Wang Chenghai was nearly in tears after hearing these words. Yuan Dong was the princess's most important maid, even more valued than Liu Mama. For someone of her status to call him "brother"—what did that mean? It meant that the princess valued him and had high hopes for him. Wang Chenghai felt brimming with strength, and he wished he could do something earth-shattering for Meng Qi to show his filial piety.
"Not yet. The princess said that Brother Wang is also tired today. Go lie down first, but don't fall asleep. Maybe she will call you soon."
Wang Chenghai thought Meng Qi was probably going to look at the cloth bag, so he nodded and said, "Okay, if you need anything, just call me."
In the room, Meng Qi lit another candle and took out the cloth bag. It was a very ordinary piece of cloth. The silk thread of the embroidery on it had fallen off and the pattern could not be seen. There were also signs that it had been gnawed by mice.
When I opened it again, I found that it was wrapped in oil paper, and it was the kind that was soaked in wax. It had become very hard over the years.
Meng Qi slowly opened it, the oil paper made a "crunching" sound, and wax scraps fell down, covering the table with dust.
Meng Qi gently wiped the table with the bag she had just used. Suddenly, her heartbeat quickened. She felt the object in her hand weigh a thousand pounds. Could this be what Song Chengze was looking for? Or perhaps it was what Prince Duan had been searching for?
Meng Qi suppressed the excitement in her heart, hoping not to let herself down. She had to make up for the suffering she had endured for the past twenty days.
When I opened it again, there was also a box inside, slightly larger than the one for jewelry.
The box is very beautiful, with exquisite workmanship and materials. It is inlaid with large gems and pearls, and the pull ring is actually wrapped with gold wire.
Meng Qi opened it gently with trepidation. First, there were two lotus-shaped hairpins. However, the workmanship of these hairpins was average, as if they were made by a novice. Although the materials were very good, they were very rough. The unique thing was that the two hairpins had different patterns, and only when put together could they be seen as a whole flower. The idea was quite clever.
Meng Qi took out the hairpin, and underneath was a handkerchief. The bright yellow handkerchief was embroidered with mandarin ducks. She opened it and saw a few lines of words. The words were a little small. Meng Qi brought the handkerchief closer to the candlelight. It read:
Jun Qing:
My love of this life, although fate has played tricks on me, I still regard you as my husband and that has never changed.
The signature is Zhen'er.
Meng Qi looked at the two names, but she couldn't remember who in the palace was called Jun Qing and who was Zhen Er. She knew they couldn't be husband and wife, or else they wouldn't say it was fate. Could they be having an affair?
But who would use bright yellow to embroider a handkerchief depicting an affair?
Meng Qi's doubts grew bigger and bigger. She put the handkerchief aside and looked at the box again. There was a letter inside.
Meng Qi felt her hands were shaking as she took out the letter and gently unfolded it. It was more like a note than a letter. There were several names written on it, all of which were boys' names. There was a small seal in the lower right corner of the note, with the two words "Jun Qing" clearly printed on it.
It seems that the owner of the box of children's clothes should be one of the names on the note.
Finally, only a purse remained in the box, and the material of the purse looked unusual. Meng Qi didn't understand any of this, so she just took it in her hands and examined it carefully. The material was very smooth, with a narcissus pattern on it and a rope buckle made of two pearls.
Meng Qi untied it and found two strands of hair tangled together inside. After taking it out, she found two objects tied under the hair.
On one of them was a jade ring, and on the other was a pair of jade gourd earrings. What surprised her even more was that there were some dark red spots on both the ring and the earrings, as if they were dyed on purpose.
Meng Qi moved the oil lamp and candle back, passed the two objects forward, and sniffed them. It had been so long, so naturally, there was no smell, but Meng Qi suddenly had a hunch that the dark red must be blood, the blood of the two people who had made the token.
How deep must the feelings be? Since they cannot get married openly, they can only express their love and determination in this way.
Meng Qi went to check the box again, and after making sure there was nothing else, she put everything back.
Everything was the same as before, and the oil paper had become hard and wrinkled. Meng Qi originally thought of burning it, but changed her mind and gave up. She tried her best to rewrap it in its original shape.
She stood up and put the clothes together with the children's clothes. How could she take them out?
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