Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

To find out the whole story, you should ask the people involved.

Shen Mingchao pulled Zhang Qiyu along through his sleeve, and the two of them walked smoothly to the chess table in the garden.

Faced with three deliberately aged faces, she clearly saw the fleeting look of astonishment in their eyes the moment their eyes met.

He probably didn't expect her to come looking for him directly.

Before she could even speak, the most talkative one stepped forward to greet her.

Zhang Haiyan, dressed in a flamboyant old-fashioned women's outfit, had a bad feeling. She stepped forward with small, quick steps and said in a high-pitched voice:

"Oh, Mingchao, let Grandma take a good look at you, Grandma has missed you so much."

"Sigh, Grandma had an emergency at home recently and left in a hurry without telling you. She just got back not long ago. How are you? Are you alright when you come in?"

Shen Mingchao was speechless as he watched Zhang Haiyan's performance.

What kind of blatant lies are you spouting?

Did you leave in such a hurry without saying goodbye? She complained about the strange smell of that bag of Chinese medicine, and there's still a huge pile left at home.

Seeing her serious expression, Zhang Haiyan quickly softened her tone and then comforted her:

"Oh dear~ Why do you look so pale? Did something happen? Listen to your grandma, things will work themselves out. Our Mingchao is so handsome, it's such a waste to see him looking so down. He should smile more often."

As he spoke, he turned to the side and jabbed his elbow at Zhang Qianjun next to him. "Come on, her second uncle, the girl is unhappy, quickly make a face to cheer her up."

Zhang Haiyan's blow was quite forceful. Zhang Qianjun swayed and fell forward. If he hadn't reacted quickly and braced himself on the table, his face would have made intimate contact with it.

"You son of a bitch..."

He was about to utter a curse when Zhang Qianjun suddenly remembered his identity and swallowed the profanity back down.

He forced a stiff, kind smile, trying to smooth things over: "Don't joke around. I'm an old man of my age, how could I make funny faces?"

"Seriously, stop laughing." Zhang Haiyan's face was full of disgust. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Qianjun's chin, turning his face to the side. "Your smile will make your face full of wrinkles. Don't scare the girl."

Zhang Qianjun: "..."

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, he would have loved to unleash all the filth swirling in his mind onto Zhang Haiyan's face.

Zhang Haiyan completely ignored Zhang Qianjun's fiery glare and looked at Zhang Haike, who was sitting motionless opposite him.

Why is this guy pretending to be so profound at a time like this?

Was it significant to him?

He sneered inwardly, but greeted her warmly, "Honey, the girl's unhappy. Tell me a few lame jokes? Or how about you do a few handsprings? Isn't that what you're best at?"

Zhang Haike: "..."

He knew perfectly well that Zhang Haiyan was just that kind of shameless person, so he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

I do have some regrets. If I had known, I would have used super glue to seal Zhang Haiyan's mouth before leaving home today.

The air grew colder and colder, and an awkward silence crept in.

When his words were ignored, Zhang Haiyan gave Zhang Haike a look, letting the other man figure it out for himself.

Unable to bear the awkward silence, he shifted his focus of mischief to his own clan leader.

"By the way, Ming Dynasty, who is this unfamiliar young man beside you...?"

He looked you up and down, then exaggeratedly shook his head and clicked his tongue, "Tsk tsk tsk, look at this taciturn, fierce-looking guy, could it be that he upset you?"

As he spoke, he put his hands on his hips, striking a pose as if he were supporting a younger person:

"Hmph! I've lived most of my life, what kind of people haven't I seen? Men who make women angry are no good! It's okay if you're too soft-hearted to get angry, Grandma will teach him a lesson for you!"

This is blatant abuse of power for personal gain.

How Zhang Haiyan silenced everyone with just a few words.

Zhang Qilin: "..."

He didn't recognize the old woman in front of him, but he could tell she was talking badly about him.

This is very strange.

Why smear someone you don't even know?

He tugged at Shen Mingchao's sleeve, and when Shen Mingchao looked over, he shook his head: "What he said is wrong."

The voice was as calm and steady as ever.

But Shen Mingchao inexplicably detected a hint of grievance in his voice.

Oh, right, he has amnesia.

Otherwise, given Zhang Qiyu's personality, the Black Gold Ancient Sword would have been drawn the moment Zhang Haiyan finished speaking.

Ugh.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over me.

Shen Mingchao patted the other's forearm reassuringly, and said gently with a smile, "Yes, he's wrong."

She watched the whole thing and was once again amazed by Xiao Zhang's ability to talk a big game; in just a few minutes, he had almost reached Lhasa.

The fact that Brother Zhang has survived so long in the Zhang family without being beaten to death is largely due to the Zhang family's patience.

Seeing that Zhang Haiyan had actually rolled up her pink gauze sleeves, as if she were going to stand up for her, she couldn't help but ask, "You really dare to lay a hand on him?"

"What?"

Zhang Haiyan was caught off guard by Shen Mingchao's words, causing her voice to become somewhat deep and resonant.

Realizing what he had said, he immediately raised his voice and asked again, "Mingchao, what are you talking about? How could Grandma not dare to..."

"Stop pinching it."

"Huh?" This time Zhang Haiyan was genuinely surprised.

Shen Mingchao looked around and sighed deeply.

Let's leave this cosplay game here.

Or rather, stop pretending.

After saying this, Shen Mingchao noticed that the three people did not show any signs of panic.

This was actually within her expectations.

At first, the three of them were perfectly disguised. If it weren't for Zhang Haixia acting as a cheat code, it would have been very difficult for her to tell them apart.

But later she discovered that the three of them were gradually becoming lax and were showing some weaknesses.

Aside from some clues revealed in verbal exchanges.

The most obvious example is the "Hunter's Finger" (发丘指).

She could guess their intentions.

They might have wanted to proceed gradually, fearing that a sudden revelation would worsen their relationship. So they planned to wait for her to slowly realize something was wrong, and then reveal their true identities little by little at the right moment.

However, she couldn't wait.

The dream left her with a very bad feeling, and she was now eager to know what had happened.

Besides, she's not one to drag things out; let her be the one to break through this barrier.

Shen Mingchao's gaze was clear as he slowly swept over the three people in front of him. He spoke slowly and deliberately, repeating each word with certainty: "Stop pretending. I've known who you are for a long time."