End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The air in the study was so heavy that it was suffocating.

Fan Mengmeng held Teng Junze's hand tightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her palms.

She could feel Teng Junze's body tense, like a bow ready to be released.

They exchanged a look, and everything was said without words.

How much does Master Zhao know?

How should they respond?

"Young Master, Master Zhao is here!" Xiaodong's voice trembled slightly, breaking the silence in the study.

Teng Junze took a deep breath, let go of Fan Mengmeng's hand, walked to the desk and sat down, his expression returning to his usual calmness, as if the tension just now was just an illusion.

Fan Mengmeng also walked to a chair nearby and sat down, straightening her back, ready to face this silent battle.

The moment Master Zhao stepped into the study, his eyes swept over Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng like a poisonous snake.

A cold smile appeared on his lips, and he said with a bow, "Sir, I wonder what is the important matter that has summoned me here so late at night?"

Teng Junze didn't say anything, but just looked at him quietly, his eyes so deep that people couldn't see through his thoughts.

This silence was more oppressive than any words, and it made Master Zhao feel a little uneasy.

"Sir, I have devoted myself to the Teng Mansion for many years. I wonder..." Master Zhao paused, a hint of grievance in his tone, "Why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that you have believed some slander and suspect that I am disloyal to the Teng Mansion?"

Fan Mengmeng sneered in her heart. This Master Zhao was really good at acting. It was obvious that he had ulterior motives, but he pretended to be a victim.

"Master Zhao, you're worrying too much," Teng Junze finally spoke, his voice low and powerful, "but there are some things that I need Master to explain clearly."

"Explain? Explain what?" Master Zhao pretended to be confused, but his eyes flickered.

"For example," Teng Junze picked up the book on the table, opened the page, and pointed at the words on it, "How do you explain these words, Master?"

Master Zhao's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He forced a smile and said, "Sir, this is just a random doodle by a villain. Don't take it seriously."

"Random graffiti?" Teng Junze sneered, "Master's random graffiti is surprisingly consistent with reality."

Beads of sweat oozed from Master Zhao's forehead. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about. Could it be that this girl," he pointed at Fan Mengmeng, his tone becoming sharp, "said something in front of you? To sow discord between you and me?"

His words immediately caused the servants in the mansion, who had already doubted Fan Mengmeng's identity, to start talking about it.

Teng Junze's reputation was also affected, and some servants began to whisper, suspecting that he had been bewitched by a witch.

Fan Mengmeng was furious and was about to open her mouth to refute, but she saw Xiaodong step out...

Xiaodong took a step forward, holding a stack of papers tightly in her hand. Although her voice was slightly trembling, she was extremely firm: "Master Zhao, do you dare to say that these are not your handwriting?" She threw the papers in her hand on the table, and the papers scattered, revealing that they were evidence of the correspondence between Master Zhao and the mysterious man.

Although the evidence was incomplete, as if part of it had been deliberately torn off, the remaining content was enough to make Master Zhao's expression stiff. His originally rosy face instantly turned pale, as if covered with a thick layer of lime.

"This...this..." Master Zhao pointed at the letters, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

His confident look collapsed in an instant, replaced by panic.

"What? Master Zhao, do you have anything else to say?" Fan Mengmeng looked at Master Zhao with a sneer, feeling secretly happy.

She had known for a long time that this old fox would not admit it easily, but she did not expect Xiaodong to be able to find such crucial evidence.

Master Zhao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He rolled his eyes and quickly thought of a solution.

"These... these letters are forged! Someone is deliberately framing me!" He pointed at Fan Mengmeng and said sharply, "It must be this witch! She and the young master are in cahoots to drive me out of the Teng Mansion!"

He spoke these words righteously, as if he was the real victim.

Some servants who did not know the truth began to whisper, and looked at Fan Mengmeng with suspicion and hostility.

"Master Zhao, you're still trying to quibble!" Xiaodong shouted angrily. "Everyone in the mansion knows the handwriting on these letters is yours. What else can you deny?"

"Hmph, just because handwriting can be imitated doesn't prove anything!" Master Zhao snorted coldly, a sinister glint in his eyes. "I've worked diligently for the Teng Mansion for so many years. Even if I haven't made any contributions, I've certainly worked hard. How could you, young master, believe the slander of this witch and treat me like this?"

