With a gentle tug that took hardly any effort, Ying Sinan got the little girl to follow him obediently.
Her father did not make much effort to stop him either, but...
Ying Sinan swept a suspicious gaze around.
Why did everyone around them seem to have something meaningful lurking in their expressions that he couldn't quite put his finger on?
Ying Sinan paid it no mind. He led the little girl straight to the spot where he had personally buried his "treasures," then crouched down and coaxed her. "Shall we start here?!"
He had been very pleased with this corner when he buried the treasures.
Secluded, concealed, with soft soil.
It had taken little effort to bury the treasures, and others would not easily dig them up.
Jiang Yingcheng tapped the ground twice with her toe.
Shady, concealed, with soft soil.
It would take little effort to bury someone here. Truly an auspicious spot, an essential for murder whether at home or on the road.
The adult and child, harboring entirely different intentions, smiled at each other, their eyes perfectly clear and innocent.
"Then let's get started!"
"Woohoo!!"
This was a relatively level mountain hollow. There were far fewer treasure hunters here than in the places they had passed, with only a scattering of little teams digging and searching nearby in twos and threes.
A little farther away stood a stall devoted to selling digging tools.
Jiao Hongmiao, the Minister of Revenue, cheerfully bought a set of children's tools and delivered them into the little girl's hands, feeling ever more satisfied with this "assistant director of the Ministry of Revenue" he had yet to meet.
Ying Sinan deftly pulled the shovel he had prepared from his saddlebag and began playing a little treasure-hunting game with her.
The court officials exchanged