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The moment the blood droplet fell, all eight array plates trembled simultaneously, and the light patterns on the bronze surfaces, like startled snakes, suddenly sprang up. A new image appeared in Ye Heng's sea of ​​consciousness with a loud "boom."

A snow-capped mountain.

He was very familiar with the shapes of the snow-capped mountains. The Kunlun Mountains also have snow, but the mountains here are steeper, and the ridges resemble an inverted knife. On the mountainside, there is a cluster of black buildings, half-buried in the snow, like a frozen coffin.

There is a red dot in the center of the building complex.

The red dot was flashing and jumping, in a very regular rhythm, like a heartbeat.

Ye Heng stared at the red dot, and suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

"Northern Yan." He heard his voice was a little dry. "This is the snow-capped mountain of Northern Yan."

"You can see?" Su Yingxue walked over.

"Hmm." Ye Heng didn't turn around. "There's a map of the earth's veins sealed inside the array. The red dot marks the location of the array's core, and also... the place where someone is imprisoned."

Su Yingxue remained silent for a while.

"Your master?"

"I don't know." Ye Heng stood up. "But Feng Tianyin sent me a message telling me not to go back to the mountain. Something happened to them."

Footsteps sounded at the warehouse entrance.

Ye Beiyuan strode in, her expression grim. She clutched her phone, the screen still lit.

"Senior." She glanced at Su Yingxue, then looked at Ye Heng, "Something has happened to the Ye family."

"What is it?"

"My father has disappeared." Ye Beiyuan's voice was steady, but Ye Heng could tell she was suppressing her emotions. "The Third Elder, Ye Chengli, took over the Ye family this morning, saying he was 'unwell and needed to rest.' I made more than a dozen phone calls, but no one answered. My brother, Ye Feng, is being held in the ancestral hall, Ye Ling has been sent to another province, and Ye Qingyun's whereabouts are unknown."

Ye Heng's eyes turned cold.

"Ye Chengli".

"Yes." Ye Beiyuan looked at him. "There's one more thing. I had someone check the family genealogy, and my mother's name has been erased. It wasn't erased later; it was erased twenty years ago."

"What's the reason?"

"There's no reason. The family genealogy only has a sword-shaped ink mark with four words written next to it—'Expelled from the Ye Family.'"

Ye Heng remained silent.

He suddenly remembered what Su Changhong had just said.

Ling Hanyue protected someone she shouldn't have.

"Senior," Ye Beiyuan looked at him, "I want to go back to Northern Yan."

"Together," Ye Heng said.

"What about the wedding?" Su Yingxue suddenly asked.

The warehouse was quiet for a moment.

Ye Heng turned his head.

Su Yingxue stood in the doorway, backlit, making her expression difficult to discern. Her voice was calm, so calm it was almost unlike her usual self.

"The wedding is in ten days," she said. "The invitations have already been sent out."

"Reflecting Snow—"

"I'm not asking about the wedding," Su Yingxue interrupted him. "I'm asking you, Ye Heng, when are you planning to tell me?"

Ye Heng looked at her, feeling as if something was stuck in his throat.

Because he knew that for any woman, a wedding is the most important event in her life, and Su Yingxue was not the kind of person who could be easily swayed by a few sweet words.

"I was going to wait until I found out before telling you," he said.

"Find out?" Su Yingxue smiled faintly. "You always say that. Have you found out about Gong Yichu? Have you found out about Su Yingrou? Have you found out about your master yet?"

Ye Heng didn't speak.

"Ye Heng, I am not your subordinate, nor am I a decorative vase you keep in your villa." Su Yingxue took a step forward, her voice not loud, but each word distinct, "You want to go to Northern Yan, fine. You want to save your master, fine. But you can't have me guarding your wedding while treating me like an outsider."

Ye Heng looked at her.

He suddenly noticed that Su Yingxue wasn't wearing makeup today. There were some dark circles under her eyes, and her lips were pale, but her eyes were very bright, as if a fire was burning beneath a layer of ice.

"Okay," he said. "I'll tell you."

Su Yingxue didn't move.

"But not today." Ye Heng glanced out the window. "I have to go to Northern Yan first. Master can't wait."

"A few days?"

"Three days," Ye Heng said. "I will bring Master back within three days."

"What if we can't bring them back?"

Ye Heng was silent for two seconds.

"Then let's postpone the wedding."

Su Yingxue stared at him for a long time, then finally turned to Su Changhong and said, "Grandpa, the wedding will proceed as planned. The invitations don't need to be changed."

Su Changhong paused for a moment: "Yingxue—"

"He went to rescue his master." Su Yingxue's voice was calm. "I'll be in charge of the wedding; someone has to entertain them."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Her skirt swept across the threshold without her turning back.

Ye Heng stood there, watching her figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Senior," Ye Beiyuan said softly, "Miss Su, she..."

"I know," Ye Heng interrupted her. "Get the car ready. We're going to Beiyan."

He turned and walked out, but stopped at the door and looked back at the eight array plates.

"Grandpa Su, if anyone brings back the ninth array plate, don't touch it. Call me."

Su Changhong nodded: "You suspect that Lao Zhou took it?"

"I don't doubt him," Ye Heng said. "I suspect that someone doesn't want me to complete this formation."

Autumn comes earlier in Northern Yan than in Nanjing.

When the car entered the Ye family's old house, most of the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road had turned yellow. The leaves were swept up by the wind and stuck to the bluestone slabs. When the car wheel rolled over them, they were crushed into a thin layer of golden dust.

Ye Heng sat in the passenger seat, looking out at the house.

The Ye family's old house is very large, even larger than the Su family's Yunxi Garden.

Gray walls and black tiles, upturned eaves and corners, two stone lions crouching at the entrance, their eyes worn white by wind and rain. People walked around in the courtyard, saw Ye Beiyuan's car, and stopped at a distance, but no one came over to greet them.

"Something's not right." Ye Beiyuan gripped the steering wheel, her voice low. "Normally, when I come back, the doorman will at least come out to greet me."

"Who works for the doorman now?"

"The Third Elder's men." Ye Beiyuan parked the car outside the second gate. "After my father was placed under house arrest, all the original people were replaced."

Ye Heng pushed open the car door.

There was a faint medicinal smell in the air, mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus, which smelled a bit strange.

"Your mother's name has been erased from the family genealogy?" he asked.

Ye Beiyuan nodded and led him toward the ancestral hall: "I looked through it last night. The genealogy was revised twenty years ago. My mother's page was torn out, and a new one was added later. It only says 'Ye Family Member So-and-so,' without even her name."

Does your dad know?

"He knew," Ye Beiyuan's voice turned a little colder, "but he didn't tell me."

The ancestral hall is located at the deepest part of the house.

Ye Beiyuan pushed open the door, and a pungent smell of aged incense ash wafted out. In the main hall, the ancestral tablets of the Ye family were enshrined, row upon row, from high to low, like a silent army.

Ye Beiyuan walked to the innermost row, pulled out a thick family genealogy book, and turned to one of the pages.

"Look."

Ye Heng lowered his head.

On the yellowed paper, next to Ye Mingyuan's name should have been his wife's name, but now only a blank space remained, cut off by the sword. A very thin sword mark ran along the edge of the blank space, as if someone had made it with the tip of a sword.

"This sword mark wasn't made with scissors," Ye Heng said, touching the edge of the paper. "It was made with a sword. It was very precise, only cutting off the name without damaging the surrounding words."

"The bloodline of the Sword Family," Ye Beiyuan said.