Chapter 3 — From Kissing Before the Big Wedding

I raised my eyebrows, c'a'y/o-t said: "He's already seventeen years old, he understands everything that should be understood." "I just don't understand how the word 'honest' is written." I stepped in front of To Uyen Nhi, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly: "Sister, next time you want to harm someone, remember to be more truthful with the evidence. Also - those love letters you hid are too weak." To Uyen Nhi suddenly raised her head and looked into my eyes. In those eyes, there was no anger, no pride, only a bottomless coldness. "Today, I can not pursue this matter." I stood up straight, my voice was not loud, but each word clearly fell into everyone's ears. "But if there is a next time - "My finger lightly flicked. A piece of dry branch three meters away immediately made a cracking sound and broke in half. "What broke... will no longer be a tree branch." After saying that, I turned around and went back into the room, slamming the door shut. Everyone in the hospital looked at each other, everyone had cold sweat behind them. That move just now... o't-ca'y was it a coincidence? Inside the room, I leaned my back against the door and breathed softly. The jade pendant in his chest suddenly became hot. I took out the jade pendant, only to see the strange patterns on it in the dark room starting to radiate a pale blue light. The light pointed to the northwest corner of the room — That was my mother's old wardrobe. It was said that since her mother passed away, no one had ever opened it. My heart suddenly beat faster. 03 Behind the hidden door, there was a row of stone steps leading down, cold and damp air rushed in, bringing with it the old musty smell that had accumulated for many years and a faint scent of medicinal herbs. I clasped the glowing jade pendant in my hand, using that weak blue light, carefully going down step by step. The stone steps are not long, about twenty steps. At the end of the road is a small secret room, built on all four sides with green stone, in the corner is a simple stone bed and a stone table, on the table is an oil lamp that has long been extinguished. The most eye-catching thing is the opposite wall - There hangs a portrait of a woman. The woman in the painting is dressed in white, holding a long sword, standing on top of a cliff. The appearance is like a painting, the temperament is out of the world. The most shocking thing was those eyes - almost identical to mine. The lower right corner has two lines of small letters: "The Red Kinh shines a picture of the past, the long night treats the moon." Below is signed: Princess Vinh Ninh - Tieu Kinh Hong. My heart skipped a beat slightly. Princess Vinh Ninh... The little daughter of the last emperor of the previous dynasty, according to historical records, she disappeared during a court incident at the age of eighteen, her life and death are unknown. Could it be… that is my mother? Are not. In the memory of the original owner, the mother was just an ordinary lady of the official family, last name Lam, first name Uyen. How can she be a princess from the previous dynasty? We moved closer to the painting and observed it more closely. On the bun of the person in the painting is a white jade hairpin, the tip of which is engraved with the image of a phoenix - Only women of the pre-dynasty royal family are qualified to wear phoenix hairpins. At this moment, the jade pendant in my hand suddenly glowed strongly, flew out of my hand, and was directly engraved into a recess on the cliff below the painting. Clicking sounds rang out. The organ began to move, the cliff slowly slid to the sides, revealing the second floor of the secret room. This room is much larger than the outside, and the decorations are also more sophisticated. Along the wall is a row of bookshelves, filled with books and scrolls. In the middle is a mahogany wooden table, on the table neatly displayed four office treasures. On the right is a weapon rack, on which hang three long swords. The sword's sheath is ancient, but it vaguely exudes a chill that makes people shiver. To the left is an ebony chest. I walked to the front of the bookshelf and conveniently pulled out a scroll — The Red Sword

France. Opening it, inside were delicate lines of small letters, accompanied by a diagram of the human body's meridians, meticulously recording a set of exquisite and wonderful sword techniques. I pulled out another scroll - the Hundred Herbs Secret Record, recording the uses of countless rare medicinal herbs, including many precious antidotes. Another scroll - Emperor's mind magic... I took a deep breath and walked to the purple wooden table. On the table was an envelope, on the outside of which was written: "Daughter Nguyet Ly separated from Khai." o't/ca'y thanks, goosebumps. Please come back and comment for me... The handwriting is exactly the same as the one on the painting. I opened the letter, and my mother's gentle yet tragic voice seemed to echo through each word: "Ly Nhi, when you read this letter, I'm afraid mother will no longer be in this world. There are some truths, it's time to tell you..."