She quickly squatted down and tried to pick up the jade pendant.
However, Ji Cheng got there before her and bent down to pick up the purse.
"Ji, Master Ji, that's my purse... please give it back to me."
The panic on Jiang Yuyao's face was like a fragile petal, and her whole temperament seemed even more fragile and delicate.
However, Ji Cheng did not return the purse to her immediately. Instead, he held it tightly in his hand, examining it carefully with a deep and obscure look.
A little further away, Jiang Songyi did not watch the Jinyiwei's search in the mansion nervously like other people in the mansion. Instead, he stood in front of the blooming peony bushes with his arms folded, staring thoughtfully at the direction where Ji Cheng was, as if he was thinking about something in his mind.
Throughout her journey through time and space, there is always an unsolved mystery lingering: why did Ji Cheng, the Jinyiwei commander who was always dignified and ruthless to everyone, favor Jiang Yuyao so much, and clear obstacles for her like a flower protector, even daring to kill the Buddha if he stood in her way?
At this moment, she stared at the two of them standing under the lilac tree in full bloom, their eyes meeting, as if time had frozen.
Is this love at first sight?
Jiang Songyi thought to himself that perhaps such a romantic plot did exist. After all, in her previous life, Jiang Yuyao's charm attracted countless suitors.
However, her eyes involuntarily fell on the purse in Ji Cheng's hand.
It was a purse with a crooked pear blossom embroidered on a blue cloth base. The stitching was rough, completely different from the gorgeous and exquisite purses Jiang Yuyao had worn in the past.
Jiang Songyi became curious and quietly moved closer to take a closer look. Her expression suddenly became a little strange.
This purse was clearly embroidered by her own hands when she first learned needlework while living in the Liao family. At that time, Liao forced her to embroider day and night under the oil lamp in order to sell the purses to supplement the family income.
At first, her craftsmanship was still rusty, and no one was interested in the crude purses, so she kept them for herself. Every time she went up the mountain to chop wood, she would put a few steamed bread in the purse and hang it around her waist, which was both practical and convenient.
Later, she returned to the Marquis's Mansion, still wearing the old purses. However, in her previous life, Jiang Yuyao had mocked her for being shabby, which made her feel ashamed and she never wore them again.
In this life, she has long since let go of the past. The purse she used when she first entered the palace is still a handmade item. This simple memory has now become the key to unraveling the mystery of the past.
Under the delicate sunlight, the exquisite purse is particularly eye-catching. However, what is puzzling is how it miraculously appeared on Jiang Yuyao's body?
Was it Liao Qianqian or Liao Lingxi who gave it to her?
As she got closer, she heard Ji Cheng ask in an inquiring tone, "Could this purse be embroidered by Second Miss Jiang herself?"
"Indeed."
Jiang Yuyao answered briskly, with a hint of subtle cunning amidst the shyness on her face. "This is my work from when I was just starting to learn embroidery. The stitches are still quite immature, and I'm afraid Master Ji will laugh at me."
Jiang Songyi, who was hiding behind Jiang Yuyao, had a secret thought in his heart: What is Jiang Yuyao trying to do?
Why did he steal her purse so openly?
Jiang Songyi experienced rebirth. Although many past events have become blurred, at this moment, the doubts in her heart are like a prairie fire that is difficult to suppress.
However, confronting Jiang Yuyao seems to be the only way out!
She crossed her arms and revealed the truth in a cold tone, "This purse is obviously mine."
Jiang Songyi's voice suddenly sounded behind her. Jiang Yuyao, who already had ulterior motives, was now even more frightened.
Although Liao Lingxi had reminded her that the purse came from Jiang Songyi, he warned her not to let Jiang Songyi find out, especially the secret connection between the purse and the Jinyiwei commander Ji Ji.
Ji Ji now turned his gaze to Jiang Songyi who was standing behind Jiang Yuyao. He saw that her face was frank and her eyes were firm and clear, which formed a sharp contrast with Jiang Yuyao's slightly shrinking and evasive demeanor.
With his keen insight gained from years of managing the imperial prison and seeing countless people, he naturally developed trust and a good impression of Jiang Songyi at this moment.
Jiang Yuyao keenly noticed the doubt that flashed in Ji Ji's eyes. Her heart beat faster, but she tried her best to pretend to be shocked and innocent.
"Sister, where do you get this from?"
Jiang Songyi couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement after hearing this. She chuckled and said, "Isn't it just a tattered purse we embroidered back then? You actually picked it up and treated it like a treasure. What's so worth pretending to be?"
She looked at Ji Ji with a pointed look, her eyes revealing deep thought, "Could it be that Master Ji has a special liking for those inconspicuous items?"
She suddenly remembered the stories written by Mr. Zizhu, which described those jade pendant maniacs and handkerchief maniacs. Whoever held those jade pendants or handkerchiefs would fall madly in love with the holder, and the degree of their obsession was even greater than that of being poisoned by a love poison.
In his previous life, Ji Ji was very obedient to Jiang Yuyao. Could it be that he was also a money-hungry man?
Ji Ji hesitated for a moment, with a hint of inquiry in his tone, "Miss Jiang, have you really forgotten everything?"
Jiang Songyi was puzzled: What did I forget?
Whether in her past life or this, she had never had the habit of casually gifting others with purses or secretly agreeing to a marriage. Furthermore, although Ji Ji, the Jinyiwei commander, was known for his ruthlessness, his demeanor and bearing would have left a lasting impression on her if she had ever met him.
Jiang Yuyao observed that Jiang Songyi only recognized that the purse was hers, but could not say any more details. The tension in her heart suddenly disappeared and she breathed a sigh of relief.
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