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Li Butler had made up his mind not to speak, his vigilant gaze turning dull as he attempted to bluff his way through. But how could he deceive Sang Qingxiao?
Sang Qingxiao grabbed him by the collar. "What you have seen today has already surpassed your understanding in this lifetime, hasn't it? But let me tell you, this is far from over!"
Ling Qian had gotten herself into trouble, and the prince was implicated because of her. That man had taken her body, and despite searching the city thoroughly, they could not find any trace of them.
As long as that man remained hidden, your master would never find peace. He had vanished without a trace and showed no signs of leaving the estate. I have reason to suspect he is still within the mansion.
Where in the mansion could he hide? Among all the people, you, as the steward, should know best. If you pretend to be ignorant and do not cooperate, I will have no choice but to conduct a search.
But if we waste time and allow that man to escape and hide in the shadows waiting for revenge, can you bear the consequences?
"Is that man really in the mansion?"
There is no evidence, only speculation. But speculation is based on reasoning; controlling so many people suddenly suggests he cannot be far away. The Office of Censors has already mobilized, and even the prince's household has been searched. Only the Prince's Mansion and the palace remain unexamined.
With this rhythmic knocking sound, the likelihood increases.
Li Butler felt helpless, sensing that no matter what choice he made, it would be wrong. He glanced at Qin Junxiang, who lay unconscious on the bed. Sighing inwardly, he realized that even if he remained silent, they would still search. If that person truly was here and his concealment failed him, he would have no way out.
With gritted teeth, he closed his eyes and revealed several locations of secret rooms. After speaking, he looked pleadingly at Sang Qingxiao. The prince had once cared for the young Yongxin Marquis; Miss Sang only needed to find someone to enter the secret room—she should avoid making any unnecessary moves that might complicate matters for Yongxin Marquis and the prince.
Qilang led a team to search; I will convey your message.
Sang Qingxiao turned and left the room.
Even if the servants were under control, they would not retreat when faced with violence. However, they could not match skilled fighters; within just a short time of entering the room, they were subdued.
The guards acted with restraint, causing minimal injury.
Sang Qingxiao conveyed her message and provided several more locations.
Qilang divided the guards into several teams and instructed them to come out if they did not find anyone. Sang Qingxiao did not let Qilang accompany her; Qilang understood—Miss Sang, which place do you suspect most?
In Ling Qian's room was a secret chamber that Li Butler had learned about by chance but had not disclosed to the prince under her temptation. Why was there a secret chamber? Li Butler did not ask further; he assumed it was simply a place for a woman to hide some private savings from her husband.
He arranged for several of their strongest members to guard inside while bringing out Yong Huai. The three of them headed toward Ling Qian's room, which appeared much neglected after just a few days of absence.
Upon lifting the floorboard, they could see the entrance. The moment it was uncovered, Sang Qingxiao knew they had found what they were looking for; the rhythmic knocking sound was not only felt but also clearly heard coming from deep within the underground passage.
Hiding private savings? Ha! Did it really need to be buried this deep?
Anxiousness quickened her pace; within a few breaths, she saw the original appearance of the secret chamber—about ten square meters in length and width—with oil lamps lining the walls illuminating everything clearly inside.
In the center of the chamber lay dozens of whale skeletons. Though large in size and stacked upon one another, they barely formed a group while still leaving plenty of space around them.
In front of him were incense candles, and there were also two figures kneeling, well, humanoid shapes.
The sound he had sensed earlier was indeed coming from one of those figures. The familiar stench was even stronger than before. Their clothing was loose and tattered, and their necks were little more than skin stretched over bone, with protruding blood vessels that seemed to have shriveled considerably.
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