"So many gold bars, how much silver is this worth?" Zhang San grabbed a handful of gold bars and held them tightly in his arms.
"Who cares how much? Anyway, it’s enough to last us a lifeti."
The two laughed for a while before returning to reality. At this mont, they still had no idea how to get out, and the entire room of gold and silver treasures was, to them, like useless junk.
As the saying goes, "Man dies for wealth; bird dies for food."
Though they couldn’t find an exit for now, and their future was uncertain, they took off their clothes, stuffed a pile of gold bars into bundles strapped to their bodies, in case they escaped—then they’d still have silver to spend.
After all, the Capital, though glamorous, was a place of endless indulgence. Without silver, one could hardly take a single step forward.
The Pri Minister’s Mansion.
The Pri Minister, dressed in a short martial arts outfit, wielded the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand, practicing in the courtyard. Despite the bitter cold, sweat droplets still ford on his forehead. He had just paused his movents.
The servant boy, perceptive as always, imdiately brought him a towel.
"Master, please wipe your sweat!"
"Hmm!"
The Pri Minister took the towel and wiped his sweat.
The servant boy then handed him a cup of hot tea.
The Pri Minister accepted it, gulped it down in one go, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and prepared to continue practicing martial arts.
At this mont, two guards ca rushing over, shouting as they ran, "Master, Master, sothing terrible has happened! Sothing terrible!"
"So clumsy and chaotic, what’s going on?"
In grand households, the most annoying type of servant was those who lacked composure. They preferred servants who handled situations calmly, so as not to disgrace their Master in front of others.
The two guards were miserable; it wasn’t as if they wanted to be so panicked, right?
But... the killer of the Pri Minister’s son had mysteriously disappeared from the dungeon. Could they possibly not be anxious?
"Master, the... the... dwarf...!"
The two guards had run too fast and were flustered. Gasping for air, they stuttered out incomplete phrases.
This made the Pri Minister furious, nearly losing patience: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Pressed by the Pri Minister, one of the guards finally caught his breath: "The... the dwarf escaped!"
"Nonsense! The dungeon of this mansion is as impregnable as a fortress. How could he escape?" The Pri Minister expressed disbelief.
The two guards nearly broke down in tears: "It’s true. If Master doesn’t believe us, you can personally go to the dungeon and see. The dwarf truly vanished into thin air. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to report to you, Master."
"Such wickedness?"
The Pri Minister tossed the Azure Dragon Sword to the nearby servant boy: "Let’s go and take a look. I refuse to believe that little runt escaped. Even if he flees to the Ends of the Earth, I will catch him and offer his life as sacrifice for my son’s soul."
With that, he strode forward.
The servants quickly followed behind.
The Dungeon.
As soon as they entered, the overwhelming stench of rot assaulted their noses.
Not only the Pri Minister but also the servants trailing behind him hastily covered their noses with their hands.
The dungeon in the Pri Minister’s residence was designed to be highly inconspicuous, its entrance hidden within a rockery in the garden. Outsiders would never suspect anything amiss. Only the Pri Minister and his closest confidants knew the secret.
Not even his concubine or madam had any clue.
This showcased how deeply scheming the Pri Minister was—he couldn’t even fully trust those beside his pillow, let alone trust his closest aides. Consequently, confidants aware of this secret had no choice but to serve him their entire lives. Should they dare leave, they’d be silenced forever.
The two guards leading the way, utterly panicked by the dwarf’s mysterious disappearance, seed to be the only ones who completely overlooked the atrocious stench.
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