Chapter 526 [Backpack Obtained]
Prince Zhao's Palace.
The Xin family was all in the palace at this time, and Prince Zhao's mansion was much quieter than usual.
In the corridor of the garden, Yan Yi, the chief steward of Prince Zhao's mansion, was wearing a purple steward's uniform and a pair of black brocade boots.
He was only in his early thirties, but he was able to control hundreds of servants in Prince Zhao's mansion.
A patrol team of Xin family soldiers met Yan Yi in the garden.
"Strict management."
Xin Jiajun greeted the manager very politely.
Less than two months after they returned to the capital, they already felt that Manager Yan had managed Prince Zhao's Mansion in perfect order, worthy of being trained by Princess Jin.
Yan Yi also greeted the patrolling Xin family army respectfully and politely: "Brothers, it has been a turbulent time recently. You have worked hard on patrol."
The patrol leader smiled and said, "This job is much easier than the battles we used to fight at the border. It won't be a problem."
"I'd also like to trouble Manager Yan to take the trouble to coordinate and have his men pay close attention to the situation at Fu Mansion. If anything unusual happens, report it immediately to our Xin Family Army."
Yan Yi nodded: "Of course, of course."
As the chief steward of Prince Zhao's Mansion, he was familiar with the patrol rules of the Xin family army. After glancing at the still bright sky, he turned and went into his steward's room.
If nothing unexpected happens, the master will send someone to deliver the message to me later.
At night.
The night was as dark as ink, and Prince Zhao's mansion was silent. Only a few dim lanterns swayed in the wind, casting mottled shadows.
Yan Yi stood in the corner of the mansion, clutching a piece of paper tightly in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly. The note was written in his master's familiar handwriting, short and cold: "Get the backpack."
He took a deep breath and placed the note on the candlestick on the desk. The note burned to ashes in the flame.
Yan Yi looked up towards the northwest of Prince Zhao's Mansion. He had seen the blueprints of Prince Zhao's Mansion. There was a basement hidden under the warehouse in the northwest corner. It had the most sophisticated mechanisms and a secret exit leading to the outside.
The purpose of their trip is likely hidden among them.
The master said that there was a treasure hidden in Prince Zhao's mansion that could change the situation in the world.
The master has coveted this treasure for a long time. Today he finally found out what it is and ordered him to take action himself.
Yan Yi changed into night clothes, bypassed the patrolling Xin family army, and came to the northwest corner of Prince Zhao's Mansion.
As soon as Yan Yi arrived to eat, nine shadows appeared from the northwest corner of Prince Zhao's mansion.
These people were all the master's spies planted in Prince Zhao's mansion: gardeners, carpenters, and maids...
It’s a pity that the Princess of Jin’s selection criteria are too strict, and placing ten spies, including him, in the Prince Zhao’s Mansion is already the limit.
These ten people are the best of the best.
"action."
Yan Yi gave a low order, and the nine men in black behind him quickly dispersed and sneaked into the mansion like ghosts.
Having received professional training, they are familiar with every corner here, but even so, facing the mechanisms of the second son Xin Cheng, a master of mechanisms, they are still walking on thin ice.
The group quietly knocked down the guard guarding the warehouse in the northwest corner.
The Zhao Palace was always heavily guarded at night, but tonight it was exceptionally quiet, as if even the wind had held its breath.
Yan Yi felt a little uneasy, but his master's order was as heavy as a mountain, and he had no choice. Success or failure depended on tonight.
There was a sense of oppression in the air.
Yan Yi raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, and stared ahead with a serious look.
The entrance to the secret room was blocked by a heavy stone door with intricate carvings on it, and traces of mechanical gears could be vaguely seen.
"Be careful, the mechanism here is very serious." He warned in a low voice and then took the first step forward.
However, the moment they stepped into the secret room, the ground suddenly collapsed. The two men in black were caught off guard and fell into a bottomless trap. Their screams echoed in the darkness.
Yan Yi's heart tightened, but he did not dare to hesitate at all and continued to move forward.
The road ahead was thrilling, with dense arrows shooting from the walls, sharp chains hanging from the ceiling, and deadly poison needles hidden in the floor.
With every step forward, someone fell. Cold sweat oozed from Yan Yi's forehead, but he knew that retreating was no longer an option.
"Follow me!"
He shouted in a low voice, with unquestionable authority in his voice.
The remaining two spies followed closely, their eyes filled with fear, but more of a desire for the secret treasure their master had mentioned.
If they get the backpack, they won't have to hide in Prince Zhao's palace as undercover agents anymore, and they will be rich and powerful and promoted...
Thinking of this, the men in black became jealous.
However, after passing through numerous obstacles, there was only one person left by Yan Yi's side.
Deep in the secret room, a backpack lay quietly on a stone platform. It had signs of wear and tear, and looked like it had been used for a long time. However, it was covered with a brocade mat and covered with a layer of "clothes". It seemed that the owner of the backpack treasured it very much.
Yan Yi quickly stepped forward and reached out to take it, but the moment he touched the backpack, the entire secret room began to shake violently, and huge stones from the ceiling fell.
"Go!"
Yan Yi shouted, grabbed the backpack, turned around and rushed out.
However, the last person left by his side was hit by falling rocks while trying to save Yan Yi and fell to the ground instantly.
Yan Yi's heart was beating like a drum, and the only sounds in his ears were his own breathing and the roar of falling rocks.
He tried his best and finally escaped from the secret exit leading to the outside of the mansion just before the secret room completely collapsed.
Under the moonlight, Yan Yi was covered in blood, holding the backpack tightly in his arms.
Sitting in the carriage that his master had already prepared, Yan Yi's heart could not calm down for a long time. The mechanism of Prince Zhao's Mansion was really too powerful! Even though he was familiar with the blueprints, he was the only one who escaped out of the ten people.
"Master, the backpack... I brought it back." He murmured softly, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, and held on until the carriage stopped.
Yan Yi carried the backpack and walked quickly into the small courtyard in the valley.
In the courtyard, a man in a black robe was standing with his back to him. Hearing the footsteps, the man slowly turned around, revealing a stern face. It was Zheng Qin.
"You're here." Zheng Qin's voice was low and cold, as if without a trace of emotion.
"Master, the backpack is here." Yan Yi knelt on one knee and presented the backpack with both hands.
Zheng Qin took the backpack, and a greedy glint flashed in his eyes.
He looked at the backpack carefully, as if he was admiring a priceless treasure.
"Very good, you did a great job." Zheng Qin said lightly, then waved his hand, "Go down and have a good rest."
Yan Yi retreated upon hearing this, but before he had taken a few steps, someone stabbed him in the waist, and blood stained his clothes red.
Yan Yi opened his eyes wide, then fought desperately, his eyes swollen and red.
He followed his master when he was in the Donghai fishing village, but his master turned around and ungrateful!
In the end, Yan Yi was exhausted and fell in a pool of blood.
His vision gradually blurred, and all that remained in his ears was Zheng Qin's cold voice: "Get rid of him, don't leave any traces behind."
The men in black quickly stepped forward and dragged Yan Yi's body away.
Under the moonlight, Zheng Qin was the only one left in the courtyard. He looked down at the backpack in his hand, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"The backpack that changed everything is finally mine."
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