"Don't worry, Dad. I won't tell Qingqing unless her background won't cause her any trouble."
Mu Lige took out a piece of ink-black brocade handkerchief from her bosom, carefully wrapped the jade pendant, and then put the handkerchief wrapped around the jade pendant back into her bosom.
"Okay, Dad believes you."
"Dad knew you were reliable."
Ye Maochun, Hua's father, looked at Xifu with a look of satisfaction. After a slight hesitation, he took out a small, ancient-looking wooden box from his arms. On the box were some ancient, mysterious, and incomprehensible words.
When Ye Maochun opened the lid, a green pendant shaped like a dagger was revealed. Mu Lige's first instinct was: This is more like a key than a pendant.
"Dad, what is this?"
Mu Lige looked surprised. This short sword-shaped pendant was actually made of imperial green jadeite, and its value was not less than the mutton-fat jade pendant, and it might even be higher.
It is truly shocking that a small villager from Huaqiao Village could come up with such a priceless item.
"This piece of jade has been passed down from generation to generation in our Hua family. My father-in-law will pass it down after he has children."
"Li Ge, you are already three months pregnant. Daddy will pass it on to you sooner or later anyway, so I'll hand it over to you now."
"Okay, thank you, Dad."
Mu Lige took the small wooden box, closed the lid, and then put it in his arms.
For Yu Mulige, the value of this box does not lie in the value of the jade inside, but in the meaning behind this token.
This is not only a reflection of the trust that Hua's father Ye Maochun has in him, but also a strong recognition of Mu Lige's identity as Hua Qingcheng's first husband.
"It's getting late. Dad will go back to the house first. Your brothers are waiting to add makeup for you. Go to bed early after you finish your work. You have to get up early tomorrow."
After giving Mu Lige his instructions, Ye Maochun left the room and returned to the east wing. However, just as he left, Situ Ye, who was waiting in the yard, also walked into Mu Lige's room.
“Big Brother!”
Situ Ye was holding an exquisite rectangular wooden box. He closed the door after entering the room. After sitting down opposite Mu Lige, Situ Ye placed the wooden box on the table.
"Second brother, what is this?" Mu Lige looked at Situ Ye in surprise.
"Open it and take a look." Situ Ye showed his white teeth and smiled brightly.
Mu Lige gently opened the buttons and lifted the lid of the wooden box, and he found that there was a large stack of silver bills inside.
“Too many!”
Mu Lige frowned slightly. He had just counted the banknotes, and the total denomination was a staggering 10,000 taels.
"This is the little money I earned from my dowry shop in Beijing. I use it to buy dowry for my elder brother." Situ Ye said indifferently.
"Brother, don't you want to take a look at what's inside the box?" Situ Ye looked at Mu Lige with burning eyes.
Upon hearing this, Mu Lige opened the inner layer of the box with a "click", took out a booklet with a blue cover but no title, and then began to flip through it casually.
When Mu Lige saw some of the names that were once very familiar, his hands trembled slightly.
"This is……"
"They are former subordinates of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, all trustworthy people. I wonder how they are doing now, eighteen years later."
Situ Ye lowered his eyes slightly, and according to the memory left to him by Tianlang, he recalled the high-spirited, noble and indescribably noble Prince of Zhaoyang Kingdom - Su Mu Tiansheng, who was dressed in a golden palace dress.
Although it was only a memory of his past life, Situ Ye could still clearly feel Tian Lang's joy, anger, sorrow, and emotions. This feeling was very strange, as if he was having a conversation with another self across the air.
"Thank you, second brother!" Su Mulige accepted this friendship.
Mu Lige closed the roster and carefully put it back into the wooden box along with ten thousand taels of silver.
"I'm going out first. My third brother and the others are still waiting."
"Okay." Mu Lige nodded.
However, when Situ Ye stood up and was about to go out, a masked man in black suddenly jumped in from the back window. Seeing that he was discovered, the man in black immediately put the sword in his hand across Situ Ye's neck.
"Stop it, Uncle Qiao!" Mu Lige hurriedly stopped the man in black.
"He's one of us!" Mu Lige raised his hand and removed the sword that the man in black had placed on Situ Ye's neck.
"One of our own?" The man in black looked surprised when he heard Mu Lige's words.
"Young Master, what is this?"
The man in black carefully examined the tall, imposing man in front of him. He frowned slightly, absolutely certain that he did not know this man.
"Qiao Zhiyuan, the former head eunuch who served Crown Prince Su Mutiansheng in the Eastern Palace of Zhaoyang Kingdom, Eunuch Qiao, it's been a long time since we last met!"
It’s been so long that it seems like a lifetime ago…
As a powerful general under the command of Crown Prince Su Mu Tiansheng, Tian Lang was naturally very familiar with the eunuch Qiao Zhiyuan who served him.
Situ Ye looked at the man in black with a complicated expression. He was an "old friend" with a familiar figure but gray hair.
"Who? Who are you?"
Seeing that a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old could actually call out his name and tell his former identity, Qiao Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly turned cold and he became very alert. He raised his hand and put the sword across Situ Ye's neck again.
Facing the sharp sword at his neck, Situ Ye calmly stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand, clamped the sword across his neck, and moved it away slowly.
Then Situ Ye turned around swiftly, stepped forward quickly, snatched the sword from Qiao Zhiyuan's hand, and performed a set of powerful and fierce sword techniques with great domineering power.
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