When Yan Xiangma pushed open the door and entered, Cui Xiaoxin was standing beneath the corridor eaves, staring blankly into space. Her eyes were unfocused, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Several little maids were tidying up inside, sorting and packing whatever could be taken away. Naturally, it was all clothes, books, and the like. Precious gems and jade articles could not possibly be carried out, with soldiers responsible for inspections stationed at the entrance.
Since the people above had ordered the confiscation of their household, how could they possibly let you carry off all your valuables and money? For the Cui Clan, this time had truly been a devastating loss.
Fortunately, their family was large and prosperous, with many businesses outside. Their assets in the open could be confiscated by the state, but their hidden enterprises might luckily survive.
How could a colossal family that had stood for a thousand years without falling lack even the slightest sense of risk? Had no one noticed how every household had been digging tunnels in their courtyards? They did it so that, should disaster ever strike, they could escape with their lives.
"If there's anything you want taken out, just hand it to me." Yan Xiangma stood below the steps and looked into Cui Xiaoxin's eyes. "No matter what, I'm the Supervision Department's Chief Commanding Secretary now. Even the Feather Army, the monarch's personal troops, has to show me some face. They can't very well search me, can they? Do they still want to live?"
"Your cousin has been promoted." Cui Xiaoxin's lips curved slightly, a calm smile on her face.
"They all say that I traded my grandfather and uncle's family members' heads for this position as Chief Commanding Secretary." Yan Xiangma smiled as well, but his words carried