Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

"No, let him leave after he wakes up and we find out what happened."

The man spoke calmly.

Meng Tong glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

The two took advantage of the break to have a quick meal; nothing was more important than filling their stomachs.

Two hours later, Sheng Bing slowly woke up.

The unbearable soreness in his body made the man groan involuntarily. Lu Chuan and the other man, who were resting on the side, looked at him after hearing the sound.

"It hurts so much, am I dying?"

Dazzled by the azure sky, Sheng Bing was momentarily disoriented, believing only that he was dead.

Sheng Bing raised his hands and looked at them. Just as he was about to speak, a cold and indifferent female voice came to his ear.

"woke up."

"Are you... here to capture my underworld official?"

Sheng Bing glanced at Meng Tong and asked in a hoarse voice.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuan, who was sitting behind Meng Tong, stood up after a moment of speechlessness in his eyes.

"If you're awake, get up and obey. Why are you all..."

"Big...Big brother?"

A surprised tone came from Sheng Bing's mouth as the man in his thirties or forties called a man in his early twenties "Big Brother".

Something just doesn't look right here.

But Meng Tong had already sensed something was wrong. It seemed that he wasn't Lu Chuan's father but his uncle.

No one would doubt that they are not related, because they really look so alike.

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm just an ordinary mortal, unworthy of being your elder brother."

The man spoke coldly, then, ignoring the astonishment on Sheng Bing's face, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the ground.

He glanced indifferently at the man who bore a striking resemblance to himself, his features deep and defined, exuding a gentle and refined aura even in his thirties.

Without any further confirmation, Lu Chuan already knew his identity.

But he didn't care.

"You...you're really not my older brother."

"No."

"But why do they look so alike?"

With his eyes fixed undisguisedly on Lu Chuan's face, Sheng Bing recalled an accident from more than twenty years ago.

Could it be... that he's not dead?

A surge of excitement welled up inside him, and Sheng Bing ignored his disheveled appearance and Lu Chuan's indifferent and cold gaze.

Grabbing the man's large hand, Sheng Bing asked eagerly, "How old are you this year?"

"Why are you asking this? I haven't even asked you yet!"

"What do you want to ask me? The ships or Crown Prince Wei Lian? Don't worry, I will tell you everything I know, but there is one condition: you must answer me first."

A strange look flashed in Sheng Bing's eyes before he looked at Lu Chuan and said.

He's not stupid at all; on the contrary, he's very smart. He understands the meaning behind their eyes.

But none of that mattered as much as the answer he wanted to know.

Lu Chuan forcefully pulled away the man's hands that were on his arm and stepped back to Meng Tong.

After exchanging a glance, the two understood each other's meaning.

Meng Tong didn't want to interfere too much with Lu Chuan's background.

Whether it was an abandonment out of necessity or a conspiracy to assassinate, Meng Tong didn't care; she only cared about Lu Chuan's true feelings.

Seeing the man's obvious resistance and hesitation, Meng Tong raised her hand and squeezed his large palm, the silent comfort bringing a touch of solace to his wandering heart.

As things gradually calmed down, Lu Chuan turned his head to look at Sheng Bing, who had been staring intently at the two of them.

His gaze towards them held no malice, but rather a hint of pity, his eyes reddening as he looked utterly pitiful.

Unable to look at a face so similar to his own and make such an expression, Lu Chuan said coldly, "Twenty-five years old."

"It's your birthday!"

The ninth day of the third month in the lunar calendar.

With a slight frown, Sheng Bing recalled the day the child was born.

The rain was torrential, with lightning and thunder. He remembered clearly that it was the 20th day of the third month in the lunar calendar.

There was a difference of eleven days.

Is it a coincidence?

Sheng Bing had some doubts, but then he thought it was impossible.

He must be a child of the Sheng family.

Seeing Sheng Bing's ever-changing expression, Meng Tong and Lu Chuan exchanged a glance and then asked, "Are you disappointed that things aren't what you expected?"

A cold smile curled at the corners of his lips, and indifference and disappointment flashed in Lu Chuan's eyes.

Perhaps deep down, he also longed for family affection for a moment!

Hearing the sarcasm in Lu Chuan's tone, Sheng Bing didn't get angry; instead, he smiled.

His temperament is exactly the same as his older brother's.

Damn arrogant.

Suppressing his inner excitement, Sheng Bing glanced at Meng Tong beside Lu Chuan, seemingly unintentionally.

The woman had gentle, cool eyes and delicate, fair features; the two of them standing together were an absolutely perfect match.

While feeling incredibly happy, Sheng Bing finally returned to the real issue.

He looked at the two of them and said, "How did you know Wei Lian would come to Laoshan, and why are you here?"

According to what he knew, this Laoshan was no good place; many people who came here never returned.

Otherwise, why would the people Wei Lian sent not return for so long? Sheng Bing wasn't stupid; when Wei Lian whispered those words in his ear, he knew what he meant.

But he also knew their fate; if there were any real progress, they wouldn't be tormenting him.

With a cold smile playing on his chapped lips, Sheng Bing looked at the two men and continued, "What do you want to know?"

"What are you doing in prison?"

"Looking for something."

Sheng Bing replied truthfully.

But this answer served as a wake-up call for Meng Tong and Lu Chuan.

Because the good stuff from the prison mountain had already gone into their pockets.

"What could possibly require the Crown Prince's personal intervention? This prison is not an easy place to enter."

With a sharp gaze fixed on Sheng Bing, Meng Tong tried to discern any other emotion from his calm face.

But he was disappointed; he remained calm, even relaxed.

"Find...something that can overthrow the country."

Something that could subvert the country?

With their eyes slightly lowered, Meng Tong and Lu Chuan both allowed the comparison of the items inside the cave.

It doesn't seem to have come to that point yet!

Could something even more important be hidden somewhere they don't know about?

The momentary contemplation on their faces did not escape Sheng Bing's notice, and a smile appeared on the man's pale face.

It was as if they had gotten a great deal.

Ignoring his expression, Meng Tong continued to ask, "What kind of things are meant to subvert the country? Gold, silver, or jewelry..."

“Neither.” Shaking his head, Sheng Bing replied, “It’s Phoenix Bone.”

"Phoenix bone?"

Lu Chuan and Meng Tong spoke at the same time, clearly unfamiliar with the three words.

"What is this?" Lu Chuan asked.

"I do not know either."

"You don't know either, then what about them..."

"They didn't know either, you could say nobody knew what it was; it was just a story that had been passed down..."

As he spoke more and more, Sheng Bing slowly and methodically recounted the story of the Phoenix Bone.

But the more Meng Tong listened, the more she felt something was wrong.