The rain grew heavier and heavier.
It pelted against the windows.
The spring rain tore away winter's bleakness, allowing people to breathe a sigh of relief.
Yet this spring rain seeped a bone-chilling cold into people's hearts.
The Minister of Finance looked at his son, and in a daze, thought of many things.
"Go out for a while..."
He rose, took a sheet of paper and a pen from nearby, returned to the sofa, and quickly wrote something down.
The Minister of Finance's son had no idea what was happening. He could only sit to the side and watch.
"This is a very close friend of mine. He's in... Province. Go find him, and he'll tell you what to do."
"If nothing unexpected happens..."
The Minister of Finance fell silent and did not come to his senses for a long time.
It was nearly two minutes before he finally raised his head and looked at his son again. There was something more in his expression.
He reached out and gripped his son's shoulder. The middle-aged man bent down and whispered the location of the family treasure into his child's ear.
Every noble family had somewhere to store its treasures.
Not everyone trusted banks, especially nobles.
They deposited money in banks because, in the eyes of some nobles, money did not represent wealth.
Only gold, silver, jewelry, and all kinds of precious works of art truly represented wealth.
The location of each family's treasure was passed down by word of mouth.
This strengthened the family's cohesion and also prevented traitors within the family from stealing its wealth.
Only the head of the noble family and its heir knew.
The middle-aged man looked at his father in surprise, somewhat bewildered.
"There are still some things in the safe in the Storage Room.