An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

When he moved in, Jing Chunxi discovered that the entire Sitong Inn was eerily quiet, with only empty tables and chairs in the lobby.

Apart from the shopkeeper who greeted them with a beaming smile, a waiter who attentively arranged the carriages and horses, and someone who helped carry the packages, there were no other guests in the entire inn.

Several guards in plain clothes were scattered everywhere. Judging from the situation, the entire inn should have been booked by Xu Zize.

"Hurry up and take your people to live on the first floor." Xu Zize's voice was particularly clear in the silent lobby.

This time, he brought almost the same group of people as last time, and Kuaijiao was naturally still the leader.

After Xu Zize gave his instructions, he turned around and led Jing Chunxi towards the stairs. The wooden stairs creaked slightly under his feet. He explained as he walked, "Xi'er and the maid live on the second floor."

The inn was indeed small. Standing in the courtyard and looking around, one could tell it was a standard quadrangle courtyard. They were accommodated in the two-story building at the innermost part, its blue bricks and gray tiles looking particularly solemn in the twilight.

Xu Zize led them through the corridor on the second floor, and the floor made a dull echo under their feet.

"July and September live on this side of the corridor," he pointed to the two rooms near the stairwell, then pointed to the other end of the corridor, "Brother Xiaokang has also arranged for someone to stay at the other end."

After saying this, his eyes fell on Zhengyue, who had been following silently, and added, "She also lives in the compartment in your room with the two maids."

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but chuckle when she heard that. She moved closer to Xu Zize and said in a low voice, "It's you who should be protected more! Brother Xiaokang." Her eyes flashed with cunning in the dim corridor.

"You're so talkative!" He was scolded softly with a doting tone, and only the two of them heard it.

Leading her to the door of the central guest room, Xu Zize pushed open the carved wooden door, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted into her face. "Please settle down and take a rest. I'll send someone to call you when it's time for dinner." He turned and was about to leave, his robe picking up a breeze as he turned.

"Brother Xiaokang, Xier came here this time for an important matter." Jing Chunxi hurriedly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Jing Yi's secret letter certainly did not clearly state the purpose of her trip, but she did not want to delay this matter.

Chuntao, Tangshuang and Zhengyue went into the house and put down their bags. Tangshuang tiptoed out to pour tea.

Chuntao looked at the bed in the compartment that was large enough for two people to sleep together, and then glanced at the extra carved wooden couch in the main room. She knew in her heart that this was a special arrangement.

She tugged at Zhengyue, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, and lowered her voice and said, "Let's go out and see if there's anything else left in the carriage."

At this moment, Tang Shuang came back with a tea tray and immediately replied, "Sister Chuntao, there is no more. I have picked them all up." She lowered her voice very low, for fear of disturbing the two masters who were talking in the main room.

"Let's go! Let's go take another look." Chuntao grabbed Tangshuang with one hand and Zhengyue with the other hand and walked towards the door without saying a word.

Zhengyue stood up obediently, his steps as light as a cat.

"But..." Tang Shuang was dragged for two steps, and turned back worriedly towards the house and raised her voice a little: "Master, I will be waiting outside. If you need anything, just tell me."

She was pulled outside the door, and seeing that Chuntao had really closed the door tightly, she stood stubbornly at the door, motionless like a door god.

Inside the house, Jing Chunxi reached into the space without saying a word, and the couplet immediately appeared in her hand, "Brother Xiaokang, look."

Xu Zize took one and placed it on the coffee table, then immediately opened it. He examined it carefully, and the familiar handwriting on the yellowed rice paper made his pupils shrink slightly. This was indeed the couplet that originally hung in the Empress Dowager's room.

"How did Xi'er get it out?" His voice was filled with surprise. His fingertips gently stroked the tiny creases on the paper, and his tone was full of shock. "Xi'er broke into the palace again?"

"Yes, Xier begged grandfather to bring it in."

"You are so brave." The blaming voice came again.

"Look at this again." Jing Chunxi ignored him and took out another piece of paper rolled up to the size of a fist. This was the two characters they had copied in the shelter.

"Shelter from the wind," "Shelter from the rain," Xu Zize muttered softly, shaking his head in confusion. His brows furrowed unconsciously, and he looked at Jing Chunxi with approval in his eyes, "You've thought of this."

"Then I have to thank Sister July." Jing Chunxi did not hide the contributions of others. Because of this incident, July received a reward of one hundred taels from her.

"That rain shelter was built by order of the retired emperor," Jing Chunxi's voice was particularly clear in the narrow room, "When we went to copy these two words..." The roll of paper that suddenly appeared in her hand slowly unfolded on the coffee table, and the paper made a slight rustling sound.

She whispered, "We found this at the rain shelter."

Jing Chunxi no longer kept the secret, and she pointed her fingertips at the drawing: "Brother Xiaokang, look." Xu Zize looked in the direction of her slender fingers and saw a detailed topographic map on the paper.

"This is Daqingshan, this is Qingshan Villa, this black spot is the mansion we live in, and do you see this trumpet-shaped mouth?" Her nails tapped lightly on the drawing, making a slight clicking sound.

"Grandfather hid something here?" Xu Zize's voice suddenly became low. His eyes were fixed on the blueprint, and the words of the old man under the shelter flashed through his mind.

If the shelter was built by the retired emperor, then the so-called "rich man from Jiangnan" must have been working for the retired emperor - hiding something in the Daqing Mountains.

"Hmm!" Jing Chunxi's fingertips tapped heavily on the trumpet-shaped position, and then moved to another trumpet-shaped mark in Qingshuihe Village.

"These are the two locations," she said with a hint of excitement, "Daddy and I have found the entrance to the cave." The setting sun slanted through the stained glass window, casting their shadows on the wall, making them appear particularly slender.

Xu Zize looked solemn and silent, staring deeply at Jing Chunxi. His deep eyes danced with complex emotions.

Jing Chunxi felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and continued, "We guess there is treasure inside, but now is not the time to dig." Her voice was very soft, but every word was clear.

Her slender fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the coffee table as she expressed her concerns. If they rashly dug the hole now, it would inevitably require extensive construction, and the noise would easily attract attention from all sides, potentially causing unnecessary trouble.

Thinking of the possible consequences, her brows unconsciously knitted together. Xu Zize's fist clenched in his sleeve moved.

"If it's just gold, silver, and treasures, Xi'er can lend them to Brother Xiaokang first." She raised her head, her eyes clear and determined. The candlelight cast a soft halo on her delicate face, making her look even more graceful.

Looking at this innocent girl who was willing to give everything for him, a warm feeling welled up in his heart. His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little tight: "Brother Xiaokang, we'll talk when you need it."