He rose and walked to the window, gazing at the red flowers and green grass outside for a moment before turning to a bookshelf.
There was a tall table with a coiled wooden snake carving.
The green snake’s tongue flickered, lifelike.
The Grand Elder reached out and twisted the snake’s head. Suddenly, a faint click sounded, and the bookshelf swung open, revealing a hidden room behind it.
“Come in, all of you,” the Grand Elder said, seemingly having made a decision, his expression somewhat melancholic.
Jiang Si raised an eyebrow and sauntered in.
Look at that, being thick-skinned indeed had its benefits. In her previous life, she had lived with the Wu Miao for nearly three years but never knew of this secret room.
Elder Hua hesitated for a moment.
Given her position, she shouldn’t know too much.
But then she thought better of it.
She was the one who had brought the Yan Princess Consort back from the Great Zhou capital. Some secrets that she shouldn’t have known probably couldn’t be hidden from her now.
Elder Hua followed Jiang Si into the secret room.
The Grand Elder touched the snake’s head on the wall of the secret room, and the hidden door closed. The dim light in the room made his face look mysteriously dark.
Jiang Si quietly waited for the Grand Elder to speak, her expression self-assured.
Elder Hua also remained silent but felt inexplicably nervous.
If it wasn’t an extremely urgent matter, the Grand Elder wouldn’t need to speak in the secret room.
In this atmosphere, the Grand Elder finally spoke: “I heard from Elder Hua that when you first met, you already knew our tribe’s Holy Maiden was named A Sang?”
Jiang Si nodded.
“Can the Princess Consort tell me how you knew this?”
Jiang Si smiled. “The Prince told me.”
“The Princess Consort can speak fluent Wu Miao language—”
“The Prince taught me.”
“Then why does the Princess Consort possess insect control techniques that even our tribe’s Holy Maiden hasn’t mastered?” The Grand Elder’s gaze was intense as he stared at Jiang Si.
Jiang Si was slightly surprised inwardly.
The Grand Elder had directly admitted that A Sang hadn’t mastered insect control techniques. Was there something even more shocking to come?
Without waiting for Jiang Si to answer, the Grand Elder continued, “To be frank, our tribe’s Holy Maiden A Sang is no longer in this world.”