Yan Ruzhuang immediately asked the steward to come over and dig the ground directly.
Xie Qiao waited calmly. As expected, after a short while, a piece of cloth was sent over. The cloth was wrapped around something. When she opened it, it was indeed a rusty pair of scissors.
Yan Ruzhuang was very shocked.
"Why is this pair of scissors here?" Even if something in the house was damaged and discarded, it would not be buried in the courtyard, right?
Moreover, this was a sharp weapon!
"The scissors are pointing toward the bedroom. Perhaps someone is upset with your mother and buried them in the courtyard as a curse," Xie Qiao replied simply.
It was like burying a voodoo doll with one's birth details engraved on it.
Yan Ruzhuang's expression became serious. She immediately asked the steward to call all the servants in the main courtyard over.
