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"It's over! I was careless!" With the long sword against his neck, Jing Chunxi was so scared that he dared not move. It was too late to regret.

Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst through her chest, and she could clearly feel her back soaked with sweat, which trickled down her spine and soaked her clothes.

She had thought the old man would be unable to move after kneeling down injured, but he endured the intense pain and leaped up with such swiftness that she was caught off guard. The old man's movements were incredibly agile, like a dying beast making its last struggle.

He hugged Jing Chunxi's neck from behind and held the sword across his chest. The cold blade pressed against her skin. She could feel the sharp chill, as if it could cut her throat at any time.

Almost at the same time, the sword in Jing Yi's hand also touched the old man's back. The tip of the sword trembled slightly. He tried to keep himself calm, and there was a tremor in his voice: "Let her go, otherwise your life will be in danger."

Although his sword was already against the old man, he knew that if the old man made any unusual movement, Jing Chunxi's life might be in danger. His hand tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and his knuckles turned pale from the force.

"Hahaha! A life for a life, let's see who's afraid." The old man remained completely unmoved, even tightening his sword against Jing Chunxi's neck. His eyes were hooked, as if they were about to bleed, and his voice was like a roaring lion, filled with anger and despair.

Because of the loud noise, the cloth on his face slipped slightly, and you could see wrinkles all over the corners of his eyes, each of which looked like a mark left by time, but at this moment, these wrinkles were twisted together, looking hideous and terrifying.

Jing Chunxi felt a pain in her neck, but she endured it and didn't moan. She knew that if she made a sound, the old man might become even more crazy. She could feel the strength of the old man's arms, tightly holding her neck, almost making it difficult for her to breathe.

Jing Yi also noticed the old man's movements, and his brows knitted in nervousness. He held the sword against the old man's shoulder blade, but did not dare to move. Although his sword was already against the old man, he knew that if he made any move, the old man would probably cut Jing Chunxi's throat without hesitation.

"Who sent you?"

The old man's eyes were hooked, as if they were about to bleed, and his voice was like a roaring lion. His voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a chilling majesty.

Sensing the danger in the air, Ah Qi and Chong San, who had already turned and were advancing towards the old man, did not respond when Jing Yi remained silent. They also knew that any rash action at this moment could lead to disaster.

Ah Qi's hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the strain. He stared intently at the old man, ready to strike at any moment. Chong San stood beside him, leaning slightly forward, poised to pounce at any moment.

The old man shouted again, his voice full of threats: "If you don't tell me, I will kill her!"

Jing Chunxi knew that these words were directed at the master behind him. She closed her eyes. Although she was afraid, she did not show it on the surface. She could already feel the pain in the back of her neck, and blood was already flowing down her neck, but she still did not dare to move.

Neither retreating nor retreating into space was an option. She believed that if she dared to move, a sharp sword would strike her mercilessly, and her head would fall immediately. Retreating into space was also impossible under such circumstances, unless she could shrink her bones.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, she must not expose the space, otherwise it will be more dangerous in the future.

"Do we even need to tell you this? Who else could it be? Do you know what happened to the Taifu? The Taifu Mansion is rich enough to rival a country. Even more than our Pingwang Mansion. Do you think the Crown Prince wouldn't notice?"

Jing Yi's voice was calm, making people feel that he was just stating a fact. His voice echoed in the room with a convincing force.

He could clearly pierce the old man's heart with one sword, but he didn't dare move, for fear that if he moved, Jing Chunxi would be doomed.

"You're lying! How is that possible? The things in the Taifu Mansion were all picked up from the Crown Prince. I know that clearly."

The old man felt like he'd been tricked. He'd been guarding the basement, so how could he not know what valuables were there? His voice was flustered, as he tried to convince himself. A momentary hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

Jing Yi just casually provoked a few words, but he didn't expect the old man to be so excited. He roared again, "Impossible, don't confuse people, you can't be from the Prince's Mansion."

"Really? What about the dragon robe and crown in the dark room? What about the boxes of gold, silver and treasures? There are more luminous pearls than in the imperial palace. There are enough pearls to sew quilts. Only you are so stupid." Jing Chunxi didn't expect to speak suddenly. This made Jing Yi's heart tremble. She was afraid that the sharp sword in the old man's hand would suddenly lose its sight and take her life directly.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Jing Chunxi's voice, as if he was mocking the old man's ignorance.

Jing Chunxi dared to speak out because she also heard that the old man stayed here not because of his loyalty to the Grand Tutor, but because the Grand Tutor was loyal to the Crown Prince. The old man must have some connection with the Crown Prince, and perhaps he was his supporter. He might have been forced to submit to Grand Tutor Peng.

There was a certainty in her voice, as if she had seen through the old man's heart.

Sure enough, after hearing what Jing Chunxi said, the old man seemed to hesitate. The sword on his neck was against his throat, but Jing Chunxi felt that it was no longer so tight.

There was a flicker of panic in his eyes, as if he didn't doubt the truth of Jing Chunxi's words, indicating that he had already had insight or suspicion. He could sense Jing Chunxi's sarcasm, but he couldn't refute it.

Seeing that their paintings had some effect, Jing Yi continued to add more information, saying, "Someone has long since informed the Crown Prince that Master Peng was planning a rebellion. The Master still doesn't believe it. I am here on orders. I just saw what was in the secret room and am convinced that the old thief has the guts to do that. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."

Jing Chunxi felt that the sword on her neck had loosened a little, and the body in contact with her also stiffened, but she still didn't dare to move, just hoping that things would turn around.

"You guys~ take down a piece of door panel and carry this old man to the study." Jing Yi looked at Ah Qi while speaking.

Neither Ah Qi nor Chong San moved. Ah Qi didn't dare to turn his head, but continued to remain in a high state of alert. He just called out loudly: "July." But his eyes were fixed on the old man, ready to take action at any time.

Qiyue, Jiuyue, and Xiaoman had just finished dealing with the people rushing towards the front yard. Behind the camphor tree, only a dozen or so steps away, were several servants and maids, so bewildered that they had even forgotten to flee.

Seeing this situation, no one dared to come closer. Hearing Ah Qi's call, the three of them turned around and saw Jing Chunxi in danger, the boss who seemed to have no solution, and the other two people. They were also shocked.

Panic flashed in their eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

"Two people go carry the door panel." Ah Qi said again, and the hand holding the sword just moved.

Qiyue and Jiuyue understood and quickly rushed to the corner room. Xiaoman continued to keep a vigilant eye on the surroundings. She leaned forward slightly, ready to pounce at any moment. Her eyes were fixed on the surroundings, ready to respond to any possible danger.

"The Crown Prince doesn't want to make such a big fuss. He doesn't want the Grand Tutor's head, and he won't want it. He just wants the things in the secret room." As Jing Yi spoke, Qiyue and Jiuyue quickly ran over, carrying a door panel. Their movements were swift and agile, showing that they were well-trained.

When the old man heard Jing Yi's words, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He could feel Jing Yi's determination, as if he had seen through his heart.

His hand loosened slightly, and the blade was no longer pressed so tightly against Jing Chunxi's neck. He could feel Jing Chunxi's mockery, but he couldn't refute it.

July and September carried the door panel to the old man, decisively placed it on the ground, and then quickly stepped back, keeping a safe distance. But like everyone else, they kept their eyes fixed on the old man, ready to attack at any time.

The old man looked at the door in front of him, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Jing Yi's eyes were fixed on the old man, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, ready to push the sword out at any time.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the old man's decision.