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Fortunately, it might really be the blessing of the fairy aunt.

After digging half a foot deep, Jing Chunxi's hands were a little rubbed and tiny drops of blood oozed out of the wound; just when she thought that the thing was really buried very deep, she almost gave up hope.

Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound, and the sound of metal touching came from underground, as clear as the sound of nature.

Jing Chunxi's hand suddenly stopped, and he could hardly believe his ears.

When people are happy, they dig and dig non-stop.

Her movements suddenly became agile and powerful, and the dagger flipped rapidly in the mud, not caring about the sand flying everywhere.

When a small iron box half a foot wide and nearly a foot long emerged from the soil, Jing Chunxi's heart trembled and his breathing stopped.

The surface of the iron box was covered in dark red rust, but the exquisite workmanship could still be seen, and the corners were even carved with intricate patterns. But she raised the dagger high without hesitation and stabbed it hard into the soil not far from the edge of the iron box. At this moment, she no longer cared about whether it would damage anything.

With a pry and a thrust, there was another "clang" sound. The iron box was not too high, only about one finger deep at most, but Jing Chunxi pried it out with just a dagger.

The iron box felt heavy in her hand, and the cold feeling passed through her palm, making her shiver.

She didn't open it at first, knowing it was something important, and didn't intend to look at it, fearing it would cause trouble. She tossed the iron box into space and felt an invisible force swallowing the box, disappearing from her perception.

When she refilled the soil, she initially thought she hadn't filled enough and might need to bring more from the space. But once the lumps of soil were loosened, they began to puff up like fermented dough. After all the soil was backfilled, the tiles were actually higher than the ground, forming a tiny bump that was particularly noticeable in the candlelight.

Jing Chunxi wanted to use the handle of his dagger to knock at the dirt, but the moment he raised the dagger, he hesitated. If the tiles were broken, it would be troublesome, leaving traces that could not be concealed.

She bit her lip and thought for a moment, and finally came up with an idea.

She entered the space and found a smooth wooden stick. She then sprinkled a large amount of well water into the dry sand, and the water droplets seeped into the sand, making a subtle hissing sound.

She knelt on the ground and carefully tapped the edge of the floor tile with a wooden stick, applying even and controlled force. After a long time, until her arm was numb, she finally restored it to its original shape. The floor tile fit perfectly with the surrounding seam, with no trace of prying.

Jing Chunxi breathed a sigh of relief as she emerged from the altar. She brushed the sand off her hands and clothes, and fine dust fluttered in the morning light.

Finally, he found a broom. The palm-wood broom made a rustling sound as it swept the floor around him clean.

She even knelt down and felt around with her hands to make sure there was no remaining sand before dragging her tired body to the door and pouring sand into the flowers.

The moment she pushed the door open again, she narrowed her eyes and ran out quickly, like a bird that had finally escaped from a cage.

"Can you find a female corpse with a body similar to Madam's?"

Jing Chunxi suddenly ran back from the Buddhist temple, her hurried footsteps startling the black-clad man, who was immersed in vigilance. She stopped in front of him, raised her pale face, and a resolute light danced in her almond-shaped eyes. She spoke seriously to the black-clad man standing at the door like a stone statue.

These words made the man in black shudder all over. The muscles under the veil were obviously tensed, and even the hand holding the knife trembled.

But the well-trained man in black immediately responded in a low and firm voice: "Yes!" He bowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but there was no doubt.

In the moonlight, his tall figure cast a heavy shadow on the ground.

Jing Chunxi gasped rapidly, her chest heaving violently: "Go and find her quickly, come back and let her sleep on the nanny's bed, then sprinkle oil and set it on fire." She gestured as she spoke, her slender fingers drawing an arc in the air, and there were still stains of digging in the cracks of her nails.

"What about you, Madam and Miss?" The man in black hesitantly took a half step forward, his brow furrowed beneath his veil, but he was more worried about the safety of Jing Chunxi and Madam. His rough hands unconsciously clenched the hilt of the knife, his knuckles turning white.

Jing Chunxi took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "I'll take Mammy away. You must be careful." Her voice suddenly softened, as if she had thought of something. She added, "Hurry." But at the same time, she added a gentle tone, "Does Mammy have anything important? Keep it for her."

As she spoke, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Mammy's room, a flicker of reluctance in her eyes. Perhaps Mammy Zhou felt the same way, right? After all, this was where she had lived for most of her life.

"Yes!" The man in black nodded heavily, until he saw the man in black suddenly fly out, his figure disappearing into the darkness like a ghost, leaving only a few fallen leaves carried by the strong wind and spinning in the air.

Jing Chunxi then turned around, moving as swiftly as a rabbit, entering the door, closing the door, and entering the space in one go, as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

In the sterile room, Nanny Zhou was still sleeping, her skinny chest rising and falling slowly with her breathing, and her face was a little rosier than before.

There was only half a bottle of medicine left in the IV, the transparent liquid shimmering faintly. Jing Chunxi unhesitatingly replaced it with the largest bottle, the glass bottles clinking against each other with a crisp sound. She expertly adjusted the drip rate and tucked in the corner of the quilt for Mammy before straightening up and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

He went to the next room and found a light-colored dress that was almost the same as the one he wore when he came in, and then he straightened his slightly messy hair until he was satisfied with the girl in front of the bronze mirror.

When she came out of the space, she first put her ear to the door panel and listened carefully. After confirming that there was no movement outside, she gently pushed the door open.

Squinting her eyes to adjust to the light, she quickly ran towards the wall she had just entered, her steps as light as a cat. Her embroidered shoes made almost no sound on the bluestone pavement, only the rustle of her skirt brushing against the grass.

Time waits for no one, she has to hurry.

This thought kept echoing in her mind, like a death drumbeat. Her heartbeat grew faster and faster as she ran, as if it was about to burst through her chest.

The sound of low drums came from the distance. The palace banquet performance had not yet ended, but she had to go back as soon as possible.