Grandpa Song Yiren, Grandma Zhao Chunxiang.
In the original owner's memory, the two elderly people treated her very well.
After all, this is a society that favors sons over daughters. Under such circumstances, the two elderly people never showed any dissatisfaction that she was a girl.
It was also exceptionally kind to the original owner, granting almost every request.
Otherwise, the original owner wouldn't have been raised to be so naive, unable to withstand even the slightest hardship.
Thinking of this, Song Qinghe couldn't help but sigh. If she could, she wouldn't want to come here, much less become a thief.
Unfortunately, fate is fickle. I'll repay this favor another time if I have the chance.
With so many treasures, we can't let them fall into the hands of evil people and become a wedding dress for Song Yaoyao, the original female lead.
The elderly couple's bedroom was on the first floor, next to their study, making it convenient for them to come and go as they pleased.
Song Qinghe quickly arrived at the door and gently pushed it open.
Grandpa and Grandma's bedroom was decorated in an antique style, with a canopy bed and a chaise lounge, with mandarin duck pillows and silk quilts on them.
Not far away was a dressing table with an exquisite bronze mirror on it, and many fine combs scattered around it.
It's clear that the owner left in a great hurry.
The image of her grandparents being taken away flashed through Song Qinghe's mind. The old couple were quite principled when they were taken away.
There was no groveling or begging, and no wailing or cursing.
It was as if he already knew everything.
At this moment, the room was quiet and peaceful, with sunlight streaming in through the windows, creating a calm and serene scene, without any sign of an impending storm.
Song Qinghe was clearly seeing such a scene for the first time, yet she had a vague sense of familiarity about it.
Perhaps it was because I had taken too many of their treasures that I felt uneasy.
Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, Song Qinghe simply left behind only some empty boxes, taking away the things that could be taken from the surface. As for the valuable items, she moved them all to her own space.
Why not take advantage of a free lunch?
Don't just let others benefit from it.
If I take it all, maybe one day it will be returned to its rightful owner.
With that thought in mind, Song Qinghe packed her things very quickly. She didn't touch the general layout of the room, still wanting to be wary of that bastard Song Pingsheng.
You can take it when you leave; there's still time.
So that when he comes to ask for the token, he won't be confused and might discover something amiss.
Song Qinghe quickly looted all the valuables in her grandparents' bedroom and moved them all to her basement.
With the experience of opening the secret room last time as a precedent, we had a solid foundation.
After Song Qinghe took everything that was visible, she didn't rush to leave but instead began to explore carefully.
A cunning rabbit has three burrows.
Studies have secret rooms, so it's impossible for a bedroom, such a private place, not to have one.
Song Qinghe decided to search around, but after looking in all the surrounding areas, she didn't find anything directly.
Finally, her gaze fell on the canopy bed, and she walked over to examine it closely.
Sure enough, hard work pays off.
Song Qinghe tapped and pounded on the bed board of the canopy bed, and soon found a protrusion. With a casual press, the bed board, which was originally tightly fitted, immediately opened in front of her.
As before, it was a long passageway leading down a narrow staircase.
Song Qinghe discovered that the layout of this secret room was not much different from the previous one. Below was still an independent secret room, and each secret room was not connected to the others.
This is probably because they're afraid of being wiped out in one fell swoop, leaving them with nothing to recover.
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