That evening, Nian Huaizhong did not return to the Prince Chen's residence. The guards reported that Nian Huaizhong had made many new discoveries in the Rongzhu Courtyard, which were much more efficient than their own search.
Some of the hidden compartments were so well concealed that they could be opened in places they never expected.
In addition, there are underground compartments hidden beneath the bricks and stones, but not all of them contain anything.
Su Wenyuan looked at the items and said, "Are these things very valuable? Why are you hiding them? Wang Shi and Su Yuan have lived here for so many years, haven't they noticed?"
Ye Shan replied, "The places with hidden compartments are all in remote locations, like warehouses, and no one usually goes in."
Sheng Jingyu said, "Let's investigate the entire Su residence."
Su Wenyuan nodded in agreement, then added, "The Marquis of Anle's mansion was hiding something. During the raid, someone deliberately vandalized the place. They knocked down the floor tiles not because they wanted to take them, but because they were looking for something. Did they find it?"
Sheng Jingyu looked at the things on the table and said, "I don't know if we found it or not, but is it making a mountain out of a molehill just to look for these things?"
They studied these things for a long time but found no clues.
The wine pot is made of bronze, but Ankawa Kingdom no longer uses bronze. Judging from the rust and style, it is something that has been passed down from Qikong Kingdom.
Qikong Kingdom was once a great power, but later uprisings broke out in various places. Among them, the most valiant were Anchuan and Fuchuan. In the end, they stormed the capital and split Qikong Kingdom in two, which led to the later Anchuan and Fuchuan Kingdoms.
Thirty years ago, someone, under the banner of restoring a kingdom, attacked and occupied Bucheon, which later became the Kingdom of Qikong.
"After the two countries partitioned Qikong Kingdom, what happened to its contents?" Su Wenyuan asked.
Sheng Jingyu said, "It will be divided equally. The valuable items will be kept separately, while the junk should be piled up in the corner of the warehouse."
In other words, the Marquis of Anle collected a bunch of junk...
Su Wenyuan suddenly had a bold guess and frowned, saying, "If these things have no secrets and are just the hobbies of Marquis Anle, then have we gone in the wrong direction?"
"yes."
There are no secrets at the moment. If Marquis Anle simply enjoys collecting and has created some hidden compartments for his collection, then it's not entirely incomprehensible...
After all, they are rich and powerful. Even if they paved the ground with gold, no one would question it. With money, they can build whatever they want.
Entrusting the collection to Yu Qingzhu may also be a way of passing it down through generations.
Many of Su Wenyuan's dowry items were jewels that had been collected through the efforts of several generations. The Yu family had this tradition since their ancestors.
They may also guard some of the collections for generations.
Sheng Jingyu hesitated, constantly observing Su Wenyuan's expression. Only after finding that she wasn't too disappointed did he speak, "These things are basically worthless. Father Emperor shouldn't kill people to take them."
His main point was that having Nian Huaizhong study these things was misguided.
Su Wenyuan thought for a moment and said, "The person who ordered the smashing of the Marquis of Anle's mansion was not the Emperor. He had no idea that the Marquis of Anle's mansion was hiding something. I still can't figure out why he killed the Marquis of Anle."
If you want to find out why the emperor took action, you are indeed looking in the wrong direction. The emperor was unaware of the hidden compartments and the concealed items.
But if we investigate who else besides the Emperor wants to harm Marquis Anle, this direction might be correct.
Su Wenyuan couldn't be sure, after all, the things she found out left her completely confused and seemed meaningless at the moment.
Who would go to such lengths to find these things? And if not these, then what are they looking for?
Seeing her worried expression, Sheng Jingyu quickly advised, "It's getting late, you should rest first."
"Alright." Su Wenyuan sighed, packed her things, and went to bed.
At the Su residence, Su Yuan drank another bowl of medicine before going to bed; it was a calming medicine prescribed by the doctor.
Not long after drinking it, he felt a little uncomfortable, but thought he would feel better after a nap, so he ignored it.
When he woke up, it was still not fully light. He felt heavy and his arms and legs were difficult to move.
He wanted to call someone in, but found that he couldn't speak clearly, his words were mumbled, and saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Su Yuan was shocked and struggled desperately to shout, but he could not make a loud sound and could only utter a few indistinct syllables.
The servant on night duty was half asleep and didn't hear it.
It wasn't until Su Yuan struggled and fell off the bed, making a loud noise, that the servant outside heard it and hurriedly got up and rushed in.
"Call...call a doctor..." Su Yuan's face was slanted, his mouth turned up, his hands were hunched over in front of him, and he kept twitching.
The servant woke up everyone in the mansion and then went to fetch the doctor.
When the doctor arrived, the mansion was filled with weeping; it was like a funeral.
Su Lin'er stood there expressionless, completely at a loss for what to do.
One problem after another arises, and things keep happening one after another. What can she do now?
After taking his pulse, the doctor said he was anxious and worried, and often got angry and irritable. In addition, the wind had been strong these past two days, and he had caught a cold. He said that if he took good care of himself, he might recover.
At the same time, the doctor also prescribed several remedies and handed them to Su Lin'er.
Su Lin'er didn't take it. She turned to look at the concubines, who immediately stopped crying, their eyes darting around, showing no intention of coming forward.
Whoever takes this prescription pays for it.
Su Lin'er sneered, "Who wanted to manage the household before? Perfect timing, my father is ill, and everything in the mansion needs someone to take care of it."
No one was willing to take on the task; they all avoided it.
When they have money, they are willing to take on any role, hoping to make a little extra money.
How can we manage things when we have no money?
Su Lin'er took the prescription and said, "Since no one is willing, I will do it. But please don't be picky and have too many faults."
The aunts nodded obediently, as obedient as could be.
Su Lin'er first released Su Xian and gave him a task: to take care of Su Yuan.
Although there are servants in the mansion, sometimes they are inevitably negligent.
Given Su Yuan's current condition, he can barely speak properly, so if someone neglects him, they're unlikely to even know it.
Su Xian was filled with remorse and couldn't help but cry. In the end, he promised to do his best.
Su Lin'er changed into a simple dress, intending to enter the palace for an audience. She needed to send someone to deliver a message and also inform the Emperor.
The emperor learned of this as soon as he got up.
He stayed in the Empress's palace last night, and the Empress overheard this and was greatly shocked.
"How could he suddenly have a stroke? Let's send two imperial physicians over to take a look," the Empress suggested.
The Emperor ordered in a deep voice, "Summon two imperial physicians to take a look and determine what medicine is needed. Have it prepared from the palace so that Lord Su can rest and recover before returning to court."
The Emperor actually believed from the bottom of his heart that Su Yuan would not recover, and had even already thought about who would replace Su Yuan.
Since Su Yuan hadn't made any contributions over the years, the Emperor didn't feel it was a great pity that he was replaced.
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