The lights in the Fang family mansion were bright, the atmosphere was gloomy, and the servants who came and went had a look of fear on their faces.

Fang Chengyu was pulled back by a carriage and carried down by someone, just like Old Lady Fang and Old Master Fang.

Did you think the death curse had been broken come back again?

Yuanshi lifted the curtain and walked out of Fang Chengyu's room. Her eyes were red and she wiped them with a handkerchief.

"Okay, let's all go." She said, waving her hand.

Everyone in the yard hurried out.

"You didn't even hire a doctor. Is that right?"

"Don't talk nonsense! It won't happen!"

"I hope not. That way my life will be meaningful and the young master is so amazing."

The servants left with a whisper and anxiety.

The yard became quiet and the atmosphere in the house became more solemn.

"Who on earth is this person?" Old Mrs. Fang said gloomily as she sat on the chair.

"Who else could it be? The Northland incident was so serious, and he must have been the one who got into trouble." Madam Fang said coldly, "This is just the beginning."

Their words and expressions were angry, but they were not sad. It seemed that they only cared about what happened and not about the people.

"No, mother."

A clear male voice rang out.

Looking for the source of the sound, I saw Fang Chengyu lying on the bed inside.

Sisters Fang Yunxiu and Yuxiu were sitting by the bed and glared at him when they heard what he said.

"Please keep your mouth shut," they whispered.

Mrs. Fang became even angrier.

"No? If you hadn't spent so much money in the North and had to close the North Bank, and if so many rumors hadn't spread, how would you have had to go out and socialize with people every day? Otherwise, how would you have given others the opportunity to take advantage of you?" she shouted.

"Mother, how can a businessman not socialize?" Fang Chengyu said, "If..."

"Chengyu, can't you just listen to what your mother says?" Fang Yunxiu suddenly stood up and interrupted him. "I know you don't want others to say anything bad about her, and don't want others to think that she is wrong, but what is wrong with your mother? She just cares about you, why do you have to disappoint her?"

The room fell silent, and everyone looked towards Fang Yunxiu with a look of slight surprise.

Fang Yunxiu has always been concerned with business accounts and obeyed others. She has never had her own ideas and has never blamed anyone.

"It turns out that my elder sister also has a temper." Fang Yuxiu said with a smile.

Mrs. Fang also had a complicated look on her face. She had always thought that her eldest daughter was a little dull, but she never expected her to be such a thoughtful child.

Fang Chengyu got off the bed, walked a few steps to Mrs. Fang and knelt down.

"Mom, I was wrong," he said. "I knew that you never objected to what I did, but you were just worried about me, but I laughed at your worry."

After saying this, kowtow and then raise your head.

"If my mother and grandmother were afraid of danger, how could they have managed to run the family business for more than a decade?"

Mrs. Fang looked at him, sighed, and then smiled.

"You know everything, but you're just pretending to be confused with me," she said.

"I also don't want to worry my mother." Fang Chengyu said, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a circle of woven red rope tied around his wrist, decorated with colorful knots, "This is a gift from Jiuling. Snakes, insects and poisonous ants stay away from it."

He unbuttoned his collar, revealing a coat of armor underneath.

"This is the one that Jiuling gave me. It can't be pierced by a knife or arrow. Also..."

Mrs. Fang interrupted him.

"It seems that she also knows how dangerous what she is asking you to do is," she said.

Fang Chengyu was silent for a moment.

"Mother, it's not that what she asked me to do is dangerous, but that our Fang family has always been in danger." He said, "I am not making excuses for her again to disappoint you, although I did make such excuses because I didn't want to disappoint her."

He looked at Old Lady Fang.

"My grandmother never told me the origin of that imperial edict. It was this imperial edict that made our Fang family rich, but it was also this imperial edict that caused my grandfather and father to die one after another. Although Li County ordered the execution of Manager Song, has the danger really been resolved?"

No solution? The expressions of the people in the room changed slightly.

Fang Chengyu smiled.

"The Imperial Edict is not like anything else. Is it possible that you can take it for yourself by killing us?"

"How can this person be so sure that killing a family with an imperial decree will not result in death, but will bring him wealth and honor?"

As he spoke, he looked at Old Lady Fang.

"Did someone promise him something?"

It is obvious that an imperial edict, as powerful as it is, is not something a county magistrate can promise.

Who could that be?

The room was dead silent.

…

The night in the palace was dark. The lights in the emperor's bedroom were on, and a row of Jinyiwei and imperial guards stood cross-legged in the corridor.

There were also eunuchs and palace maids hanging down their hands.

Everyone knew that the emperor was diligent and was busier at night than during the day, so more people served him.

At this time, the lights were on inside, but the emperor was sleeping soundly behind the drawn curtains. However, he seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, and his breathing became more and more rapid, until a coughing sound came from his throat. He clutched his chest tightly, let out a muffled groan, and suddenly sat up.

"Someone come!" he shouted.

Immediately a eunuch came in and answered from outside the curtain.

"His Majesty!"

Hearing the sound, the emperor sitting on the bed's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and he looked around as if to confirm where he was.

"Tea." He recovered and said slowly.

The curtains were carefully drawn aside by the eunuchs, and hot tea was brought in. The emperor took a few sips and casually picked up the opened memorial on the table beside the bed.

It seemed that he had been reviewing all the time.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest." The eunuch said with a distressed look on his face, "The dragon's body is in danger."

The emperor nodded, but his eyes did not leave the memorial.

"Go down," he said.

It was already dawn in the east, and the room seemed even darker. The eunuch added a few more lamps, lowered the curtains, and left.

The emperor threw the memorial on the table, spread his arms and legs and lay back down.

"My mother is the same. She even orders me to read memorials. Being an emperor is so hard. What's the point of being one?" He murmured with some disdain.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the eunuch's low report outside.

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Yuan is here."

Upon hearing the name, the emperor, who was about to sit up, spread his arms and legs and continued to lie down.

"Proclaim," he said.

With light footsteps, the curtains were lifted, and a person walked in with thick night dew.

He bowed his head and knelt down humbly, and when he saw that the emperor, who was sitting on the dragon bed without any manners, was not surprised, he knelt down.

"Are those things still there?" the emperor asked with his eyes closed.

The man raised his head and the light illuminated his face. It was a fair face, he was in his thirties or forties, with ordinary looks. If Miss Jun were there, she would recognize that this was the old man whom she was surprised to meet in Yangcheng, the eunuch Yuan Bao.

At this time he had no beard.

"All the important things are still there." Eunuch Yuan said, "The Fang family didn't use them as promised, and they kept it a secret. Only one survivor can know it."

The emperor reached out and slapped the bed hard.

"But I don't want anyone who knows this secret to live!" he shouted, opening his eyes and sitting up. "You haven't brought the things back in all these years. Do you want it to be passed down through the generations of the Fang family?"