Jun Qingcheng stared at the dark gold gloves, her usually calm eyes suddenly filled with turbulent emotions.

Immediately, his eyes were filled with an indelible pain.

The golden silkworm gloves that I saw at the Tianyi Pavilion in the capital city that day have actually appeared on her hands!

It seems that everything she said to her was true. The relationship between this woman and Brother Zichen has long surpassed that of ordinary villagers. They have even gone to the point of traveling long distances and spending huge sums of money to win a smile from her.

And what about her? What is she anyway?

Was all that waiting—ten years, more than three thousand days and nights—just in vain?

“Princess Mingzhu…?” Su Hua looked up when Jun Qingcheng didn’t move, only to see that she was staring straight at her hands, so hot that it seemed to burn a hole in the golden silkworm gloves.

Su Hua was puzzled and looked the gloves up and down, but couldn't see anything wrong with them.

Cai Die hadn't even reacted when she saw the gloves, but when she saw her mistress's reaction, a sudden thought flashed through her mind, and she quickly tugged at her sleeve, "Princess, Princess..."

Jun Qingcheng snapped out of her daze, closed her eyes briefly, and looked away from the gloves. "Give the bracelet to her."

"Yes, Princess." Cai Die bit her lip, her gaze towards Su Hua as if she were an enemy, and reluctantly handed over the bracelet.

Su Hua ignored the red lips and white eyes of the master and servant.

After taking the bracelet, I gently pressed one corner of it onto the black, fine soil.

The onlookers, who had been watching with wide eyes, saw a tiny mark appear on the black soil as Su Hua pressed her bracelet against it. The mark was almost the size of a hair.

Some have three or four strands, some are a small semicircle, and some are intertwined.

But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't figure out what it was.

After rolling every part of the jade bracelet over the black clod of soil, Su Hua put the bracelet down, pointed to the marks on the black clod of soil, and said loudly, "This string of marks is a person's fingerprint."

There are millions of people in this world, and therefore millions of fingerprints.

Everyone's fingerprints are unique.

Once the owner of these fingerprints is identified, we can find out who the real thief is.

Upon hearing the sound, the villagers all quieted down and simultaneously put their hands in front of their eyes to look.

"You know what, the lines on all ten of my fingers are different! If the lines on different people's fingers are different, then the lines on their fingers must be even more different, right?"

"Yes, this is the first time I've heard of fingerprints. Using this method to find thieves is really clever!"

"Hua is a very clever girl, and the ideas she comes up with are always top-notch..."

Jun Qingcheng walked to the black clod of soil, examined it carefully for a long time, and shook her head. "I don't quite understand what you're saying, miss. These hair-like marks are all broken. How can we determine whose fingerprints they are?"

Moreover, Cai Die had just taken the jade bracelet, and according to the girl, there must be Cai Die's fingerprints on the bracelet.

How can one identify a so-called thief?

“Princess Mingzhu is right. Cai Die just took this jade bracelet, so there will be Cai Die’s fingerprints on it. However, there is more than one fingerprint on the jade bracelet. If what Cai Die said is true, then the other fingerprints on the jade bracelet belong to the thief.” Su Hua’s lips curled up slightly.

"As for the broken fingerprint trace, it's not a difficult thing."

By tracing each trace individually and then combining them according to their respective lines, a relatively complete fingerprint can be formed.

After saying that, he took out a charcoal pencil and two sheets of white paper from his sleeve.

He spread the paper out on the table, sat down at the octagonal table, and quietly began to trace.

She moved quickly, and everyone heard a rustling sound as fingerprints appeared on the white paper. Curious children crowded around to look and saw that the drawing on the white paper was exactly the same as the one on the black clod of earth.

After Su Hua finished tracing the text, she held the paper and observed it for a long time.

Fang picked up a blank sheet of paper again, but this time she drew very slowly, pausing from time to time to think. It took her almost half an hour from start to finish.

The villagers stared at the seven or eight fingerprint patterns lined up in a row, their expressions like boiling oil in a pot, and they began to discuss it animatedly.

"One bushel makes you poor, two bushels make you rich, three or four bushels make you sell tofu, five or six bushels make you run a shop. This thief has five bushels, could he be a shop owner?"

"That's not true. Everyone says that two bushels of grain make you rich, but I've had two bushels for decades, and I'm almost halfway to the grave, and I haven't seen myself get any richer!"

"I'm still young, and I'd love to make a fortune selling tofu, but I've never even gotten my hands on how to make it."

"Let's put aside whether they're rich or not for now. Judging from this fingerprint, the thief who stole the jade bracelet is a 'five-dou' person. Who in our village is a 'five-dou' person? Step forward quickly!"

"Five bushels of grain is rarer than a blizzard in summer. If there really was someone in our village with five bushels of grain, wouldn't the news have spread far and wide when we were kids..."

Jun Qingcheng lowered her eyes, looking at the drawing paper that looked as real as the actual object, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Wasn't she just a country girl?

How could a country girl know these arts and calligraphy! Moreover, this style of painting was something she had never seen in all her years in the capital. Just that charcoal pencil looked extremely strange.

At this moment, Su Hua narrowed her almond-shaped eyes as she looked at the five dots on the paper.

She knew that Meng Yun'er, who had escaped earlier, was a person with five dou (a unit of measurement for the number of dou in Chinese astrology).

Especially the whorl above the index finger, which is broken in the middle. I had mentioned this to the original owner many times, and always felt that if it weren't broken, he would have had an extremely good life of wealth and honor.

On this drawing paper, there happens to be a bucket that has been broken in the middle.

However, what she didn't understand was how the person Feng Zicai couldn't find in Tangshan Prefecture had gotten involved with Princess Mingzhu.

Just then, a surprised voice quietly rang out from behind the house, "Hey, how come the princess's jade bracelet is here? I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it. It turns out that Sister Hua'er found it. What a coincidence!"

Everyone looked up and saw a pale green figure walking briskly from behind the house.

The woman wore a light green dress with a moon-white jacket over it. Her black hair was half-combed up, with a gold hairpin adorning her bun. Her full moon-shaped face had a pair of bright, watery eyes filled with surprise.

This person was none other than Meng Yun'er, who had been missing for a long time!