Previously, his thinking had fallen into a fixed pattern. He had never considered Jing City—or rather, Jingcheng Museum. After all, if this was where King of Jiangling had stored the Jade Disk of Creation, then from another perspective, it seemed impossible that he would also have placed his Emperor traits here.
Shen Qian strode into the museum. Seeing someone ignore the cordon and walk straight in, the security staff were about to rebuke him when they recognized Shen Qian's face. After their initial shock, they froze.
"Mar... Marquis of Dingguo?"
The security guards' voices were filled with stunned respect.
After the last Marquis Council, although Shen Qian had paid no attention to it afterward, the Marquis Council had still bestowed a title upon him according to custom.
The two words "Dingguo" carried immense weight. Shen Qian himself did not care much, but ordinary people had discussed it for a long time. As for the youngest Wang Hou in history, the people of Jing City were naturally endlessly proud. In a sense, Shen Qian had already replaced the Marquis of Jingcheng as the city's new legend.
"Is anyone inside?"
Shen Qian nodded slightly and asked.
"The entire city is under martial law right now, and the museum is closed as well... Marquis of Dingguo, are you...?"
One of the security guards asked cautiously.
"I'm going in to take a look." Shen Qian started walking inward, then remembered something and turned back. "You should all get off work and go home to see your families."
"Yes!"
Shen Qian's words seemed to carry some sort of magic. The museum staff unconsciously obeyed, hurrying away without the slightest doubt.
Shen Qian stepped into the empty museum. After sensing his surroundings briefly, his figure flashed, and he arrived at Exhibition Hall Seven.
As he surveyed