The atmosphere in the study was tense, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Fan Mengmeng looked at Master Zhao's hypocritical face, anger boiling in her heart. Just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, she felt a warm big hand holding her hand tightly.

She turned to look at Teng Junze, only to see that his eyes were deep and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Master Zhao," Teng Junze said slowly, his voice low and powerful, "I will investigate what you said. But before that..." He paused, his eyes sharp as a torch, staring directly at Master Zhao, "You'd better tell me the truth. Who do you belong to?"

Master Zhao's face changed, and he subconsciously took a step back, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't utter a word.

He looked at Teng Junze in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief... "You...how could you..."

Teng Junze held Fan Mengmeng's hand tightly. Warm and firm strength came from his palm, silently conveying comfort and encouragement.

Fan Mengmeng held his hand back, and her originally panicked heart gradually calmed down.

She knew that no matter what happened, he would stand by her.

"Master Zhao, you keep saying that you are wronged. Then I want to ask you, why are there repeated deficits in the accounts of the mansion? Where did the money you transferred privately go?" Teng Junze's voice was low and powerful, and every word was resounding, like a heavy hammer hitting Master Zhao's heart.

Master Zhao's face was pale, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He was speechless and wanted to explain himself, but found that he had no way to speak.

Everything Teng Junze said was true and he had no way of refuting it.

The servants around were originally skeptical about Fan Mengmeng's words, but when they heard Teng Junze's questioning, they looked at Master Zhao with suspicion.

They began to whisper and talk among themselves.

"It turns out that Master Zhao really has a problem..."

"No wonder the expenses in the mansion have been increasing recently. It turns out he's the one behind this!"

"I used to trust him so much, but I never knew him well enough!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Master Zhao felt as if he had been stripped naked and stood in front of everyone, feeling extremely ashamed.

He took a deep breath and said calmly, "Sir, those silver coins were used for daily expenses in the mansion. There may be some discrepancies in the accounts, but they were definitely not embezzled!"

"Daily expenses?" Teng Junze sneered. "Master Zhao, do you think I'm a fool? I know exactly how much the mansion's daily expenses are. The money you secretly transferred is enough to cover the mansion's expenses for a year!"

Master Zhao was speechless. He originally thought that he had done everything perfectly, but he didn't expect that Teng Junze had already noticed his abnormality.

He looked around frantically, trying to find a way to escape, but found that he was surrounded.

"I...I..." Master Zhao hesitated and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Teng Junze pressed on, his gaze sharp as a torch: "Master Zhao, do you have anything else to say?"

At this moment, Master Zhao's eyes suddenly became stern, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Young Master, even if you know, so what? You have no evidence!" He suddenly pushed away the servant beside him and rushed towards the study door... "Come here! Catch him!" Teng Junze gave an order, and the guards guarding outside the door immediately rushed in.

Master Zhao was held tightly by the guards, but he still struggled frantically with a ferocious smile on his face: "You can't catch me! Even if I fail for a moment, you can't bring me down!" A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly bit the poison sac hidden in his teeth.

Teng Junze was quick-witted and kicked him on the chin, stopping his suicide attempt.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out of Master Zhao's mouth, staining the ground red.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes unfocused, but he still stared at Fan Mengmeng intently. With his last bit of strength, he said, "You...will regret this..."

Fan Mengmeng was startled. What kind of power was behind Master Zhao?

Xiaodong suddenly stepped forward, retrieved a letter from Master Zhao's sleeve, and handed it to Teng Junze.

Teng Junze unfolded the letter and his expression suddenly changed.

"Rocks on the seashore..." he muttered to himself, and suddenly looked up at Fan Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, let's go!" The two of them had no time to explain and quickly walked out of the study.

Outside the door, the sun was setting, and the sky was a fiery red, reflecting Teng Junze's tense profile.

He held Fan Mengmeng's hand tightly, his tone more serious than ever: "Mengmeng, things are more complicated than we thought..." Fan Mengmeng felt the sweat on his palm, and a trace of uneasiness rose in her heart.

The two men spurred their horses and galloped towards the seaside.

From a distance, they saw a group of people gathered on the beach, one of whom was...