Wishful Things

Emperor Qingming looked over.

He could tell last time that the location where this old jujube tree was planted was no different from the one in the old house where their siblings lived when they were young.

It's just that in Jingrong's memory now, what she remembers is only the original one from the beginning to the end.

"Dig it out and have a look—"

As Emperor Qingming walked over, he gave orders to the guards beside him.

The weeds in the yard had just been cleared, and there were still two shovels not far away. Two guards took them and started digging.

Emperor Qingming paid close attention to his feet.

The jujube tree is surrounded by green bricks, and the color and wear of each brick are the same, and there are still some dry and white roots left after weeds have been removed between the bricks.

It can be seen that these bricks have never been tampered with.

And the land under the bricks was lifted is also flat and solid over the years.

The soil was quickly turned over by the guard's shovel.

"Your Majesty, there is something."

The shovel touched something hard that was completely different from the clod, and the guard hurriedly reported.

"Look, I just said it's here!" Princess Jingrong was happy and proud, she put her hips on her hips and urged: "Help me dig it out!"

Emperor Qingming nodded with a smile, and said to the guards: "Dig it out, be careful, don't damage the things inside."

However, if it was really buried in the year when the first emperor passed away, after so many years, if it was not preserved properly, it may have been almost corroded.

Thinking of this, Emperor Qingming couldn't help feeling that he really thought too much today.

How could it be what he thought?

He did remember that after his father left, Jing Rong told him about his burial—if it was what he guessed, how could Jing Rong tell him?

What's more, it doesn't make sense for the important things to be buried here for so many years.

But when the two guards carried the box out, Emperor Qingming's eyes changed again.

Even though it has been buried under the soil for many years, the surface of the wooden box is still moist and the texture is beautiful and distinct.

This box is made of gloomy wood.

Gloomy wood is precious, rare and rot-resistant, far beyond the comparison of ordinary wood——

"Such a big box..." Eldest Princess Jingrong squatted down, with some doubts in her eyes, but more surprise and anticipation: "Open it quickly!"

"Dingning, do you have the key?" Emperor Qingming asked her, his tone still warm.

"The key..." The eldest princess shook the lock on the box, shook her head and said, "I don't remember locking it...the key...will the key be with Yemo?"

As he spoke, he quickly stood up and said, "Brother, I'll go to Yemo to get the key!"

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

Emperor Qingming guessed that Ye Mo probably wouldn't know where the key was, so he directly ordered the guards, "Break it open."

"yes."

A guard pulled out a long knife at his waist, and chopped open the thin copper lock in two or three strokes.

The box was opened, and although there were some traces of moth-eaten inside, that was only a small amount, and the contents inside were still intact.

The eldest princess bent down and rummaged through the box with both hands.

There were a lot of gadgets in the box, and while searching, there were copper bells jingling, and some faded silk flowers were thrown out by her.

Then she stopped her movements, turned around, and said with joy on her face, "Brother, I found it!"

Emperor Qingming looked at the small and exquisite rattle she held in her hand, and said with a smile, "It's really here."

While he was talking, he also squatted down, with a pampering posture that matched the child's playfulness, and his eyes were on the miscellaneous things in the box.

Finally, his gaze settled on a long brocade box.

"Dingning, what's in here?"

The rest of the things are mostly clear at a glance, only this brocade box is different.

"This..." The eldest princess thought for a while, shook her head, put the rattle in her hand between her knees in front of her, freed her hand to take out the brocade box, thinking about how to open it.

She moves quickly.

As soon as the brocade box was opened, the contents fell out.

The thing fell to the ground in an instant, and it was too late to see what it was——

However, the flash of bright yellow in front of his eyes already made Emperor Qingming's pupils constrict instantly.

He looked down.

The bright yellow silk is rolled up and tied with golden silk satin.

One hand quickly picked up the silk: "...Brother, what is this?"

Or they didn't recognize this thing, and they were not interested in it, so Princess Jingrong threw the silk back into the box without getting an answer from her elder brother.

She stood up, shook the rattle in her hand, and ran away with a happy smile.

Emperor Qingming slowly stretched out his hand and took the things out of the box.

This is a decree——

Could it be the imperial edict issued by Jingrong when he was conferred the title of princess?

Or... is it something he has never seen, never known...

Holding the silk in his hand, Emperor Qingming slowly straightened up.

The golden silk satin was picked apart and slid down on the emperor's stone-blue soap boots embroidered with auspicious clouds with gold threads.

The silk unfolded little by little in front of his eyes, revealing rows of elegant lowercase letters.

Emperor Qingming's eyes instantly froze and ice-cold.

This is his father's handwriting...

And he clearly remembered that the imperial edict written by the four brothers and Jing Rong was not written by his father!

And this is written on it...

Emperor Qingming's gaze swept over each of the densely packed words inch by inch, his originally stagnant eyes were shaking and surging.

After reading the last line and the red seal on it, he gritted his teeth and let out a sudden laugh.

good……

really good!

His good father, the one who really wanted to pass on the throne was indeed not him!

It's not that he is suspicious, he has never wronged anyone...!

It was never his fault!

Emperor Qingming suddenly clenched his handkerchief tightly, and looked at his younger sister squatting on the porch, playing with a dead bonsai, his eyes were icy cold.

Xu felt bored, Princess Jingrong quickly ran back.

"Brother, let's bury these things back and dig them up when I need them." She pointed at the box with the rattle in her hand.

Emperor Qingming had been looking at her quietly the whole time. Hearing this, he smiled, raised the imperial decree in his hand, and asked, "Should I take it out when I need it? Dingning——no, Jingrong...tell me, when did you plan to use it?"

"Brother, what is this?" Princess Jingrong looked puzzled and reached out to grab it.

Emperor Qingming lowered his hand, put away the cold smile on his face, and slowly approached her.

"Jingrong, why do you keep it and hide it? You have been refusing to take it out, or destroy it? Is this the father's confession, or your own selfishness? Or is it a combination of both?"

Princess Jingrong withdrew her outstretched hand, subconsciously retreated, as if aware of some terrible danger, her expression gradually became tense.

Good morning.

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