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At that moment, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from the back hall, "Dad!" Cheng Siyun stumbled forward but was stopped by an officer. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Dad... what Uncle Yang just said, is it true?"
Seeing his daughter in such distress, Cheng Jinsheng's eyes revealed deep pain. "Si Yun, you need to go back..."
Officer Yang gestured for the officers to let Cheng Siyun through. She rushed to her father, grabbing his sleeve. "Dad, tell me this isn't true! You didn't kidnap the three teachers, did you?"
Cheng Jinsheng lowered his head, unable to meet his daughter's gaze. "Si Yun, I really have no way out. You are my only daughter; I can't just watch your condition worsen. The ancient prescription from Xiang Xiu Mi Ji is our only hope. The three masters accepted my deposit but insisted on finishing the Xiangjiang Spring Dawn Painting first... I'm afraid, I'm afraid you might not last..."
Cheng Siyun collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably. "Dad... I would rather die from my heart condition than have you do something like this for me!"
Cheng Jinsheng was stunned by his daughter's words, momentarily at a loss for words, feeling as if a thousand-pound weight pressed upon his chest.
Officer Yang waved his hand, signaling two officers to step forward and place cold handcuffs on Cheng Jinsheng. He then pressed down on Cheng Jinsheng's shoulder. "Old Cheng, tell me where the three masters are now. Don't make another mistake!"
Cheng Jinsheng hung his head like an old tree battered by wind and rain and quietly said, "They're in the abandoned ancient temple behind Yuelu Mountain. I've arranged for someone to guard it there. That temple used to be our family's ancestral property—remote and quiet; no one would disturb it."
The Yuelu Mountain range undulated gently, with the ancient temple hidden among dense trees. It would be difficult for anyone unfamiliar with the terrain to find it.
The Cheng Family's ancestral temple had been abandoned for many years; the pair of stone lions at the entrance were completely covered in moss, and the plaque above the door had become indistinct due to weathering.
Under Officer Yang's lead, the officers quietly surrounded the temple while Lin Mingchang, Shen Tong, and Fang Zigui followed up the mountain. They assisted in securing several possible escape routes.
Before departing, Officer Yang specifically reminded everyone: "According to Cheng Jinsheng's account, he hired four guards—all local young men who are strong and sturdy. Proceed with caution and try not to hurt anyone."
Officer Yang approached the main hall with two officers by his side; his right hand rested on his sidearm as he kicked open the wooden door with force.
"Don't move! Police!" Officer Yang shouted sternly.
However, what lay before them was entirely different from what everyone had anticipated. The interior of the hall was not as dilapidated as the outside; it was relatively tidy and well-kept.
The three masters were seated around a long table in the corner, illuminated by two oil lamps that brightened the space. Spread out on the table were several ancient embroidered pieces and scattered papers and pens.
In the opposite corner, four young men dressed in blue short shirts sprang to their feet as soon as the police burst in, their bodies tensing with alertness.
At that tense moment, Zhao Yunlan slowly stood up, his gaze shifting between the two parties. With a calm tone, he said, "Everyone, please don't act rashly. Officer, these young men mean us no harm."
Hearing this, the four Young Guards visibly relaxed and did not resist violently; they all raised their hands in surrender. They were merely hired to keep watch and were not criminals at all.
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