[Ah, whenever I think about how Zheng Wangba was killed by that damned lunatic in the previous book, leaving all these little treasures buried underground, my heart aches a little.]
[But luckily, I'm here now. They're all mine.]
Qing Qianxue felt a wave of dizziness, but before he could react to it, he swiftly turned around.
Beside him, the guards drew their blades as well.
Then, less than two seconds later, they all put them away again.
"Greetings, National Preceptor."
The three groups entering froze briefly upon recognizing Qing Qianxue, then all saluted with cupped fists.
"Mm."
Qing Qianxue nodded slowly, the wariness fading from his eyes.
[Holy shit, holy shit!!!]
[Why are my second and third brothers here? Why is Zhao Yi here too? Does this make any sense? Wasn't this something I plotted with Fifth Sister?]
[Are they all rushing to the feast? How come the whole gang's here?]
Jiang He and Zhao Yi's brows twitched simultaneously.
Zhao Yi looked around and could not help sighing silently.
How many times had he heard her voice without seeing her now?
He could no longer tell whether that little grandaunt was human or ghost.
Jiang He quietly surveyed their surroundings, unable to keep himself from frowning.
Where was his fifth sister? Where were the people he had assigned to protect her?
And now that he had shown himself, why was that little brat still hiding?
"You've come at just the right time. Those chests contain quite a few fine weapons and suits of armor, as well as plenty of fine iron that hasn't been used yet. Go inspect them and arrange for people to bring them back for His Majesty to see."
Qing Qianxue, however, could not be bothered to dwell on it.
Having people from the Court of Judicial