingots in her hand and said firmly, "In short, we can't give bad guys what they want."

Old Mrs. Fang laughed and put the silver in her hand back.

"Okay," she said, "Now that it's like this, I'll listen to you this time. Otherwise, our fight over the family property will be too frivolous and more like a show. Let's just keep going."

Miss Jun nodded.

"Thank you, Grandma, for believing in me," she said.

Old Mrs. Fang smiled.

"You want to see more?" she said, looking around the vault.

She's not here to look at the money, Miss Jun shook her head.

"Let's go back," she said, "and discuss what to do next."

Old Mrs. Fang turned around and walked out with her, looking around with some attachment.

"The silver in here is older than you are," she said. "It belonged to your great-grandfather when I was a child."

Miss Jun nodded.

Jun Zhenzhen's great-grandfather was about the same age as her grandfather at that time. Her father was still young and she was not born yet.

“…I heard from your grandfather that it was a difficult time at that time. There were wars everywhere. The Jin people had just invaded and the fear of the emperor being plundered was not over yet. It was really scary to transport so much money from Shandong to Shanxi…” Old Lady Fang continued, and suddenly Miss Jun beside her stopped walking, and the hand that was holding her arm seemed to be shaking slightly.

What's wrong?

Are you scared?

Old Mrs. Fang looked over in surprise. Her vision had already adapted to the night-shining pearl light in the room. She saw the woman's face, which was covered with a layer of pearl light, turn pale.

"What's wrong?" Old Mrs. Fang was startled and asked hurriedly, then she held Miss Jun's hand with her backhand.

The touch is cold and shivering.

"What happened?" Old Mrs. Fang asked anxiously, and looked around subconsciously.

Since the basement is underground and close to the underworld, there are often legends of ghost stories happening there. Could this child have bumped into something?

Miss Jun looked at her, her lips trembling.

"The third year of Taiyan." She uttered four words.

The third year of Taiyan? Old Mrs. Fang was stunned for a moment, looking at the inscription on the silver ingot.

"That time was the third year of Taiyan." Miss Jun looked at her and trembled as she spoke again.

At that time? Old Mrs. Fang was stunned again. What she just said...

"Oh, that's right. When your great-grandfather came from Shandong to Shanxi, it was the third year of Taiyan." She said hurriedly, and patted Miss Jun's back vigorously. "Did you hear your father talk about it? Life was a bit difficult and chaotic at that time, but it's all over. Don't be afraid..."

Before she finished her words, Miss Jun started walking out. Her steps were hurried and staggering, as if there was some hungry wolf or tiger here that was determined to escape.

Could it be that I really have encountered an evil spirit?

Old Mrs. Fang quickly took out the dust whisk from the drawer of the shelf near the door and knocked it hard on the shelf.

"Stop scaring my child!" She raised her brows and glared at him, and started scolding.

Miss Jun, who was about to rush onto the stairs, paused. She knew this because she had seen it with her master. Country women would scold their children when they believed they were possessed by evil spirits, which would scare away the evil spirits.

Miss Jun looked at Old Madam Fang, who was standing in the bank with her hands on her hips, slapping the duster and cursing. She was stunned for a moment but finally said nothing, turned around and walked out quickly.

Old Mrs. Fang was still worried, so she dropped her dust whisk and followed him out. When she closed the basement door and climbed up, she found that Miss Jun was no longer outside.

Maybe she went back to her room first, but when Mrs. Fang asked, she found out that Miss Jun had left the house.

"Where are you going so late?" asked Mrs. Fang in surprise.

The butler shook his head. Miss Jun and the others didn't dare to stop or ask.

What happened? Old Mrs. Fang frowned and looked worried.

…

The door was slammed open with a bang. Zhu Zan, who had just taken off his clothes and got into bed, jumped up in fright. It was certainly not a life-threatening alert, because no one else could break in so skillfully by bypassing the defenses he had set up.

"I said, what do you want to do..." He subconsciously wanted to wrap the quilt around himself, but he was still a step too late. Miss Jun rushed over and grabbed his arm.

"I know, I know what it is," she said hoarsely.

Her face was pale, her voice was trembling, the cool breeze of early autumn brushed her body, and the hot breath from her mouth and nose all hit Zhu Zan who was sitting on the bed.

I have never seen her like this before. The only thing that was similar to her was when Prince Huai was sick.

What happened? Why is she so scared?

Zhu Zan took a deep breath and held her shoulders with his backhand.

"What?" he asked in a deep voice.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"What those people wanted to take away was silver," she said. "That silver was government silver."

Zhu Zan said "oh".

"So what?" He figured it out in an instant and said in a deep voice.

Miss Jun looked at him and trembled her lips.

"Do you know the third year of Taiyan?" She finally said these words.

Zhu Zan didn't even blink.

"In the first year of Taiyan, the Jin people attacked Kaifeng Prefecture and abducted Emperor Renxiao. The late emperor moved south and moved the capital in October. The armies from the north, south, east and west joined forces to drive out the Jin people." He said, "In the third year of Taiyan, we negotiated peace with the Jin people, but the Jin people broke the agreement and killed Emperor Renxiao. The peace talks broke down, and the northern army began a ten-year campaign."

Miss Jun looked at him and lowered her head.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zan asked again in a deep voice.

"The official silver stored in the Fang family's warehouse is from the third year of Taiyan." Miss Jun seemed not to want to look at him, and spoke in a hoarse voice with her head lowered.

Zhu Zan said "oh" and waited for her to continue.

Miss Jun seemed to find it difficult to open her teeth and lowered her head even more.

"In the third year of Taiyan, the Neichengyunku only produced one batch of official silver." She said in a hoarse voice, and could not continue.

Zhu Zan was startled for a moment, then he suddenly came to his senses.

"No, it's just..." he blurted out.

Miss Jun buried her head almost in her chest, but that was not enough so she covered her face with her hands.

Zhu Zan's face turned red and white. He sat on the bed for a long time and then uttered a word into the air.

"Grass."