Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage - Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Chapter 590: Simple, Crude

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She pushed hard, but it didn’t budge.

“Is there a switch?” Jiang Ning looked back at the other three, focusing on Li Hongyuan.

Since he knew there was a hidden door here, he must know where the switch was.

Li Hongyuan, however, remained expressionless: “I don’t know.”

“Then how did you know…”

“I guessed.”

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“…As the leader of Mu Jian, is this your first time coming to his house?”

“I’ve been here twice. But obviously, Mu Jian, the traitor inside, wouldn’t show his secret room to his master.” Li Hongyuan spoke calmly.

Guxing said: “Seventh Miss, don’t worry, I have a way.”

“Xingxing is reliable, I’ll leave it to you.”

Just as Jiang Ning thought she would use some extraordinary skill to find the switch, Guxing suddenly took out a huge hammer and slammed it hard against the hollow wall—

Boom—

With a massive noise, the sound of wood cracking followed.

Jiang Ning stared blankly at everything.

Could this be the infamous, unpredictable, and terrifying means of the legendary Ms. Xing?

Such a simple and brutal way?

Guxing swung her hammer and smashed the wall twice more.

Eventually, the wall was smashed open, creating a hole large enough for a person to pass through.

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She threw away the hammer, dusted off her hands, and gestured for her to go in: “Seventh Miss, you can enter now.”

Jiang Ning was speechless: “Ms. Xing, don’t you have any cleverer method? It’s not like Mu Jian has to use a big hammer to break the wall every time he enters and exits the secret room.”

“This is faster; isn’t it much smarter than wasting time looking for a switch?” Guxing said, looking completely justified.

“Sigh!”

Jiang Ning was dejected.

These were the weird creatures that Uncle had taught.

“It is indeed quite clever.”

Li Hongyuan said and walked over.

Jiang Ning said: “When Mu Jian comes back and sees this, won’t he know that someone has broken in here? Don’t you understand what it means to startle the snake?”

Li Hongyuan said: “Then just restore it before he comes back.”

“Can a torn piece of paper be restored to its original state? How could a clever man like Mu Jian be fooled?”

Unfortunately, no one listened to her, and they all crawled into the hole one by one.

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Jiang Ning looked at the mess on the ground and could only follow helplessly.

After walking a few steps, they came to a small secret room.

There was nearly nothing in the empty secret room.

The word “nearly” was used because there was a tiny bit left.

In the corner of the secret room, there was a small brazier with fire already extinguished, leaving only a pile of ashes and some partially burnt papers.

Li Hongyuan was the first to enter, and by the time Jiang Ning entered, he had already squatted down in front of the brazier and picked up the half-burned papers.

Guxing stood beside him, wanting to help but not daring to.

Although she didn’t care about the Crown Prince, she still had a sense of hierarchy.

Li Hongyuan, holding the paper, looked back at Jiang Ning and said, “Do you want to take a look at the evidence you asked for?”

Jiang Ning hurriedly walked over, took the pieces of paper, and saw the remaining lines of writing.

“…General Mu, the deed is done, please…”

The front part was burned, and the latter part was indistinguishable.

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The handwriting was that of Jiang Ruobai.

It seemed that this letter was written by Jiang Ruobai to Mu Jian.

Jiang Ning could still recognize Jiang Ruobai’s handwriting.

She stared at the paper for a long time, tore it apart, and sneered: “You want to decide the Jiang family’s guilt with just a single letter? How do you know that someone else didn’t write this letter to frame my father?”