Strongest Guard

After confirming that she was not dreaming, Yue Zitong thought of the Xuanyuan Dang.    

    

There was an ancient female official on the Xuanyuan Dang, her mother said that Emperor Yang was lucky, and that she was her mother's first grandmother.    

    

Who knew how many times Yue Zitong had played with this piece of Xuanyuan Dang when she was young. Even with her eyes closed, she could imagine its appearance.    

    

It was originally carved in the Yin, and the face of the court lady had long since become indistinct under the erosion of time.    

    

However, after Lee Nanfang had worn her for a period of time and thrown her away, the carved beauty had turned into a bright and recognizable image. She looked exactly the same as the woman she had seen in the white light shining from the bedroom door before she fainted last night.    

    

If it was any other thing, Yue Zitong's curiosity was especially strong when she discovered that the ancient official on the Xuanyuan Dang had changed from Yin to Yang, so she had to solve this mystery that did not conform to natural phenomena no matter what.    

    

She did not do so, nor did she dare to wear it on her body. Instead, she taped it to the back of the mirror and pretended that she did not know of its existence. That was because she knew very well that many old objects that had been passed down for thousands of years all possessed a certain aura.    

    

This was especially true for jade. It was definitely the most spiritual type of immovable objects.    

    

According to wild records, in a certain era, the mausoleum of an ancient emperor was stolen. The jewels that were buried were taken away, and the coffins that were used to collect the corpses were destroyed as well.    

    

That's the best of the best," said the old farmer, picking up the coffin and making a chest of drawers for the carpenter, as if it were a treasure.    

    

On the night the wardrobe was made, the old farmer's grandson went in to play and died in there.    

    

The closet door was not locked. The old farmer's grandson only needed to stand up to open the door, but he didn't open it. It was as if something heavy was pressing against the door and then sealing all the cracks, causing the child to suffocate to death inside.    

    

There were bloody scratches everywhere inside the wardrobe.    

    

The strange incidents recorded in the wild history were not necessarily true.    

    

However, no one could deny that some unscientific events could not be explained by science.    

    

And it's best not to try to unravel the unscientific events, or you'll get into some weird disaster.    

    

It was precisely because of this that Yue Zitong suppressed her curiosity and hid the Xuanyuan Dang behind the mirror.    

    

In the past few days, Yue Zitong had almost forgotten about the existence of the Xuanyuan Dang.    

    

The Xuanyuan Dang, however, did not forget about her. Just as she was about to be strangled to death by the Ghost Claw, it suddenly turned into a streak of white light and shot out like lightning, startling away the pair of Ghost Claw.    

    

The woman drawn in the white light was the ancient lady from the Xuanyuan Dang.    

    

Right now, the ancient official was still quietly attaching herself to the Xuanyuan Dang, raising her head and looking up 45 degrees.    

    

Staring at the female servant on the Xuanyuan Dang for who knows how long, Yue Zitong didn't even know what she was thinking until the sound of a flute came from the distance. Only then did she realize that Tianguang had already begun sizing her up.    

    

The golden morning sun shone through the window onto the Xuanyuan Dang in her palm.    

    

With a slight tremble of her hand, the light in her eyes started to flow, as if she was about to walk down from above when she came back to life.    

    

Yue Zitong wasn't mentally prepared for this. She quickly closed her eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't worry. There are some things that I won't tell anyone."    

    

In fact, even if she was to spread the word throughout the world that she was choked to death by the Ghost Claw last night, and that the ancient lady on top of the Xuanyuan Dang suddenly turned into a ray of white light and saved her, who would believe it?    

    

Yue Zitong once again placed the Xuanyuan Dang on the back of the mirror. After settling it, she sat on the edge of the bed and stared blankly outside for a while. When she prepared to take a bath, she suddenly thought of something.    

    

Lee Nanfang was brought in by evil aura, so what about Helan Xiaoxin?    

    

Was her sexual orientation suddenly affected by the Xuanyuan Dang?    

    

A normal woman, after suddenly becoming evil, would definitely have to go through a process of transformation.    

    

Since Helan Xiaoxin had become interested in women, it would be best to go to her room and have a look.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's room was the room where her mother-in-law used to stay.    

    

However, since Helan Xiaoxin had moved in, she had paid for herself and refurbished the furniture to match her status.    

    

Simply put, it was a luxury item.    

    

Yue Zitong would not interfere when someone was spending their own money to decorate their own house and replace it with more expensive furniture.    

    

As soon as he opened the door with the spare key, the mature musk of an implicit sex factor assaulted his senses.    

    

This kind of aura, which Helan Xiaoxin was addicted to, was precisely the one that Yue Zitong disliked the most. Thus, she rarely came to her room.    

    

If she hadn't wanted to find some answers, Yue Zitong wouldn't have bothered to come in.    

    

The room was a mess.    

    

It had been proven that all the elegant and noble single women outside, their private spaces, were usually a mess. Every pair of high-heeled shoes was worth more than ten thousand yuan, and could be thrown around as they pleased.    

    

These things were on the sofa, the end of the bed, and even the floor.    

    

Of course, Director Yue wasn't stupid enough to clean up all this mess for her. He didn't want her to notice that someone had come to her room after she came back.    

    

Taking off her shoes and putting them outside the door, Yue Zitong slowly walked in with her feet on top of her. Her eyes swept the room in an attempt to find a place where she could hide her secrets.    

    

I didn't find anything.    

    

Alright, I'll start with the bedside table. In any case, there are only these few pieces of furniture in the room.    

