Lan Linxue couldn't sleep well all night because she was lost in thought.
He searched every corner of his mind but couldn't think of any other relatives who could be related to the word "cousin".
As dawn broke, he drifted off to sleep, but his dreams were restless.
In a hazy dream, I seemed to see my mother. She was holding my little hand, making sure I didn't fall. Then she held me in her arms, gently coaxing me to stop crying.
Then the scene shifts to a field of rapeseed flowers covering the mountains. The mother is clapping her hands in front of her, and the child staggers to run towards her, but is bitten by a large snake that suddenly jumps out halfway there.
Just as he was crying his heart out, a pair of gentle hands suddenly embraced him.
"Why is the prince crying? Be good, Grandma is here. With Grandma's spirit pouch, you're not afraid of any giant snake! Look, Grandma has avenged you and ripped the snake's head off!"
Then, a hand grabbed the snake's head and twisted it off in one swift motion, causing blood to splatter everywhere, covering Lan Linxue's body.
Lan Linxue suddenly rolled over and woke up in a flash.
Lan Linxue was breathing heavily, feeling her back soaked with cold sweat.
This dream felt so real, so real, that it felt like he could reach out and touch it.
Lan Linxue walked barefoot to the ground, a cold sensation rising from her feet.
The sky was already fully bright, but the room remained dark and long.
Lan Linxue recalled every detail of her dream!
He hasn't dreamed of his mother in a long time.
Even his childhood dreams were nightmares, always depicting his mother burning in flames. That's why his father always held him as he slept, afraid he would have nightmares.
But today I dreamt about things from his childhood. Why?
Who is that old woman? I can't see her face clearly.
A spirit bag?
Lan Linxue thought for a moment, then suddenly ran to her study and started rummaging through things.
After searching for a long time without finding what he was looking for, he frowned and shouted, "Frost Flower! Frost Flower!"
Shuanghua was originally standing guard outside, but when she heard Lan Linxue shouting loudly, she thought something had happened and rushed in without thinking.
Where is my suitcase?
Frostflower was taken aback. "What box?"
"Of course, it's the box I always carry with me!"
Lan Linxue yelled angrily.
Frostflower thought for a moment, "That box has always been kept safe by Gao He!"
Lan Linxue gritted her teeth, "Go! Hurry up and go to his room, find that box for me!"
Shuanghua immediately ran out to find a box for Lan Linxue.
Frostflower quickly ran back with the box in her arms.
Lan Linxue snatched the box away, then took out a small key from her purse and gently opened it.
The box was full of old things, mostly children's belongings.
Lan Linxue rummaged through the pouch and soon found a beautifully embroidered but very old one.
This was something he never parted with when he was a child.
From as far back as he could remember, this purse seemed to have always been with him. He didn't know who gave it to him, but he always called it the Spirit Pouch. No one else was allowed to touch it!
Lan Linxue held the purse in her hand, examined it carefully, and then smelled it.
Even after so many years, this purse still has a pleasant scent.
"What happened?" Shuanghua saw Lan Linxue carefully examining the old object and knew that Lan Linxue must have thought of something related to the past.
Lan Linxue took the purse and sat down on a chair to the side, her face sullen, but she didn't say a word.
"What? Are you thinking about things from the past?"
Shuanghua knew that once Lan Linxue started looking at the box, it meant she was thinking about the past.
Lan Linxue shook her head heavily, her voice somewhat hoarse, and said, "I just had a dream. I dreamt that someone gave me this purse! But I didn't see her face clearly."
Hearing Lan Linxue say this, Shuanghua couldn't help but sigh. She sat down beside him and shared his worries.
"For so many years, we've been trying to find out the cause of the Empress's death. Although we know it's related to her family, there's been absolutely no explanation. The people below us are all incredibly secretive. We haven't been able to get any information out of them! What's even stranger is that whenever the Emperor finds out you're investigating this matter, he'll severely reprimand you and then cut off all our leads. So, all these years, no matter what efforts we've made, we've ended up knowing nothing. Alas!"
Lan Linxue held the purse tightly, remaining silent, her expression dark and unpleasant.
Shuanghua looked at Lan Linxue, unsure of what to say to comfort him. She simply patted his shoulder and said reassuringly, "Don't worry about this! We can't investigate it now, but as long as we persevere, the day you become emperor, we'll definitely get to the bottom of this!"
"fart!"
Lan Linxue squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
"By the time I become emperor, when will it be? Even if there were any witnesses who survived back then, they would all eventually be buried! Look at the old man, he could easily live another forty or fifty years! How many people in this world can outlive him?"
"Then what can we do? The Emperor is very superstitious about this matter right now. If you dare to touch it, you'll definitely be punished! Besides, with the Emperor interfering, who are you going to investigate?"
Lan Linxue's sinister eyes were fixed on the purse in her hand, and she said in a cold voice, "I think I may have found a clue!"
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