Liang Qianshi could not help but be shocked. She had seen how delighted her husband had been with this precious calligraphy after returning a few days ago. How had he burned it after only such a short while?
"Why are you burning it, husband?"
"If I don't burn it, should I invite disaster?" Liang Yuyin truly loved refinement and elegance. The three perfections of calligraphy, painting, and poetry pained him deeply to destroy, yet he could only watch as the scroll was gradually swallowed by the flames.
Liang Yuyin sighed. "Prince Dai is likely facing more danger than safety. No matter how much I like it, I cannot keep it and bring trouble upon you and the family."
"Alas..." Just as she spoke, a sudden crash came from outside, startling both husband and wife.
What was going on?!
"Who are you people... Ah!" A servant had gone out upon hearing the sound. After only a few words, he let out a cry and fell silent.
Liang Yuyin quickly pushed open the door and looked outside. The scroll in his hand was only a sheet of paper, not yet mounted, and it burned quickly. By now, only a small portion remained unburned. Startled by the crash, he failed to hold it steady, and the nearly burned item fell straight to the ground.
The gates of the residence had already been blasted open from outside. Amid the deathly silence, armored soldiers entered the estate with hands on their sword hilts, forming ranks on either side.
No wonder the servant had fallen silent after that one cry. With such a formation, who would dare make another sound?
Several servants in the courtyard had already fallen to their knees, their faces filled with terror.
Although Liang Yuyin was a Subordinate Fifth Rank official and