    

Cigarettes, lighters, lipstick.    

    

Picking up a pair of stockings, Yue Zitong was about to put them aside when she stopped herself. Her eyebrows were slightly creased, and she used both hands to tug at the stockings to examine her heels.    

    

A few days ago, Yue Zitong went to the banks of the Yellow River to inspect her work. She accidentally twisted her right foot, causing her shoes to fall off.    

    

This was a trivial matter, and after putting on the shoes, the broken parts could not be seen.    

    

However, the meticulous Min Rou, in order to prevent Director Yue from losing his mood during inspections due to wearing a broken black wire, took out a needle and thread from the treasure chest in the car and invited Director Yue to get on the car to sew it for her.    

    

Min Rou was meticulous, but Yue Zitong felt that it was unnecessary and she urged Min Rou to hurry up.    

    

Min Rou left a thread about five centimeters long when she cut the black thread.    

    

Kaihuang Group products were now Fairy Beauty stocking, walking the high-end route, the most expensive style was over two hundred yuan per pair, as the CEO of the company, Yue Zitong, of course had to wear this kind of high-end goods.    

    

However, no matter how high the grade was, she would not continue to wear out the black silk. Thus, after returning home, she took it off and threw it into the wastebasket, as if it was trash.    

    

She clearly remembered that Sister Xin, who was sitting right next to her, scolded her for being a waste when she saw her throwing black silk at him.    

    

Yue Zitong had forgotten who threw out the trash that day.    

    

It didn't matter.    

    

More importantly, Yue Zitong had found this black thread in Helan Xiaoxin's drawer.    

    

The indiscernible black thread was the most powerful proof.    

    

If this was Scumbag Lee's room, it would be normal to see the black silk that his aunt wore in his drawer. After all, there were many men with dirty thoughts who were so eccentric.    

    

But was Helan Xiaoxin a man?    

    

How could she have stolen the old black thread and taken it back to her room from the garbage?    

    

What for?    

    

Don't even mention that Sister Xin, who didn't even look at a pair of shoes when she bought them, had a good tradition of hardships and simplicity. She had picked up this black silk and wanted to wear it herself.    

    

What for?    

    

When Yue Zitong asked this question for the second time, she put the black silk under her nose as if by some strange coincidence. With just a sniff, she threw it out as if it had been electrocuted.    

    

Women were most sensitive to the smell of women, just like how men who smelled Bath's disinfectant would suspect that someone was running a pipe nearby.    

    

Yue Zitong's face instantly turned red. As she cursed in a low voice at the cunning fox, her stomach began to churn.    

    

However, he had to endure it.    

    

The appearance of this black thread was evidence of Helan Xiaoxin's sexual orientation, and there was indeed a problem.    

    

She liked women, but she might still like men.    

    

Yue Zitong had snuck in to search for when Helan Xiaoxin had changed.    

    

There were cigarettes in the drawer and a small bottle of white powder.    

    

Picking a spot with her fingernail and placing it on the tip of her tongue, Yue Zitong knew what it was.    

    

She had been trained to identify drugs when she was in the KGB.    

    

Although she was training at that time and had put all her effort into learning Holan Fusu, no matter what she did, it was enough to tell that it was a drug.    

    

She didn't find it strange that Helan Xiaoxin took drugs.    

    

For a woman who has had an unfortunate marriage, when she is not accompanied by a man, she is empty and cold, so it is normal to seek some comfort from these things.    

    

Yue Zitong had no interest in drugs. She was just putting the small bottle aside when she suddenly thought, Do you want to try what it tastes like?    

    

She was startled by this scary thought. She quickly shook her head and lit a cigarette, suppressing her impulse to give it a try.    

    

The more they searched, the darker Yue Zitong's face became.    

    

The few clothes she wore were actually under Helan Xiaoxin's pillow, along with a few exquisite European and American picture magazines.    

    

If he didn't scold this coquettish fox, it would be difficult for him to quell the anger in his heart.    

    

However, when she found some electric products at the bottom of the wardrobe, she didn't think any of this was a problem.    

    

"Sigh. Sister Xin, you are already on the wrong track. How can I save you? "    

    

After sighing faintly, Yue Zitong's anger at the obscene act of Helan Xiaoxin eased by a lot.    

    

It was a pity that such a proud and noble Helan Xiaoxin had turned into such a state. In fact, when she was doing those things, she would also feel a strong sense of guilt and want to control herself, but she wouldn't be able to.    

    

Yue Zitong, who thought she knew Sister Xin well, finally found a diary at the bottom of the wardrobe.    

    

With the popularity of electronic products, it is rare for anyone to use a notebook to write a diary anymore.    

    

In everyone's diary, there was basically a record of her truest side.    

    

"I hope I can find the reason for your change and help you get back on track."    

    

Yue Zitong sat on a rattan chair on the balcony and opened her diary.    

    

The date of the first entry in the diary was the day that Helan Xiaoxin came to Qingshan.    

    

It seemed that this book only recorded what happened to her after she came to the Green Mountain.    

    

On a certain day of a certain month, the weather was sunny and cloudy. Uncle Yue Lincheng and I, accompanied by Qingshan and a few other leaders, walked into the Kaihuang Group Headquarters building.    

    

Sometimes I have to admire my little sister for the way she looks at the servants.    

    

Who would have thought that while she was trapped in Mexico, with everyone in the nation who knew her busy trying to distance themselves from her, Min Rou would be stubbornly waiting for her.    

    

Therefore, I think that the name of this diary should be Min Rou.