"That is where our young master lives."
At Jiang Xiaobai's question, the servant's expression grew noticeably uneasy. "Our young master suffered cultivation deviation a few years ago and lost his mind."
"He is usually kept locked inside."
The servant lowered his voice. "If you go in rashly, Your Highness, and he happens to hurt you, that would be terrible!"
"Oh?"
Jiang Xiaobai raised his brows slightly.
No wonder.
He had wondered why, despite Chen Zhanqiu being the Minister of Rites, he had never heard anyone in the residence mention his children.
It turned out his son had been locked away here.
"Is this your master's only son?"
Jiang Xiaobai asked casually.
"No."
The servant hastily shook his head. "Our master has a younger son as well, but he is away doing business at present and seldom comes home."
"I see..."
Jiang Xiaobai nodded, then looked toward the tightly shut courtyard gate.
The brass padlock was heavy, and the chain was thick. Clearly, this place was rarely opened.
Jiang Xiaobai walked to the gate and peered through the gap.
But everything inside was quiet, and he could see nothing.
A moment later, Jiang Xiaobai turned to Zhang Xinnian and gave him a signal.
Zhang Xinnian immediately understood.
Clang!
His saber left its sheath, and a flash of steel descended.
With a crack, the thick, heavy chain was severed in a single stroke.
"Your Highness!"
The servant's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively retreated two steps. "You really must not go in there!"
Jiang Xiaobai ignored him. He simply pushed the courtyard gate open and stepped inside.
Tang Ningshuang and Zhang Xinnian glanced at the servant, then naturally followed close behind.
The servant remained outside, his face pale, but he dared not stop them again.
Once inside, Jiang Xiaobai narrowed his eyes