After Yan Zhaozhao opened the door of Jinyuan's bedroom, she found that the candlelight inside was bright. She was a little stunned. Logically, as soon as Xie Ciyan returned to the palace tonight, he was invited by the emperor to the Yaochi Palace, and there should be no candlelight here.
Although she was suspicious, she didn't think about it. She went straight in and sat on a soft couch and waited obediently for Xie Ciyan to return.
But after nearly an hour, Xie Ciyan had not returned yet. She wanted to step out of the bedroom to the Jinluan Palace to investigate the situation several times, but every time she was about to take a step, she sighed and gave up the idea. Although she was worried, she didn't want to become a stumbling block for Xie Ciyan. If she went out rashly at this time, she might not only fail to help him, but even distract him again. It
was late at night and the dew was heavy. Yan Zhaozhao, who had been busy and tired all day, was already a little confused. She propped her hands on the tea table next to the soft couch, closed her eyes and dozed for a while, but she almost fell off the couch several times. She was really tired. She wanted to wait for Xie Ci Yan to come back, but she couldn't stand the sleepiness that kept sweeping over her.
When she finally dozed off and almost fell, Yan Zhaozhao couldn't help but stand up and walked towards the bed in the inner room.
This was the first time Yan Zhaozhao entered his inner room. She had come to Jinyuan a few times, and every time she came, she talked in the outer room and never went in. She looked carefully at the furnishings in the inner room, but saw only a sandalwood desk with a purple clay teapot and a teacup on it. There was a bookcase against the wall, which was full of ancient books on military strategies. A screen moved aside, and the bed came into view. On one side was a wardrobe. She curiously opened the wardrobe, and it was indeed full of black robes, without any other patterns or colors.
Xie Ci Yan was not a person who liked fancy things, and everything he used was very simple. After looking around, she still didn't find anything interesting. When she felt tired again, Yan Zhaozhao lay down on Xie Ci Yan's couch and took the quilt placed beside her to cover herself. But after picking up the quilt, she saw a small secret cabinet hidden behind the thick and long quilt.
Yan Zhaozhao's heart moved slightly, and she was obviously a little curious. The bed was the place closest to Xie Ci Yan. What important thing could he put here? She sat up, hooked the ring with her index finger, and gently pulled out the small secret cabinet.
Inside, there was a jade pendant lying quietly.
She frowned slightly, took out the jade pendant and looked at it carefully in her palm. The jade pendant was exquisitely crafted and carved from the finest Hetian jade. It felt as warm as mutton fat. The jade pendant was hollowed out, and in the middle was carved a lifelike Qilin holding a pearl. Upon closer inspection, the pearl in the Qilin's mouth was actually a Dongzhu.
When Yan Zhaozhao saw the pattern on the jade pendant, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and she even forgot to breathe. This jade pendant... She would never mistake it. It was the one worn by the man who saved her in the room of Yunlai Inn!
Although she only had a quick glance before she lost consciousness, the pattern on the jade pendant was special and she was deeply impressed. Moreover, it was the only object that could identify her savior, so she remembered it firmly in her mind.
But why was this jade pendant in Xie Ciyan's room?
Yan Zhaozhao pondered for a while. She had never seen Xie Ciyan wearing a jade pendant, and that was why she chose a bell for him to hang around his waist. She kept thinking deeply, and her mind was filled with black clothes. The man was also wearing a black dress back then. Although she only vaguely remembered the outline, when she thought about it now, the vague outline could slowly overlap with Xie Ciyan today, and they became the same person.
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Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)
Historical Fictionauthor (Wine and Evening Music) not mine I kinda like this story already 😃 With the enemy at the gates, the king of a country, sitting on the dragon chair, still turned a deaf ear to the outside world, holding the beauty in his arms and enjoying hi...