Yuan Qing reached out her hand and pointed in the direction of the villa, speaking.
"I truly don't know why Mo Tingsheng and the others suddenly initiated the destruction plan…"
"Mrs. Yu, what's the point of saying any more? Go upstairs, unless you want me to escort you up."
Yuan Qing stared into Jing Deng's eyes and spoke in a tone that was half-caution and half-threat.
"Sigh."
Jing Deng let out a sigh and went to the second floor of the villa. Inside a cramped room, they knelt before two coffins.
"Miss, Jing Deng has failed in their duties."
"Jing Deng, you should know what Nine Miles Villa is," the lady inside the coffin said slowly.
"I know—it's Mingjiang Prefecture sixty years in the future."
Jing Deng was naturally aware of the nature of Nine Miles Villa.
If the current Mingjiang Prefecture, about to be submerged by floodwaters, is the present-day Mingjiang Prefecture,
then Nine Miles Villa is the Mingjiang Prefecture of the future.
