My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World-Chapter 607: A Mysterious Old Book (2)

Being asked by Yu Zhao, the envoy took out the old book and presented it with both hands.

"Pavilion Master, this is an old book that this subordinate received from the Minister of Rites of the Yu Empire. He used it in exchange for us saving his family members from the Wen Clan. After inspecting the contents, this subordinate accepted his commission."

After he finished his report, Yu Zhao glanced at Sha Ying.

Receiving the signal, Sha Ying walked toward the envoy and took the old book. Walking back to Yu Zhao, he placed it before him and stood to the side.

While Yu Zhao was reading the old book, Sha Ying peeked at it from behind.

The moment Yu Zhao read the first page, his eyes flickered with doubt and interest.

A few minutes later, Yu Zhao closed the old book. Raising his eyes, he looked at the envoy and said, "Well done. Go to the finance department and get your reward."

When the envoy heard this, his eyes lit up. "Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

After the envoy left in a good mood, Sha Ying asked, "Master, this book... Is its content true?"

Yu Zhao fell into deep thought for a long while before saying, "Sha Ying, go and investigate this matter. See if the Great General Feng has something like the bronze mirror mentioned in this book. Also, there is a rumor about his fiancée. Investigate her."

"Yes, Master." Receiving his order, Sha Ying left the room. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Left alone, Yu Zhao looked at the old book thoughtfully.

Slowly rubbing the jade thumb ring, he muttered doubtfully, "Is there really someone who could go against Heaven in this world?"

As his doubtful words echoed softly in the spacious room, the sky outside slowly brightened.

At the same time, far away in the imperial capital of the Yu Empire, something joyful happened in the Minister of Rites’ mansion.

Just before the first sunlight shone through the eastern horizon, one of the male servants responsible for cleaning the garden suddenly screamed.

"Ah!!"

Instantly, his horror-filled scream startled the other servants working nearby.

Coming back to their senses, the male servants hurried toward the direction of the scream, while the maidservants fearfully followed them from behind.

Rushing to the garden, the sight of countless bodies lying on the ground paved with smooth gravel shocked the servants. Looking at the blood-soaked bodies lying neatly there, chills crept up from their soles, freezing them on the spot.

After a brief moment of shock, one of the male servants hurriedly said, "Quick! Go and call for the steward and inform the Old Master!"

Reminded by him, one of the male servants responded, "Yes, yes, yes!" Without wasting another second, he rushed away.

Seeing that the servant who had found the bodies was still sitting on the ground in shock, another servant looked at the two others and said, "You two, help him up and send him to the house physician for a checkup."

"Alright."

"Good."

Stepping forward, the two male servants helped him up and carried him away to find the house physician.

Before long, the Minister of Rites arrived in a hurry, followed by the steward and a group of male servants.

The second he saw the bodies lying on the ground, his legs lost their strength.

"Old Master!" The steward reacted quickly and managed to catch the Minister of Rites before he fell to the ground.

Grabbing the steward’s hand tightly, the Minister of Rites tried his best to control his emotions.

"Help me over. I need to check on them," he ordered in a choked voice.

"Yes, Old Master."

With the steward’s help, the Minister of Rites walked tremblingly toward the bodies. Standing beside them, he suddenly fell to his knees.

Raising his trembling hands, he slowly reached toward his old mother. Holding his breath, the Minister of Rites placed his index finger beneath the old madam’s nose.

When he felt the faint but steady breathing, joy and relief flashed in his eyes. In an instant, he felt that the heavy weight on his heart was gone.

Without looking away from his old mother, the Minister of Rites ordered urgently, "Quick! Call for a physician! Hurry!"

Realizing that those bodies were not corpses but living people, the steward hurriedly responded, "Yes, Old Master!"

In his panic, the steward forgot that he could simply order the servants. While the Minister of Rites got up to check the others, the steward rushed out personally.

A few minutes later, the Minister of Rites finished checking all of his family members and burst into tears while holding his youngest grandson.

"Fortunately... Fortunately, all of you are still alive! Heaven has eyes!"

While the Minister of Rites’ mansion was in chaos, the joyful atmosphere slowly replaced the gloomy aura that had shrouded the mansion for years.

At the same time, more than a dozen Hong Sha Pavilion field teams secretly sent the Wen Clan’s prisoners back to their homes.

By the time the first sunlight finally broke through the eastern horizon, the last team had completed its mission and was on its way back to headquarters.

An hour later, after settling his wounded family members, the Minister of Rites went to his study. Sitting behind the Huang Huali table, he ground the ink patiently.

After preparing the ink, the Minister of Rites picked up his writing brush then began to write letters.

Half an hour later, he called for a servant. "Someone, come in."

Guarding outside the study, the male servant pushed open the door and walked in. Standing before the Minister of Rites, he clasped his hand, bowed slightly, and asked, "Old Master, what are your instructions?"

Handing the stack of letters to him, the Minister of Rites ordered, "Send these letters out secretly. Remember—don’t let anyone see you."

Accepting the letters, the servant responded, "Yes, Old Master."

After the servant left the study, the Minister of Rites stood up from his seat. Walking to the circular window, he looked at the sunrise with a hint of worry clouding his eyes.

Letting out a long sigh, he muttered, "The sky is changing. I need to leave before it’s too late."

While the Minister of Rites was filled with worry and anxiety, the soldiers guarding the city gate began their morning routine.