Gu Qingheng immediately became serious upon hearing this, no longer indulging in affections, and instead, he released Yang Ruxin, and the two sat facing each other at the table.
Yang Ruxin recounted the scheme laid out by the Sun Cult on their future path.
The more Gu Qingheng listened, the more alarmed he became: "Why didnât you tell me any of this?" If not for his wifeâs great abilities, wouldnât they have already been harmed by the Sun Cult people by now? An inexplicable fear gripped him.
"Iâm fine." Yang Ruxin shook her head, "What Iâm worried about are those herbalists." She paused, "Though Iâm not fond of Qi Jingyun, I also donât wish for our Daxuan soldiers to die senselessly."
Gu Qingheng frowned and fell silent; the Sun Cult was too bizarre. They had already experienced this when they were at Wanren Villa, but now there was another Flame Sect.
Nanzhao borders Daxuan, and Miaojiang is in the south of our country, with part of it within Nanzhaoâs domain. The Flame Sect originally rose in Nanzhao, later setting its headquarters in Miaojiang. At this moment, Nanzhao is in turmoil, and the Flame Sect seems to have a hand in it. If theyâve truly succeeded in training Medicinal Soldiers, our Daxuan warriorsâ chances against them are slim.
"Both sectsâ symbols are flames, although not identical, they look quite similar at first glance." Yang Ruxin touched her chin, "Iâve been wondering all along whether the hierarchs of these two sects could be the same person, acquaintances, or perhaps... adversaries."
Gu Qingheng frowned.
"Do you remember the ancient tomb we visited last time?" Yang Ruxin looked at Gu Qingheng.
Gu Qingheng nodded: "The tomb of King Kang, right?"
Yang Ruxin nodded: "You mentioned the gold and silver inside were the dynastyâs official silver, right?"
Gu Qingheng nodded.
"The boxes containing the silver had designs on them which we didnât pay much attention to, but I remember clearly now, those designs must have been the Flame Sectâs pattern..." Yang Ruxin was somewhat frustrated; the box was in her space, and when she organized the jewels, she saw the three-petal flame in a heart shape at the bottom of the box, but she couldnât take it out for Gu Qingheng to see.
"How come I didnât notice?" Gu Qingheng frowned, confident in his memory, yet back in the tomb, he didnât recall seeing any designs.
"My memory is better than yours." Yang Ruxin spread her hands calmly.
Gu Qingheng no longer dwelled on it: "So youâre saying the official silver was actually hijacked by the Flame Sect?"
"Almost certainly."
"Xinxin, you rest first, Iâm going out for a bit." Gu Qingheng suddenly stood up.
Yang Ruxin nodded: "Be careful."
Gu Qingheng turned and left.
Yang Ruxin sighed, the higher the position, the greater the responsibility. She couldnât help but recall a saying: "Regret urging the husband to seek titles." If they were still in the village, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, there wouldnât be so many troubles, would there? But anyway, after trampling the Gu Family into dust, she would let him retire and return to the fields; they would go back to being a village woman and a mountain man... Though thinking this way, without Gu Qingheng around, she really couldnât sleep, so she went into the space.
This time, she moved all the official silver out of the boxes, and sure enough, each box had the Flame Sectâs pattern at the bottom.
However, looking at the piles of gold and silver, Yang Ruxin suddenly laughed, recalling a classic line from a skit from her past life: "The most lamentable in life is when youâre gone and the money isnât spent; the most most lamentable is when youâre still alive but the moneyâs gone."
But now, the most most most lamentable thing for Sister Xin is that sheâs alive, the money is there, but she can only look at it, not spend it!