The secret room was not small; inside was a brand-new underground basement room.
In the room, apart from a few bookshelves, there was only open space, nothing at all, as clean as if it had never held anything.
Zhang Zhi crouched down, looking around.
At that moment.
His gaze sharpened.
Seeing Chu Heng also crouch down, his eyes sparkled as he voluntarily spoke, "Sir, look..."
Chu Heng followed his hand's direction, seeing faint marks on the originally clean floor, some dust, while some areas were so clean as if just swept.
Additionally, there were traces of hurriedly swept dust marks left behind.
"Something was placed here once, but it's gone now." Zhang Zhi's voice was certain; he felt his guess was correct.
Chu Heng nodded, affirming his thoughts, "Indeed, something important to Duke Zheng was stored here. If I'm not mistaken, it should have been gold ingots."
