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Chapter 527: Heat the oil in the pan

After settling in for a night, Zhou Sisi and a few others gathered at Song Lingyun's house early the next morning. This was something they had discussed long ago.

"Sisi, I started studying this piece of paper last night. I used all the methods you mentioned before, but there is still not a single word on it."

"I tried soaking it in vinegar, alum water, and even white wine, but it's still the same!"

Song Lingyun handed Zhou Sisi the thin piece of silk-like paper that he had found in Old Su's wig. She had started trying it last night, but it didn't work at all. It was still bald.

"Where is your husband Yan? Didn't he help you find a solution?" Zhou Sisi raised her eyebrows and joked after taking the paper.

Yesterday, Yan He followed Song Lingyun in the name of protecting Xie Zhiyuan, but she knew very well that Song Lingyun had other intentions.

On the surface, they said they wanted to protect Xie Zhiyuan, fearing that Emperor Liang Xia would secretly arrest her. But in fact, the person they really wanted to protect was of course someone else!

Song Lingyun didn't say anything, but just glared at Zhou Sisi unhappily. Thinking of the way Yan He scratched his head and tried to find a solution for her last night, Song Lingyun raised the corner of his lips inexplicably.

"Oh! Yes! Where is my Ninth Uncle? Why didn't I see him today?" Bai Wanyue also spoke at this time. When she first came in, she felt like someone was missing. Now after Zhou Sisi's reminder, she realized that Yan He did not come.

"He went out early in the morning and said he would be back soon. I don't know what he was doing and I didn't ask!" Song Lingyun answered casually, because she didn't take Yan He's words about giving her a gift in the morning seriously.

"Where is Aunt Xie? What did she say? Is there any solution?" Zhou Sisi picked up the piece of paper and held it up to the sun. She was now a little confused about what was going on with the piece of paper.

She had read in a novel before that soaking the paper in alum water would make the words appear. She told Song Lingyun this method, but it turned out to be of no use at all. She was sure that there must be something very important written on the paper, otherwise Mr. Su would not have hidden it in such a secluded place.

"My aunt didn't know either. She was even more confused than the rest of us, but she recognized at a glance that the jade pendant belonged to the Xie family, and her grandfather. Now we can be sure that Mr. Su is from the Xie family!"

Xie Zhiyuan also studied the piece of paper last night, and her hair was almost bald from thinking about it, but she still couldn't think of a solution. She just recognized the jade pendant.

"How about frying this paper in a frying pan? Maybe the words on it will appear?" Tan Yalan suddenly stuck her head out and offered a suggestion.

"Fry it again? Are you thinking of it as fried meatballs?" Bai Wanyue rolled her eyes. This girl sometimes said shocking things. Fry it again? Why don't you steam it in a pot!

"What are you frying? Give it to me to try. I heard that you guys were back, so I left the palace early in the morning to look for you. I'm starving!"

"Give me another cup of milk tea, so I can fill my stomach first!"

Song Tanghui ran in from outside like a gust of wind. She didn't hear clearly what those people were saying in the room. She just heard a bang and then they clamored for food and drink.

"Tangtang, you came just in time. You have a quick mind. Come and help me think of a solution! As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. We have five cobblers here, so we can definitely come up with a solution!"

Zhou Sisi stepped forward and pulled Song Tanghui over, handed the paper to her, and explained the origin of the paper to her.

"Oh my god! This is so disgusting. It smells like oil!"

"This damn old man is really good at hiding, he almost hid it under the sole of his shoe!" Song Tanghui pinched the paper with her fingers in disgust, covering her nose with a look of disgust.

"It's been soaked so many times, how can it still smell like brain oil?"

"I asked you to think of a solution, but look at you! Hurry up!" Zhou Sisi couldn't help but reach out and slap her. Why does this little girl look so eager to be beaten after not seeing her for a long time?

"Based on my intelligence, how about trying to soak it in wine? Don't old men like to drink?"

“Pah!”

“Pah!”

“Pah!”

As soon as Song Tanghui finished speaking, three slaps came on her head one after another. Except for Tan Yalan, Zhou Sisi, Song Lingyun and Bai Wanyue couldn't help but slap her, making Song Tanghui feel dizzy.

"You call this intelligence? I think the Northern Dynasty will be destroyed sooner or later!" Bai Wanyue rolled her eyes with disgust at Song Tanghui who was covering her head.

"We've tried everything we can, including wine, alum, and vinegar! What else do you think?" Song Lingyun couldn't help but glare at her third sister. She knew that she couldn't expect this girl to find a solution. She had never been reliable.

"Why don't you try my method? Soak it in oil first, then heat it and deep-fry it to see if it works, then take it out right away?"

"When I was in the Dongyan Palace, the maids in the imperial kitchen fried the fruits like this. The patterns on them were small before, and they became bigger after frying. I think this piece of paper might be the same as those cakes. The words might appear after frying them!"

Tan Yalan still insisted on her own idea. After all, she had tried everything she could. Maybe her method would be a success?

"Or maybe we can try Xiaolanzi's method?" Zhou Sisi said after thinking for a moment. She had never thought of soaking it in oil.

The others had no objection and decided to give it a try, so they started heating the oil in a pan.

All five people put their heads into the oil pan, staring intently at the piece of paper in the pan, wanting to see if there would be any changes and whether the words could appear.

"What's wrong with you guys? What delicious food are you making?"

When the brothers Song Ziyu and Song Moli first came in, they didn't find anyone. After asking the maid, they found out that several people had all come to the kitchen. When they came in, they saw five people gathered around a pot. They thought they were cooking something delicious!

"Shh? Brother Song, don't say anything first!" Zhou Sisi turned her head and made a gesture to keep quiet, then turned her head to look at the oil pan.

"Look! There are words!" Song Tanghui was the first to scream, but Song Lingyun next to her covered her mouth with a hand.

Brothers Song Moli and Song Ziyu also squeezed in. All seven of them stared at the piece of paper in the frying pan. Strangely enough, as the oil temperature got higher and higher, the words on the paper slowly appeared, and they were red. It was really weird.

When all the words "etc." appeared, Zhou Sisi was quick to use a long-handled bamboo basket to scoop out the paper, and then spread it flat on the table with chopsticks.

"Ah! What did I say? I guessed it right! This old man is the illegitimate son of the Xie family! So, he must be the uncle of Queen Xie or something like that."

"I just wanted to say that all those years of reading sketchbooks were not in vain!" Tan Yalan said proudly.

Bai Wanyue immediately gave her a thumbs up. This girl really guessed it right. What was written on it was almost correct. It made Mr. Su's identity clear.

"Let's go call Aunt Xie! We need to let her know about this." Zhou Sisi thought for a moment and looked at Song Lingyun.

This piece of paper not only records the true identity of Mr. Su, but also the identity of Qin Min, that is, the relationship between Concubine Liang Xiamin and the Xie family. This matter still needs to be known to Xie Zhiyuan, the person involved.

There were densely written red words on a not-so-big piece of paper, making people dizzy when they looked at it.