The next morning, both Popov and Anthony woke up very late. Being old and shrewd, Popov felt a discomfort in his neck after waking up, and the fact that he woke up so late was unusual. When he learned that his grandson Anthony had also woken up late, he immediately became alarmed and began to search the house, but found nothing amiss.
When he entered the study upstairs, the portrait of the high priest was nowhere to be seen, and he was immediately somewhat moved. Anthony was also full of disbelief.
Another thorough investigation yielded no results. As if remembering something, old Popov said to Anthony, "Come with me to the study on the first floor."
Anthony looked at old Popov, as if to say, "Grandfather..."
Old Popov steadied himself and said, "Let's go see it first."
Then Anthony helped old Popov to the study on the first floor.
Old Popov looked at the polar bear figurine and said to Anthony, "Open it."
Anthony pressed the button on the polar bear figurine, and steps slowly appeared. Anthony helped old Popov into the treasure room. When he saw the empty room, his face turned pale, he couldn't speak, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Ignoring the theft of the treasure, Anthony had no choice but to carry old Popov out of the treasure room and find a doctor to treat him. Once old Popov had calmed down and was able to speak, he said to Anthony, "Go and see how the next level of the treasure room is doing. Let me know when you're done."
Anthony found a servant to look after him, left old Popov's room, and hurried to the study on the first floor. When he arrived at the study, Anthony went to the treasure room and saw that the room was empty. He felt his hair stand on end and broke out in a cold sweat.
He hurried back to see old Anthony and sent the servants away. Old Popov had a guess when he saw the look on his face as he entered, but when he heard Anthony say with his own ears, "Grandfather, it's empty, completely empty, there's nothing left," Anthony's voice trembled.
This time, old Popov remained silent. He felt as if he were no longer in bed, but floating in the air, his soul and body separated.
After seeing that the first treasure room was empty, he probably guessed that the second one might not be able to be saved!
Losing a precious item that you can't move is far less heartbreaking than losing a precious item that you can move.
However, the fear in my heart continued to spread uncontrollably, with nowhere to go.
"Grandfather," Anthony finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Do you think it might be..."
"Investigate first, then we'll talk." Old Popov's voice was also deep and full of suppressed emotion.
And so, the Popov family quietly began investigating the theft without ever reporting it to the police.
After searching high and low, I found nothing.
“Grandfather, if it was done by human hands, it's impossible that there wouldn't be any trace left. So many things would require two large trucks to transport, but there wasn't even a small truck. That's not normal. Besides, moving things in a short time couldn't be done by one or two people. There's also been no news of any treasures entering the black market during this period. It's like they just vanished into thin air.”
What he didn't say was whether it was someone from the Nalan family who took it away. There were many legends about the Nalan family back then, all about their unfathomable abilities. If it was them who did it, it wouldn't be surprising at all.
In particular, the painting also disappeared.
What he's more worried about now is what will happen to the Popov family if the Nalan family shows up and takes away the treasure.
Old Popov was worried too! He was also worried, because the older people get, the more afraid they are of death, especially with that strange illness in their family. But he was panicked and couldn't let his grandson know, otherwise his grandson would be even more frightened.
"Check first."
The Popov family was so busy investigating the theft of their treasure that they forgot about An Moxue.
After learning the reasons why the Popov family had come to her, An Moxue thought about how to resolve the situation. If she could use such a large family, many things would be expedited.
For this reason, An Moxue would either prepare for the next mission or analyze two blood samples after school every day, look for clues in the family's collection of books, and instruct people to keep a close eye on the Popov family's news.
Persistence pays off. After several nights of searching, I finally found a prescription in a book on poisons. It also detailed the usage, symptoms of poisoning, and antidote, which was very similar to the one from Popov's family.
An Moxue thought that she still had to produce it. Only with a comparison could she know what to do next.
With further discoveries, An Moxue also had the time and inclination to examine the treasures in the first treasure room.
That display shelf was made of ironwood and was filled with large ornaments, jade carvings, coral carvings, ivory carvings, sandalwood carvings, all with smooth carvings and excellent quality. They were all exquisite pieces, as well as porcelain and ancient bronzes. The most rare item was a set of sacrificial tripods, which looked very old.
An Moxue opened the camphor wood chests again. Each chest was the same size and exquisitely crafted.
At first, there were neatly stacked gold bars, then several boxes of gold and silver coins of various colors, followed by various gemstones, and then exquisitely crafted jewelry.
An Moxue was overwhelmed by the sights and secretly delighted. "No one gets fat without night grass," she thought. Although she already had many of these things, she still liked them very much. In her spare time, she could pick a few to wear in her space, put on pretty clothes, apply exquisite makeup, and take photos to enjoy herself!
Thank you, our ancestors!
An Moxue picked up this and looked at it, then picked up that and looked at it again. She loved them all!
Thank you again, our ancestors!
That evening, when Wu Sicheng arrived, he was surprised to see An Moxue in such a good mood. "What's wrong? Why are you so happy?"
An Moxue turned her head to look at him, and asked with a smile, "You can tell?"
This good mood also infected Wu Sicheng, who replied with a smile, "Yes, I'm filled with joy."
He looked at her, as if asking, "What good news? Share it with us?"
An Moxue thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the business deal is progressing smoothly. I received a call today, and we don't have to rely on our savings anymore."
"You're still short of money, and you're so happy about just one deal?"
"It's different. Which is better, relying on one's ancestors or being self-reliant? Of course, it's better to have ancestors to rely on and also be self-reliant."
This was the first time Wu Sicheng had heard such a view. He had been taught since childhood to serve the country and its people, to be self-reliant and have enough to eat, and not to depend on the achievements of his ancestors. This was the first time he had heard anyone say that it was a good thing to live off one's ancestors.
"Isn't sponging off one's ancestors a sign of a lack of ambition? Why do I get the feeling that you're actually quite proud and self-satisfied? Isn't that just being a parasite?"
"If you're going to leech off your ancestors, shouldn't the ancestors at least have something for their descendants to leech off?"
"yes."
"Does that mean his ancestors were capable, talented, knowledgeable, ambitious, and wealthy—even just one of these qualities would suffice? If his ancestors were unworthy, wouldn't they drag his descendants down with them?"
"yes."
"So tell me, is it good or bad to rely on one's ancestors for sustenance?"
"Fine!" At this moment, Wu Sicheng had only one thought in his mind: I can't argue with her, so I have to admit defeat.
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