Chapter 177
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She used silver washing water to wipe the black and gray rust spots on the longevity lock. Only then was she able to vaguely distinguish the shape of each engraving. Ning Shu took the lock out of her sleeve and let it slip in with the breeze from the carriage curtain, making a crisp and melodious sound.
"Is there a possibility that the other party opened the coffin to put in this longevity lock?" The sandcastle in Ning Shu's mind was constantly being pushed down and rebuilt, "But her parents died early. Who would come here inexplicably, open the coffin of an unfavored concubine who had been dead for many years, and put in a longevity lock made decades ago? Could it be that there is a close elder in her family who is in a high position? We'll have to look into it again … "
Xiahou Qing didn't disturb her thoughts. After she finished muttering, he asked: "What are you going to do with this lock?"
"I'm going to ask a silversmith." Ning Shu said. Her clear eyes blinked, and then her lips curved up. She opened the curtain and threw the lock to Huimo outside: "Thank you, Huimo."
Huimo suddenly whined: "Lady Ning, please forgive me. There are at least hundreds of silversmiths in the capital. Do you want me to ask them one by one? It's been so long. Even the maker may have forgotten that he made such a thing. "
Ning Shu leisurely shook her head: "No, no. The most complicated part of a longevity lock is the bell. It's not difficult for ordinary silversmiths to make it, but it's not easy to make it delicate enough. But the one that Wen Cai found in the heart can still make a crisp sound after so many years. The shape is perfectly round, and there are complicated hollow patterns carved on it. It's enough to show the craftsmanship of the craftsman. The government has always been strict in the field of silversmithing. Most of them are passed down from father to son. I heard that every brilliant craftsman will make a unique mark on his work to prevent others from making fake ones. So, you can ask them according to the ranking of the famous silversmiths in the capital. It should greatly shorten the time. "
Hearing this, Huimo was still a little reluctant.
Lady Ning's mouth was a coaxing ghost. When had she not ordered him around? He did not believe that this matter was as simple and quick as she made it out to be.
Ning Shu saw him mumbling and said, "Forsythia will go with you."
Hui Mo thinks for a while and says reluctantly, "… Okay." Then he sighs. Forsythia, so be it. She was a girl after all, and her looks were … alright, she was still better than those coarse old men in the prince's residence.
After deciding on the procedures for the investigation, Ning Shu returned to the Duke's residence to catch up on some sleep. She would continue with the investigation once her mind was clear. However, after changing into her pajamas, she tossed and turned for a while and suddenly couldn't fall asleep.
Because before she got down from Xiahou Qing's carriage, she suddenly remembered that Concubine Qi had specially visited her Duke Ning the day before yesterday and gave her a warning outside the residence. She couldn't help but sigh, "Concubine Qi had specially 'told' me not only to take over this case, but also to do it well for her. If she knew that in the end, this case was traced back to her, my poor head ah. "
"What are you afraid of?" Xiahou Qing said lightly.
"Huh?" Ning Shu looked at him in confusion.
He casually moved his body and leaned against the brocade cushion she had placed beside him. His jade colored slender fingers twirled the bone in his palm out of habit as he lifted his chin slightly towards her. "With me here, no one in this world has the ability to take your life."
He added, "Even if you, Ning Shu, die, you can only be buried with me in the future."
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