Chapter 257
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After the sunset, it was indeed a clear night.
After dinner, Xiahou Qingqing coughed softly. The new little guard of the Nanping Mansion, Ning Shu, twitched her mouth and "respectfully" helped the Prince to move to the Chunxing Pavilion. At the same time, she counted it as digestion.
Ning Shu had been here several times, but this was the first time she stopped to admire the pavilions. The long corridor was filled with lush flowers and plants, exuding a faint fragrance. The long corridor spread out in all directions. Under the slightly slanted eaves that were shaped like swallowtails, there were many palace lanterns, illuminating the entire Nanping Mansion as if it was daytime.
The moon above her head gradually brightened, and the stars gradually extinguished. Under the palace lanterns, there were long tassels that fluttered gently in the wind, tickling Ning Shu's cheeks. She raised her head to look at one of the palace lanterns and saw that the immortal's hand was pointing at the moon. Under such circumstances, there was an indescribable feeling.
Ning Shu found it very interesting and subconsciously said, "Your Highness, look —"
Before she finished speaking, she stopped because she suddenly remembered that this immortal-like man standing under the lanterns couldn't see anything. A faint sourness filled her heart.
Xiahou Qing turned his face, "What's the matter?"
Ning Shu reacted and hurriedly said, "Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that Hui Mo told me that Your Highness encountered a new trouble and needed my assistance. I wanted to ask what kind of trouble it is."
Xiahou Qing's white jade-like face flashed with an unfathomable expression, "That trouble is in the Chunxing Pavilion. You will know when you arrive later."
Ning Shu, who had her curiosity piqued, no longer had the leisure to wander around the mansion. She quickened her pace and went straight to the Chunxing Pavilion. Xiahou Qing, who was being supported by her, frowned, "What's the hurry? That trouble doesn't have legs and won't run away."
Ning Shu said seriously, "As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat. But my cat is different from ordinary cats. If my curiosity isn't satisfied, I will die even faster."
"…" Even Xiahou Qing revealed a rare look of speechlessness.
The lanterns in the Chun Xing Pavilion were already lit. Seeing them come in, Jiu Si bent down to set up the tea set, and then helped Xiahou Qing to sit under the west screen window, where he was accustomed to sitting.
"Jiusi, take that thing out."
"Yes." Jiu Si walked to the treasure shelf with his back facing Ning Shu. He pressed a button somewhere and a small box popped out. Jiu Si brought the box to Ning Shu and opened it.
A piece of paper?
Ning Shu's curiosity was piqued. She took it out and read it out slowly, "If you want to solve the mystery of the Plum Blossom Kiss, marry Changping first. Then you'll find the answer …"
Ning Shu's eyes widened in astonishment. "This is —"
Xiahou Qing rolled up his sleeves and slowly ground his tea. "Three days ago, this note suddenly appeared on my desk. There was no seal, no signature, and only a few words."
Ning Shu subconsciously took two steps forward and asked, "Your Highness, did you find out who did it?" Then she realized that this question was too stupid. If they could find out who did it, this trouble wouldn't be a problem.
She turned her mind and carefully observed the handwriting on the note in her hand. "Just from the handwriting alone, it should be written by a woman. She used the popular Hairpin-style Small Regular Script in the boudoir. It was neat and tidy, and the strokes were neat. She was gentle and beautiful without losing her heroic spirit. She should be a person with a strong temperament. From the content of the note, it is obvious that she knows something about the secret of the Plum Blossom Kiss and is preparing to use it as a trump card to threaten Your Highness. In addition, she didn't call the Thirteenth Princess by her honorific title, but by her maiden name, Changping. She is either a sister or an elder of the Thirteenth Princess. The only person who knows the Thirteenth Princess's feelings for Your Highness and is willing to painstakingly plan for her to fulfill her wish is — — "
Xiahou Qing put down the teacup in his hand. The silver pot on the red clay stove next to him was already making light sounds. He wasn't in a hurry and waited patiently. "I sent Tianwen to sneak into Prince Yu's residence and take a copy of Old Princess Yu's handwriting. It is exactly the same as the handwriting on the note."
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