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Jing Yi was just listening quietly, his eyes focused on Jing Chunxi's face, trying to capture more information from her expression and tone.

He saw her eyes gradually turn red, tears welling up in them, but she was forcing them not to fall. Jing Yi's heart tightened slightly. He knew Jing Chunxi's character very well. She had always been strong and would not easily show her vulnerability.

However, when she finally couldn't help it and her expression became so painful and out of control, Jing Yi stood up unconsciously and walked behind her chair.

He grabbed the chair and Jing Chunxi from behind and hugged them in his arms. This action was gentle but firm, as if to give her enough sense of security. Jing Yi softly comforted her, "Okay, child! It's okay. Dreams are not real."

His voice was low and gentle, like someone soothing a frightened animal, and he patted her back gently, trying to calm her.

However, these words did not have the desired effect. Instead, they made Jing Chunxi lose control even more. She practically roared, "It's true! Don't disbelieve it! It's true! Master, it's true! I don't want you to die! I want you to live well!"

Her voice was filled with despair and fear, and her tears finally burst out. She turned around and threw herself on Jing Yi, her tears soaking Jing Yi's clothes.

At that moment, Jing Chunxi felt the pain of losing a loved one, a loved one she could rely on. She clutched Jing Yi's clothes tightly, as if grasping at the last straw.

Jing Yi hugged her for a long time, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He just wanted her to feel his warmth. After hearing about the fairy aunt, he knew that her intuition might be very accurate and this dream might be true, but he still resisted this fact in his heart.

He stroked her hair gently, trying to convey his strength in this way.

Finally, Jing Chunxi slowly stopped crying, but her shoulders were still shaking and she was still sobbing. Her emotions gradually calmed down, but the fear in her heart was still there.

She suddenly added, "If there is no foolproof plan to save Master's life, I would rather not have those treasures. Master, I can make money. I can make a lot of money by selling tea and porcelain. Those treasures are not necessary." Her voice trembled slightly, but there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

Jing Yi always thought that he was very hard-hearted. Even when he saw soldiers falling one after another in front of him on the battlefield, he only fought bravely with revenge in mind and would never shed a tear easily.

However, at this moment, he felt his eyes were already a little blurry. He also felt the child's dependence on him, completely treating him as his own family. Only family members would cherish his life so much.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound more resolute: "Xi'er, don't worry, I will be careful."

"Aqi, come in."

Only after hearing her master shout this did Jing Chunxi raise her head from his arms, wipe her tears with her sleeve, and sit down calmly. There were still traces of tears on her face, but her eyes had regained a trace of calmness, knowing that her master would take it seriously.

When Ah Qi spread out one of the pictures on the dining table, he felt a strange emotion and atmosphere in the room.

He saw the young lady sitting there in silence, her eyes swollen like two red-skinned eggs, her face full of solemnity. The usually cold and serious boss, however, looked at the young lady with a face full of love and care.

Yes, it is really loving. The house is filled with family affection. The eldest child is not married yet, but his eyes are full of the love and affection of an elder for his own child.

Ah Qi was slightly taken aback. He didn't quite understand why, less than an hour later, the usually decisive boss had overturned the original plan and had to go back to the drawing. He was a little confused, but he quickly composed himself and looked carefully at the blueprint on the table.

"What are you looking at? Study it again. Study both mansions carefully. After careful consideration, I still feel that something is wrong."

Jing Yi's voice was low and serious. He looked at Ah Qi with a solemn expression. "They've done so many evil things, they must be worried about being found out. They won't let someone so easily steal what they've worked so hard to obtain right under their noses."

He paused and continued, "Perhaps we're overthinking it. Perhaps if we go in, we'll trigger a trap or alert their backup plan, prompting a counterattack from the killers."

Anyway, it's definitely not what you would see if you sneaked in. It's like a noble family with just a few guards patrolling."

Ah Qi was reminded by the boss and quickly lowered his head to look carefully at the drawings on the table again. He didn't quite understand why the boss suddenly became so cautious, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his words made sense.

Last night, they had infiltrated the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion and carried Xiaolian out effortlessly. However, their several attempts to investigate the Taifu and Prince Ping's mansions, especially the Prince Ping's, had gone smoothly without any resistance. While they were quite capable, it was all a bit too easy.

If the Prince Ping's Mansion was simply considered a guarded, almost abandoned royal residence, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, no one would leave such a large amount of gold and silver treasures there for anyone to take and leave them unattended.

They had carefully planned and murdered countless people to obtain this money, so how could they give it up so easily?

Moreover, a prince who already harbored the intention of usurping the throne and murdering the emperor could still recruit and maintain private troops even in the distant Jian'an County, and must have many experts under his command. How could he easily allow someone to sneak into his mansion and steal all the property?

Logically speaking, even if the Emperor suddenly decided to go back for a visit, the Crown Prince would be well prepared for any incident. Even if he was his biological father, he would have already arranged for secret guards or assassins to hide in the dark, ready to pounce at any time, right?

After all, once you are charged with rebellion, you will die anyway. Killing you might be able to fight for a chance to survive.

The more Ah Qi thought about it, the more he felt that what the boss said made sense. He re-examined the drawings on the table, trying to find possible hidden dangers.

At this time, Jing Chunxi had already stood up. She turned to the middle of her master and Ah Qi and looked at the map carefully. It was also the first time she saw the map of the mansion.

Jing Yi and Ah Qi both consciously moved their bodies to the side so that Jing Chunxi could get closer and see more clearly.

Jing Chunxi kept searching the map of the mansion in front of her, comparing it to what she had seen in her dream. But the more she looked, the more her brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed. Her already solemn expression became even more cold and serious.

"Xi'er, take a closer look. This is Taifu Peng's mansion. The storehouse is here... and this place... More than half of the treasures are hidden underground."

The direction Jing Yi pointed in was underground in the main road of the house, but the entrance was in the gatehouse in the front yard. The owner's thinking was contrary to common sense and he was indeed extraordinary.

When people build a darkroom basement, they usually choose to build it under the owner's study or bedroom. They believe that it is safest to keep things under their own eyes.