Chapter 41 Mother's Little Brocade

In her past life, although she got married here, it was also here that she transformed into white light and witnessed her entire family being executed.

Because Shen Ruixue disliked her in her previous life, she specifically asked Su Xuanmao to raze the Shen mansion to the ground and build an execution ground.

She couldn't understand why she harbored so much hatred towards her father, who had treated her well in her previous life.

She didn't understand.

Even if none of these things had happened in this life, she still wouldn't understand.

The wooden door in front of her was covered with dust, and Shen Pingjin was a little stunned. She had only been away for three days, and the door was already covered with dust.

Squeak—

She slowly pushed open the wooden door, revealing neatly stacked books and a spotless soft couch. A pink gauze curtain covered the couch, and hanging in front of the curtain was a crystal-clear peony wind chime, which looked lifelike from a distance.

Shen Pingjin walked to the window and slowly pushed open the tightly closed screen. In an instant, a gentle breeze caressed her face, and the silver bells jingled softly, their pleasant sounds filling her ears and bringing her a sense of comfort.

Shen Pingjin came to the courtyard to retrieve something.

The sharp sword her mother left her was brocade.

In her past life, she brought this item to the Crown Prince's residence as part of her dowry. Su Xuanmao once accidentally learned that she possessed this sword and asked her about it.

She had never been interested in weapons, so she gave the brocade to Su Xuanmao.

But before she died, she actually saw Chu Jin in Yan Jue's hands...

A multitude of doubts swirled in her mind, these questions strung together like beads on a string, impossible to untangle, leaving her confused and unable to understand.

She remembered that before she got married, she deliberately put all these things in a hidden box so that no one would touch them.

She walked to the cabinet, pushed the door open, and then twisted the topmost protruding groove.

With a soft thud, a small hidden box appeared before her eyes.

She had heard her father mention this hidden box before.

Father said it was a little surprise that Mother had personally prepared for her when she was born, hoping that she would put her secret inside.

That raised notch could only be pressed down by her. Shen Pingjin still couldn't understand how this hidden box was made, how it could be so magical.

In her previous life, she never returned after getting married, and she forgot about the secret box. But this life is different. If she knew how to make such a secret box, it would be of great use to her for revenge or to gather intelligence.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Pingjin slowly opened the box.

The hidden box was very large, containing many things, but Chen Pingjin's gaze was fixed only on a sharp sword on the edge.

The hilt is engraved with a pattern of golden auspicious clouds, interspersed with scattered images of soaring golden dragons and thunderous lightning. The entire sword is round and purple. When the blade is drawn, a flash of cold light appears, and the crisp, clear sound sends chills down one's spine in an instant.

Shen Pingjin put the brocade back into its sheath, only to find a line of words engraved on the outside of the sheath that she had never noticed before.

"Nourish them with blood, and unite their souls, and a bond can be formed."

Shen Pingjin frowned slightly. The words were easy to understand, but she was still puzzled.

Perhaps it was because she rarely opened the brocade in her previous life that she did not discover these clues.

Is it simply nourishing it with blood, or does it mean dripping blood onto the brocade?

Shen Pingjin shook her head. It was just a drop or two of blood. She was no ordinary woman. She wasn't afraid. She could afford to pay the price.

She used the gleaming blade to cut her index finger and dripped blood onto the blade.

Shen Pingjin stared intently at Chu Jin, but after a while, there was still no reaction from him.

"Could it be that we used the wrong method?" Shen Pingjin frowned, but she didn't want to try again.

Chu Jin is now in her hands. She and Chu Jin have a long future ahead of them, so there's no need to rush.

Chen Pingjin sheathed the sword, but did not notice that the tip of the blade, which had been motionless and gleaming with a cold light, was now glowing red, and the hilt swayed slightly, as if it were resonating.

On the coffee table next to her was the tea she hadn't finished earlier. After a few days of settling, the tea was fragrant with the breeze. It smelled bitter, but it made one's heart flutter.

As if remembering something, Shen Pingjin walked back to the hidden box and took out a book with yellowed pages.

The inscription above reads: "The Life of Li Qingqing".

Upon seeing Li Qingqing's name, Shen Pingjin finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably like beads from a broken string.

Li Qingqing is her mother's name.

The book in her hand was left to her by her mother on the day she passed away.

Her mother's voice and smile seemed to appear before her eyes. Shen Pingjin clearly remembered that day when her mother lay on the soft couch, her lips pale, and her long, fair hands, as white as jade, touched her head and gently coaxed her as she cried.

Her mother's words were so gentle, as gentle as the babbling brook by Dongting Lake, or as soft, white clouds in the sky. Her mother said to her, "Jin'er, I'm leaving now. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you for the rest of my life."

All she knew was that her mother seemed very fragile, as fragile as a piece of white paper soaked in water, which would break at the slightest touch.

With tears in her eyes, she asked, "Mother, why can't you stay with Jin'er anymore? You promised Jin'er that you would see what kind of perfect husband she married, what kind of adorable baby she had, and what kind of house and place she lived in."

Her mother laughed then, a laugh that was breathtaking and unforgettable.

You have no idea how beautiful her mother's smile is. Shen Pingjin vaguely remembers that over the years, every time she met someone who had interacted with her mother, they would be amazed at how much she resembled her mother.

The mother gently stroked her head and said, "Don't cry, my little Jin. You promised me you would be strong."

But how could she not cry!

Mother said, "Little Jin, this is everything I've experienced since I came into this world. If you miss me, you might as well take a look. It contains many of my past stories, my feelings, and my..."

Her mother didn't continue, because after saying that, she shook her head, signaling her to go out and call her father.

Holding the book her mother had left her, she walked out of the room, turning back to look at it every few steps.

She clearly remembered that when her mother looked at her for the last time, the smile on her lips was so much like the snow-white pear blossoms in her yard.

Warm tears, along with the flood of memories, had soaked her clothes drop by drop. Chen Pingjin's hands trembled as she took out the handkerchief she always carried in her sleeves and then wiped her tear-stained hands haphazardly.

She turned the first page of the book very gently, with the utmost care.

Whether in her past life or this one, this was the first time she had ever opened this book.

Because in her past life, she was always immersed in the pain of losing her mother and didn't want to look at it. And after she married Su Xuanmao, she was so happy that she completely forgot about it.

But when you lift it up, what comes into view is a pattern and a bunch of characters on the brocade screen that you can't understand but have seen before.

Her mother had taught her this language when she was little, but unfortunately, she was too playful and mischievous to listen.