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Zhe Liu's face turned pale, and he subconsciously grabbed Jiang Wansang's hand, "Miss..."

She was obviously very scared and her body was shaking uncontrollably, but she still stood firmly in front of Jiang Wansang.

Jiang Wansang patted her shoulder gently and made a "hush" gesture.

Zheliu didn't know what she was going to do and looked at her in confusion.

Jiang Wansang grabbed her arm and secretly used his special abilities.

The next moment, invisible wind gathered at the feet of the two people, carrying them onto the beams without making any sound.

Zheliu, who had never had such an experience before, almost screamed, but fortunately he covered his mouth with his hand at the critical moment and did not make any sound.

She looked at Jiang Wansang in surprise, with countless questions rising in her mind, but she was sensible enough not to speak at this time.

"Squeak-"

The tightly closed window was suddenly blown open by the wind, and with the hazy moonlight, it looked as if a ghost might appear.

A figure slowly floated over from the side, and the shadow reflected on the window was accompanied by a somewhat scary voice: "I died so miserably, come down and accompany me, I am so miserable..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and even the figure froze visibly.

The ancestral hall is not small, but it is clean and tidy, and you can see the whole picture at a glance.

There's no one in the room!

The figure outside the window was stunned for a moment, then lifted the hair covering his face and leaned half of his body in from the window.

In the light of the candlelight in the house, the figure was revealed in full. It was a man who looked not much younger than Jiang Wansang.

The man had an ordinary appearance, but his hair was disheveled and his face was painted with pale makeup, making him look very scary.

Jiang Wansang recognized the man's identity at a glance. He was the eldest son of the second uncle of the Jiang family and the original owner's cousin - Jiang Mingzhi.

Jiang Mingzhi is a notorious playboy in the imperial city. He is idle and indulges in pleasure all day long. His greatest pleasure in the mansion is to tease the original owner.

When the original owner was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, what he feared most was not going hungry while copying books, but Jiang Mingzhi sneaking into the hall in the middle of the night.

Because he either dressed up as a ghost to scare people, or released rats, spiders, and snakes into the ancestral hall. He would be particularly happy when he saw the original owner being scared and screaming, or even fainting.

The original owner lived in fear in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it was all thanks to the contribution of Jiang Mingzhi!

Jiang Wansang sat on the beam, lowering his eyes and looking coldly at the people below.

Jiang Mingzhi felt a little cold on his neck, and thought it was just the cool night wind, so he used his hands and feet to climb in through the window.

He walked around the room holding his cloak, his face full of confusion, "Strange, where are the people?"

He had clearly heard that Jiang Wansang bullied his cousin Zi Han in the palace and was locked up in the ancestral hall. How come there was no one there?

Just as I was wondering, a cool breeze blew from somewhere in the ancestral hall, making my scalp tingle for no reason.

The next moment, a cold and strange voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Are you looking for me?"

Jiang Mingzhi's hair stood on end and he slowly turned his neck backward with a stiff neck.

A pale face hidden behind the hair came towards him with the biting cold wind, and appeared in his sight in the blink of an eye. It was half dark and half bright, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Jiang Mingzhi's pupils trembled, "Ah - ghost -"

A shrill scream came from the ancestral hall, causing a small ripple in the silent night and reaching the ears of the guards outside the hall clearly.

But no one reacted, as if they were used to such noise in the ancestral hall.

Jiang Wansang moved the candle in front of her, and with her other hand, she lifted up her scattered hair and looked at Jiang Mingzhi, who had fainted on the ground, with disdain.

Are you scared to death?

The original owner lasted much longer than him when he was scared for the first time.

What a waste!

Zheliu was standing in the corner, holding the buns in both hands, and was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

She walked over to Jiang Wansang and looked at her with a complicated expression, "Miss..."

She was picked up by the young lady and had grown up with her since she was a child. She knew very well that the young lady couldn't even lift a bucket of water normally, but just now she was able to carry her up and down the beams silently...

Jiang Wansang wasn't one to restrain herself, so she guessed what she wanted to ask and turned her head calmly. "What's wrong?"

This little girl is the only person in the world who is kind to the original owner. If she wants to ask, she will naturally not hide anything from her.

But Zheliu opened his mouth but asked nothing. He looked down at the person on the ground and asked, "What should we do, Master Tang?"

The young lady has suffered so much. No matter what happens, she must always stand firmly by her side!

As if he could see through her thoughts, Jiang Wansang actually felt a little envious of the original owner at this moment.

The original owner was surrounded by jackals, tigers and leopards. I'm afraid he had used up all his luck to meet Zheliu, a clean and clear little girl.

Jiang Wansang's eyes were filled with warmth. She reached out and gently touched Zhe Liu's head. "Are you hungry? Miss will take you to eat something good!"

Zhe Liu was a little confused, as if he didn't understand why she changed the subject so quickly.

Jiang Wansang glanced at the unconscious person on the ground.

Originally, she wanted to teach Jiang Mingzhi a lesson, but she didn't expect him to be so unfazed.

She didn't want to scare the innocent little girl Zheliu, so it was a good deal for this guy!

Jiang Wansang threw the candle in her hand casually, and it landed just under the curtain not far away.

A gust of wind blew, and the candle flame swayed a few times, like a nimble fire snake climbing up the curtain and slowly swallowing it upwards.

"Miss, there's a fire!"

Zhe Liu thought that his mistress had set the curtain on fire by "just throwing it away casually", and hurried to put out the fire, but was stopped by Jiang Wansang.

"Never mind, let's go."

Without waiting for Zheliu to speak, she climbed out of the window with her men and disappeared silently into the night.

As soon as the two left the house, a strong wind blew up in the closed ancestral hall, carrying flames and sweeping across the entire room.

The sudden burst of fire revealed a bright color in the night.

"The ancestral hall... the ancestral hall is on fire! Help! The ancestral hall is on fire!"

A scream cut through the night sky, and everyone in the prime minister's residence who had already fallen asleep woke up.

The ancestral hall is the foundation of the family and attracts almost everyone in the house.

Jiang Wansang took Zhe Liu to the kitchen in such a swagger, but didn't meet anyone.

Even though the Prime Minister's Mansion looks plain and simple on the outside, its interior is something that many ordinary people cannot catch up with in their entire lives.

Just look at this kitchen for example. There are many precious ingredients locked in the cabinets that ordinary people have never seen.

Jiang Wansang didn't hesitate to take out all the food and asked Zheliu to make something delicious.

Zhe Liu was terrified as it was the first time he did such a thing, but when he saw his young lady's calm face, he felt inexplicably relieved.

Maybe it was because the fire in the ancestral hall was too intense, but the two of them were just brazenly frying food in the kitchen, eating until their stomachs were bulging, and no one noticed them.

It was not until the master and servant were holding their bulging bellies and preparing to go back to sleep that they were finally discovered.