Chapter 9: The Xiao Family Escapes Confiscation
The night was deep and profound; incense smoke curled gently within the royal temple, and the distant tolling of bells seemed to sever all ties with the clamor of the mortal world.
Qin Luoli and Xiao Jingyuan stepped into the temple, the scent of sandalwood filling the air, calming the mind and spirit.
Yet beneath this tranquility lurked boundless danger.
Their mission was to uncover the cipher that would unravel the mystery surrounding the life and death of the Xiao family.
Inside the temple, golden Buddhist statues shimmered under the flickering candlelight, while the surrounding walls were adorned with exquisite murals depicting ancient mythological tales.
Qin Luoli and Xiao Jingyuan held their breath, cautious not to make a sound, fearful of disturbing this sacred sanctuary or inviting unwelcome trouble.
After all, this was imperial forbidden ground—any slight misstep could lead to irreversible doom.
“This place feels eerie—like there’s a chill creeping behind us,” Xiao Jingyuan murmured, lowering his voice as his eyes scanned the surroundings warily.
Qin Luoli nodded; she too sensed an unusual aura permeating the air.
This royal temple was far more mysterious and unpredictable than she had imagined.
The two moved carefully through the temple’s corridors, scrutinizing their environment for any clue, any thread to follow.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept through, extinguishing several oil lamps at the corridor’s end, plunging the area into darkness.
“Watch out!” Xiao Jingyuan grasped Qin Luoli, shielding her behind him.
Almost at once, sharp arrows whistled through the darkness, aimed straight at them.
Quick as lightning, Xiao Jingyuan drew his sword, deflecting each arrow with precision.
The piercing sound of arrows slicing the air was deafening in the still temple.
“Looks like someone doesn’t want us to find the cipher,” Qin Luoli said calmly.
From the shadows, the Prime Minister Wang’s men sneered, “Overestimating yourselves! You dare challenge Lord Prime Minister? Prepare to die!”
More concealed arrows rained down from all directions. Back to back, Qin Luoli and Xiao Jingyuan fought off the sudden onslaught.
“Luoli, you find the cipher! Leave this to me!” Xiao Jingyuan commanded in a grave tone, his sword weaving an impenetrable shield around her.
Qin Luoli knew this was no time for recklessness. She must locate the cipher quickly to save the Xiao family from peril.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped into a nearby side chamber.
Inside, the dim light revealed an air thick with dust and forgotten secrets.
Lighting a matchstick, Qin Luoli began her meticulous search.
A sudden click beneath her foot startled her. Looking down, she saw a pitch-black hole—a concealed trapdoor.
The dark abyss seemed endless, like a monstrous maw waiting to swallow its prey.
Without hesitation, she leapt into the void.
A muffled thud echoed as she landed in a sealed chamber.
Surrounded by darkness, she fumbled to light her matchstick. The faint glow revealed a cramped stone room, its walls engraved with dense inscriptions and patterns—an ancient cipher.
“This temple truly holds hidden wonders,” Qin Luoli mused, engrossed in the cryptic carvings, as if engaged in a grand puzzle.
Using her exceptional memory and logical prowess, she soon discerned a pattern.
The wall’s motifs bore resemblance to the totems she had seen in the Xiao residence—this cipher was not without clues.
Her fingers traced the uneven engravings, feeling for switches.
Pressing these protrusions in a precise sequence, the quiet chamber echoed with soft clicks.
At her final press, a stone pedestal rose from the center, revealing a simple yet ancient box.
“The cipher must be inside!” Qin Luoli whispered.
Suddenly, a rumbling shattered the silence overhead. Looking up, she saw a crack slowly forming at the chamber’s ceiling, a piercing beam of light streaming in—the chamber lay beneath the temple!
As she prepared to leave, a sudden whoosh above signaled imminent danger.
“Watch out!” Xiao Jingyuan’s urgent shout rang in her ears just as darkness overwhelmed her and a powerful force yanked her backward.
The sickening sound of a blade piercing flesh followed.
Qin Luoli barely regained her senses to see Xiao Jingyuan clutching her protectively, a poisoned dart lodged in his back.
Her eyes widened in shock as she steadied his faltering frame, her heart skipping a beat.
Anxiety and guilt surged through her. “Are you all right? Tell me you’re okay!” Her voice trembled.
Blood seeped from the dart’s wound, staining his garment and blurring her vision with crimson.
“Jingyuan! How are you?” Her voice cracked as she tore her sleeve to bind the injury.
Xiao Jingyuan groaned, pale, sweat beading on his forehead.
Enduring the pain, he grasped her hand weakly. “I’m fine... You must go... Leave me behind...”
“Don’t say such foolish things! I could never abandon you!” Qin Luoli’s eyes glistened with tears, her resolve unwavering. “I’m a healer—this wound is nothing!”
Swiftly, she retrieved medicinal salves and bandages from her space pocket, expertly treating his injury.
Once bandaged, she fed him a healing pill.
Only then did she exhale in relief.
“Luckily, the dart missed any vital organs,” she murmured, caressing his cheek with tender care.
Xiao Jingyuan looked at the woman so deeply concerned for him, a warm light blossoming in his heart.
Weakly, he smiled. “Luoli, thank you...”
Leaning her head against his chest, Qin Luoli listened to his steady heartbeat, feeling a profound sense of safety.
Their embrace radiated warmth amid the dim stone chamber.
After tending to Xiao Jingyuan’s wound, Qin Luoli turned her attention back to the jade pendant in her hand.
The characters inscribed on its reverse held the key to unraveling the letter’s mystery.
Carefully studying the sequence and recalling the totems from the Xiao residence, a sudden insight struck her.
“I see now!” she exclaimed, eyes shining with excitement. “This means salvation for us!”
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