After leaving the Marquis' Mansion, Jiang Muyu went straight to his secluded residence in the bamboo forest.

Heather invited a musician from Ruyifang to come to his house to play the pipa and sing for him.

He was listening with great interest when he suddenly looked up and saw Jiang Muyu swaggering in.

He raised his eyebrows: "You are getting more and more adept at entering the dormitories of men from other places now."

Jiang Muyu didn't care much: "You are not a stranger in my eyes, but a sister."

Heather rolled her eyes: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jiang Muyu found a seat and sat down: "I came here to ask you something."

"Oh? What's the matter with our dear Princess Rui?"

"I had a strange dream last night. In the dream, a little boy said something to me. Today, I went back to the mansion and asked my mother some questions. I learned that the original owner of my body had disappeared when he was a child. In modern times, I also had a strange disease for a period of time and stayed in the hospital for a year. Do you think it is possible that I came here when I was a child?"

Heather peeled a grape, put it in his mouth, and said, "God has his own plans. Some things are meaningful only if you figure them out yourself, instead of asking others about everything. You will remember them when the time comes."

What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

Jiang Muyu looked at him with eyes full of indescribable meaning.

Heather felt uneasy being stared at, and waved her hands helplessly, "He left something in the study before he left, go look for it yourself."

Jiang Muyu finally smiled warmly: "Thank you, sister. I can only repay you in my next life."

Heather snorted: "If you don't want to return the favor, just say so. I'll be painting the big cake until the next life."

"Tsk - I originally wanted to marry you, but I already have two children in this life, and I'm afraid you'll suffer a loss."

"What the hell? Will I not suffer in the next life?" Heather didn't expect that she could say such shameless words. She immediately hugged her weak self with both hands and looked at her vigilantly: "You still say that you don't covet my beauty? You, you, you must have had evil thoughts about me for a long time!"

Jiang Muyu was speechless and choked: "I was just joking... This beautiful face has given you too much confidence. I really want to share some of my inferiority complex with you."

"No thanks." Heather began to shoo people away: "If you don't have anything else to do, just leave now. I'm still busy now."

Jiang Muyu glanced at Le Ji who was sitting not far away and calmly playing the pipa, smiled meaningfully, said goodbye, and turned to leave the room.

…

When she returned to the palace, she went straight to Liang Qingchen's study and searched around but couldn't find what Heather Ye mentioned.

She sat in the mess and frowned: "I almost turned over the floor tiles one by one... Where else can I hide it?"

She thought of the TV shows and movies she had watched before, where most ancient people liked to build machines to hide things.

So she started looking for the mechanism all over the house, but there was none!

That shouldn't be the case. Although Heather may not look serious at ordinary times, he is never vague about serious matters. He would not deceive her.

Jiang Muyu was worried for a moment.

This was the scene Yunyan saw when she came in - books and scrolls were scattered all over the floor, all kinds of wooden boxes and paper boxes were opened and thrown on the ground, jade ornaments and writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone were also not spared. Jiang Muyu was sitting cross-legged in the mess, with a sad face and his chin supported by one hand, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Madam, Madam..." She called several times before she finally responded: "Madam, what are you looking for?"

Jiang Muyu looked at her and said distressedly, "Yunyan, do you know where your master usually hides important items?"

"The master never puts important things in the study." Yun Yan said, then changed her mind and said, "Usually, things placed in the study can be seen by others."

Uh...that's right, Heather said he left something in the study, but he didn't say it was anything particularly important. Maybe he wanted her to see it.

But she sighed, "I almost turned over the floor tiles and lifted up the ceiling, but I didn't find anything I wanted."

Yun Yan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, your idea is not bad. Why don't we start from there?"

Jiang Muyu looked up at the glazed tiles above his head and frowned: "It's so high, how can I..."

However, before she could finish her words, Yunyan jumped up with her feet, and with the help of the supporting pillars, she jumped onto the beam in a few seconds.

Jiang Muyu: “…”Okay, just pretend I didn’t say anything.

Yunyan looked around along the beams and concluded, "There's nothing cooking up there except some rat poison."

Jiang Muyu called her down: "Then we can start lifting the floor tiles."

Yunyan jumped down and landed in front of her like a dragonfly skimming the water, saying, "I know how to tell if there is anything under the floor tiles."

In that case, Jiang Muyu asked her to go find it.

Unexpectedly, she actually found it.

Yunyan was seen lying on the ground, with her ear to the middle of the floor brick, knocking on the four corners of the brick with her hands, listening for any movement, and trying each brick. When she identified the sixteenth brick, her eyes lit up: "My queen, there is something underneath."

The master and servant tried together to lift the floor tile, but they failed after a lot of effort. Finally, they called two strong guards to finally lift the floor tile.

There was a wooden box under a thin layer of soil. Jiang Muyu swept away the soil and took out the wooden box.

There was a square lock on it. She took a quick look at it and found it to be a more traditional mechanical lock. Coincidentally, she had read a book on unlocking locks before, so she asked Yunyan to find a piece of wire, bent it a little, inserted it into the keyhole, and after a few operations, the lock was easily opened.

When the wooden box was opened, there was a jade seal and some property deeds inside. At the bottom was a letter with the words "Zhao Zhao personally wrote" written in small, elegant handwriting.

She knew this was what she was looking for.

Jiang Muyu was not in a hurry to see it. He ordered people to put the floor tiles back and restore the study room. Then he carried the wooden box back to Qingyu Courtyard.

It was already dark. She lit an oil lamp, sat under the window, and opened the envelope.

What caught the eye were rows of vigorous and elegant small characters, which were somewhat similar to Liang Jinghe's handwriting, except that the strokes were more dignified.

The letter was not long, only one page:

My wife Zhaozhao, how are you these days?

When you give me the letter, I may have been beheaded, but please do not worry.

Ever since I met you, I have always wished that we could stay together for the rest of my life, but I am burdened with the hatred of my family and my country and cannot let go.

Restoring the Xia Dynasty is my lifelong wish, and it is also the wish of thousands of supporters. I cannot let anyone down. I only let you down. I hope to see you again in the next life. I will repay this kindness a thousand times!

I have been waiting for you for seventeen years, and finally I hope you will come back. I want to know you, love you, support you, and grow old together.

But day and night pass by, and we have to part despite all the reluctance. However, I am on the battlefield, and I miss you every night. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that you will never forget me.

My selfish wish is that you will remember me till old age and death, and that I will be the only one in your heart. But I cannot bear it, and I only wish that you will live a peaceful and happy life, and that everything will be paid for.

——The last stroke of dust.

Jiang Muyu read it carefully word by word. His fingers began to tremble unconsciously. In the end, he almost couldn't hold the thin piece of paper steadily.

It turns out... he had known it for a long time. He had known that his trip was likely to be dangerous.