Both of them were very familiar with the governor's mansion. They quickly arrived outside the council hall and saw a corpse with only half its body left from the explosion, as well as Jiao Liang's head, which only had half a face remaining.
The two fell silent. A moment later, Xie Nanxiao asked with a trembling voice, "Is this something humanly possible?"
Yao Ji didn't speak, but his heart was equally in turmoil. No wonder, no wonder those people were so panicked. So this was why!
Yao Ji took the lead and walked toward the study not far from the council hall. If he guessed correctly, most of the wealth Jiao Liang had plundered should be kept in the study's secret room.
He was close friends with the eldest son of the governor's Luo family, so he knew many things about the governor's household. It was just a pity for such a handsome and jade-like figure to meet such an end.
Their goal here was simple: to help the princess gather more wealth.
They had no possessions of their own and couldn't rely on the princess to support them forever, so the two of them wanted to find some gold, silver, and money.
They had also told the princess about this place, but she couldn't carry that much all by herself. They could share the burden somewhat, though it was a pity they couldn't take everything.
Time was tight, otherwise they could have found a place to bury it first and dig it up later when they had the chance. It was truly a pity; who knew who would end up benefiting from it.
Upon entering the study, the first thing they saw was a whole wall covered in familiar weapons.
Among them was Mo Lin, which was Yao Ji's horse lance.
Pan Long, Xie Nanxiao's spear.
Yin Mian, Yao Chong's long saber.
Tai Yin, the governor's sword.
Bi Shui, the Chen family head's sword.
...
These were Jiao Liang's spoils of war, but they were their humiliation!
But at the same time, they were also their military merits and glory. The owners of these weapons, without exception, fought for this city and its people to the very last moment, until their deaths!
Xie Nanxiao stepped forward and took down his partner, the spear Pan Long, and whispered, "Pan Long, I've finally found you."
Yao Ji stood in front of the long saber Yin Mian, his eyes slightly red. This was his father's saber. The scenes of his father teaching him martial arts in the past were still vivid in his mind, but now they were separated by life and death.
He took down Yin Mian before going to get his Mo Lin.
Xie Nanxiao also gathered his emotions and took down both the Tai Yin and Bi Shui swords, hanging them on his body. These were excellent swords and could serve as a memorial.
When they opened the door to the secret room, the sight almost blinded them: gold cakes, silver ingots, copper coins, and various gold and silver vessels...
Yao Ji was decisive. "Only take the gold cakes."
Let alone getting out of the city, even getting out of the governor's mansion probably wouldn't be easy. They couldn't take everything, so they could only choose the most valuable gold cakes.
The two were prepared. They took the gold cakes and stuffed them into their trouser legs. They had no choice; they had to keep their hands free to fight the enemy, so they could only hide the gold on their bodies.
But the gold cakes were too heavy, and their tied trouser legs looked like they were about to tear.
Yao Ji made a prompt decision. "Tie them in sections, and put a portion in each section."
His movements were fast. He tied a section at his calf and put some in, then tied another at his thigh and put some in.
His belt was tied extremely tight, afraid that his pants would fall down. These pants were now worth a fortune, and he finally understood what it felt like to literally tighten one's belt.
After he finished, he looked up and saw Xie Nanxiao still stuffing gold cakes into his pants. He went over to help.
"Hiss, enough, enough, no more, it's crushing my balls!" Xie Nanxiao gasped and quickly stopped him.
Yao Ji: "..." He stood up and silently wiped his hands on his clothes.
At this time, Jiang Jin had just finished collecting the tableware, rice, grains, vegetables, various meats, oil, salt, and so on from the kitchen and the utility room. She didn't even spare the firewood.
There were also more than ten live chickens and ducks, and she cleanly slit their throats.
After all, it was the governor's mansion. They fed many people, so there was quite a lot of stored grain. Most of it was refined rice and white flour, with a small amount of coarse grains. The total grain should add up to over 2,000 catties.
Then she went to the governor's mansion's pharmacy and stored all the medicine inside, along with various tools, into her spatial dimension.
After that, she went to the storehouse, but to her surprise, there were only 500 strings of cash inside. A whole commandery, and only 500 strings of cash?!
There were also over a thousand bolts of cloth. Although a thousand bolts seemed like a lot, it didn't amount to much when converted to money. Better than nothing, she supposed.
However, there was an unexpected pleasant surprise: the storehouse actually contained dozens of sacks of cotton!
Cotton already existed in this era, but it hadn't been popularized and was only grown in a few areas.
After collecting the items from the storehouse, it was about time, so she decided to head straight to the study in the council hall.
According to Yao Ji and the other, there was a secret room there. She hoped there would be more wealth on that side.
Before leaving, however, she set fire to the storehouse. The storehouse was a crucial location, so soldiers would inevitably come to put out the fire, which would somewhat relieve the pressure on everyone.
It was already chaotic anyway, so let it be even more chaotic.
This time, when she saw soldiers on the way, she didn't kill them. She just shouted, "The storehouse is on fire! Everyone go put it out!"
Piaoshuang Pavilion.
This was Jiao Liang's backyard. It was the quietest place in the entire governor's mansion tonight. No one came to disturb them, and no one came to inform them that Jiao Liang had been killed.
Chen Zi looked at her suddenly appearing brother, her face full of surprise and disbelief. She slowly reached out her hand. "Brother, are you... are you really still alive?"
Looking at his bruised and battered cousin lying on the couch, Chen Xi's eyes instantly turned red.
He grasped her hand, which was so thin it was nothing but bones, and nodded vigorously. "Let's go. Brother will take you out."
Chen Zi smiled, but tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. "No, Brother, I'm not leaving. You go quickly."
Seeing that her brother was still alive, she was relieved. When she went down to the underworld, she would be able to answer to her parents and uncle.
Chen Xi saw that she had the will to die, and his grip tightened. "Wuniang, only the two of us siblings are left in the Chen family. Do you have the heart to abandon me?"
"Come with Brother, okay? From now on, Brother will definitely protect you well and never let you get hurt again."
Chen Zi shook her head. "I can't leave. I'll drag you down. Seeing that you are safe, my heart is at peace."
Covered in blood and dirt, Zhou Sui reminded them, "There is not much time left."
Chen Xi bent down and crouched. "Wuniang, I will carry you on my back. Once we get to the stables, we will hitch a carriage and leave the city. You won't be a burden."
Looking at the thin and frail back in front of her, Chen Zi felt a wave of bitterness. "I am so defiled, it is not worth it!"
Chen Xi maintained his crouching posture, looking as if he wouldn't leave if she didn't. "In my eyes, you are the same as you always were."
Chen Zi bit her pale lips tightly until beads of blood seeped out, and the light in her eyes gradually became firm.
Enduring the unspeakable pain in her body, she propped herself up and lay on Chen Xi's back.
Warm tears dripped onto Chen Xi's shoulder, seeping into his skin and burning his heart with a dull ache.
This was the daughter of the Chen family who had grown up pampered and adored, and she was only 14 years old!
His hands supported her legs as he stood up steadily and strode outward.
But before he could take a few steps, he heard an elegant voice: "Are you Chen Dalang? Can you take me with you?"
