He held her too tightly, lifting her whole body off the ground. The next moment, in this position, he moved swiftly like the wind, taking her out of Shu Yu’s room. When Shu Yu returned, he saw the door wide open, and the mistress who was supposed to be inside was nowhere to be found. He frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased. He instantly deduced something, then turned and strode toward his brother’s room. But there was no one here either. His face darkened, and his hands hanging by his sides gradually clenched, fingers deeply pressed into the soft flesh of his palms. Liang Zhichen touched the tip of his foot and flew dozens of feet in the air. This man was always deeply concealed; from the very beginning, Dong Huiying couldn’t see the depths of this man. Before, when she first arrived in this world, faced with the plight of a house bare of everything, she thought this family was just ordinary people. But often, what these six brothers did always amazed her. For example, Liang Zhichen was a very mysterious person with many skills she did not know. He probably trained in Inner Strength like Su Lang. She remembered back at the Purple Garden martial field, once she practiced numerous sets of Boxing Methods, Zhichen was the fastest to learn them. Hong Fei and others were also very skilled, once belonging to the military, elite among the three armies, but she had heard that later Zhichen defeated Hong Fei and the others. And in the Golden Triangle, Zhichen once rewarded Lao Si Haoming, but she wasn’t there at the time; however, what she heard afterward led her to some speculation in her heart. Finally, during her and Shu Yu’s trip to Jiangnan. In the Mist Capital, this man once coldly told her to roll, and when she didn’t, he himself rolled away. At the Bell Tower, dozens of meters above the ground, he leaped through the window and landed unharmed. All signs indicated that this man was skilled in martial arts, had Inner Strength, and learned Qinggong. Even back at Black Wind Camp, she didn’t know that Master of Black Wind Camp was her family’s Eldest husband. Once she fought against that Master, they were evenly matched until he deliberately let her win. She had a vague idea in her mind that if purely based on martial force, if exerted fully, perhaps she and Zhichen were on similar levels? But there were two things she couldn’t understand. Firstly, if Zhichen knew martial arts, why didn’t he teach these skills to other brothers? From Zhichen’s past personality, he was the kind who shared hardships. Whether it was money or wealth, or anything else, as long as he had it, the brothers below him were sure to have it too. So this seemed somewhat unreasonable. The second puzzling question was from even longer ago, before she came to this world, when Dong Dabao, affected by Gu Poison, did numerous bad things uncontrollably. Given Zhichen’s martial skills and prowess, why didn’t he fight back, why allow himself to be at others’ mercy? "Where are you taking me?" In the night, as soon as she opened her mouth, the cold wind rushed in. Her voice drifted away in the wind. However, the man’s expression was very stern; he clearly heard, yet remained silent. She was tightly confined in his arms; she struggled, trying to break free from his grip. But her actions seemed to add fuel to the fire.