Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 68 I really don't want to stay in the Wang family for even a second longer.

“That’s right, the Khmer Kingdom.” Yan Huai’s answer temporarily put aside Wang Quan’s suspicions and wariness. After all, he had only told Wang Jue about the ancient Khmer Kingdom. “So this time, I want you to lead a team to that ruin to retrieve something.”

"what?"

"The key to the door, Third Elder, why don't you tell Xiao Jue?" Wang Quan picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and casually gave the order.

"Yes!" The third elder of the Wang family still looked as dashing as ever, but this old fellow was already fifty-seven years old. He had a pair of cloudy eyes and a face that looked like he was in his twenties or thirties, which was really a bit out of place. What's more, he was actually bowing and scraping in front of Yan Huai, a proper young man in his twenties.

Oh my god...

"My lord?" The Third Elder noticed that Yan Huai was staring intently at his face, and hadn't even taken the documents he offered to Yan Huai with both hands. He began to speculate that Yan Huai had taken a liking to him...

After all, in the Third Elder's memory, Wang Jue and Wang Xu had always maintained a special relationship. Although Wang Jue was still young, given his status and position, it was only a matter of time before he took control of the Wang family. If he followed him...

That's not necessarily a bad thing; it would be entirely beneficial.

Thinking of this, the Third Elder's gaze towards Yan Huai carried a hint of seduction...

Yan Huai's hand trembled, his eyes twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't help but slap the person to death!

What's that old geezer thinking?! His eyes are so irritating!

Yan Huai quickly snatched the documents away, waved his hand as if to avoid seeing them, and lowered his head, saying, "Hmm!"

"Ha!" Several cold laughs instantly echoed in the council hall, as if mocking the Third Elder's overestimation of his abilities.

Seeing this, the Third Elder retreated to his seat with considerable embarrassment, but a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes—resentment that Yan Huai had embarrassed him and made him look foolish in public.

But none of this was enough to distract Yan Huai. His focus was solely on the document in his hand. It was very detailed at first, but became increasingly vague as he went on, and the timeline stretched out over a long period.

It seems the Wang family has put a lot of effort into researching this ancient country.

A key to a door... which door?

The information didn't mention much, and there wasn't much description of the so-called key they were looking for. Yan Huai guessed that these things probably hadn't been touched by the Wang family yet, and even if there were any individual clues, they might have already been lost in the ruins.

The Indochina Peninsula is so far away... I wonder if Zhang Qiling can wait for him?

Yan Huai closed the documents in his hand, calculating the time allocation. Half a month should be enough. At worst, he could just abandon the Wang family. Anyway, he couldn't break his promise to Zhang Qiling: "When do we leave?"

"As soon as possible!"

"Okay, then let's do it tomorrow morning!"

Wang Quan: "..." There's no need to be in such a hurry.

"Why don't you rest for a day or two first? I can also pick out some people for you while I'm at it."

"No need, you can arrange the manpower. Just make sure they follow the instructions."

Wang Quan looked somewhat helpless, but he felt more at ease. He valued Wang Jue's consistent characteristics of not seizing power, not fighting for power, and being afraid of trouble, which was why he dared to give Wang Jue his current voice and status. Besides, Mi'er had liked this boy since she was a child. If the two were arranged to marry, he believed that Wang Jue would make a choice.

"Alright! Then you should get some rest tonight, and tomorrow morning..."

"Brother Xiaojue!" Before Wang Quan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a young and innocent voice.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a lively red figure suddenly run into the council hall. The phoenix tattoo covering her entire right hand was particularly eye-catching on her body, which was the symbol of the wives of the Wang family throughout the ages.

It seems that Wang Jue's future identity is already set in stone, and the Wang family elders present all understand this implicitly.

"Mi'er, Grandpa and several uncles are discussing something with your brother Xiaojue, and you're being disrespectful!" Although Wang Quan's tone was stern, his eyes didn't seem to be blaming him much; he was clearly going to indulge her.

"Hmph! Grandpa never told Mi'er that Brother Xiaojue was back. If it weren't for Uncle Wang Fu's words, would Mi'er have never seen Brother Xiaojue again?" Wang Mi (pronounced the same as Mi, the origin of Mi'er's nickname) ran up to Yan Huai with ease, sat down on the armrest of the chair to his right, her tone arrogant but not annoying.

Yan Huai, sitting in the chair, was sweating bullets. Luckily, Wang Mi didn't sit on his lap, otherwise he would have another habit of shaking his leg. Just thinking about it... uh, never mind, I'm speechless, I don't dare to think about it!

"Then Mi'er has wronged Grandpa. Ask the uncles here. Grandpa has already made it clear to your brother Xiao Jue that he will come to be with you after he finishes dealing with things here!"

“Yes, Miss Mi’er, how could the head of the family bear to lie to you! We can all testify to that.”

"Yes, Miss Mi'er..."

Seeing that everyone in the council hall was defending Wang Quan, Wang Mi didn't pursue the matter further. However, she still deliberately said, "I don't believe what you say. I only believe Brother Xiao Jue. Brother Xiao Jue, tell me, didn't Grandpa tell you to spend time with me after you finished your work?"

Yan Huai casually leaned against the left armrest, propping his face up with his hand. His eyes seemed to be overflowing with doting affection as he looked at Wang Mi. But only the system knew how much Yan Huai wanted to escape on the spot. He didn't want to stay in the Wang family for even a moment longer!

"Yes, what your grandfather said is true!" Yan Huai raised his hand and rubbed Wang Mi's head, then looked at Wang Quan in the main seat and asked, "Patriarch, is there anything else?"

Wang Quan waved his hand dismissively, smiling kindly and gently. At that moment, he truly seemed like a respected elder: "That's all. Go play with Mi'er! Remember to be careful!"

“Alright!” Yan Huai stood up and took Wang Mi’s wrist. The two walked out of the council hall under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Brother Xiaojue, look! Isn't it beautiful?" Wang Mi raised her right hand, which was tattooed with a phoenix, and waved it in front of Yan Huai, her face full of anticipation.

"It looks great! Mi'er is thirteen now, what gift do you want? Brother Xiaojue will make it up to you." Yan Huai nodded in agreement, but in his heart he was frantically complaining about the bizarre rules of the Wang family.

From Wang Jue's memories, Yan Huai discovered the Wang family's rule that anyone who turned thirteen had to get a tattoo. If that were all, he wouldn't have said anything. The key point was that the tattoo on the right hand was something only the future matriarch of the Wang family could have. The Wang Mi in front of him seemed to be only a little bit taller than his waist... Was that all?

Outrageous!