Jin Luoyin was stunned, speechless.
At this mont, Zhu Shiqing, who was standing at the door, suddenly sighed, took a few steps forward, and pulled sothing from his chest.
The item wrapped in leather paper had been treasured and hidden within his clothes.
He took it out and carefully opened the outer layer, revealing an envelope.
Under Jin Luoyin’s surprised gaze, he lifted the envelope and handed it to Jin Xuyao.
He said, "This is sothing Fu Jian left behind. I guess it’s related to your identity. I haven’t opened it, so I’m not sure either. You take a look yourself!"
Jin Luoyin, more anxious than him, released Jin Xuyao and grabbed the envelope.
The sealing wax on it was still intact, and the contents inside had always been a speculation of Zhu Shiqing’s; he indeed had never looked at it.
In front of Jin Xuyao, Jin Luoyin opened it and looked at the words inside.
After a mont, she clenched her teeth, filled with anger.
"What a cruel sche. If he really succeeded, whether my brother got it or my father did, they probably wouldn’t forgive themselves."
She gave the letter to Jin Xuyao and said, "You should recognize Fu Jian’s handwriting, right? Now, what doubts do you have left?"
The letter contained nothing more than a provocative ssage for the two of them, father and son.
It told them how he had spirited away Jin Xuyao without a trace back then, and how he set up this whole sche step by step.
He wanted, even in death, to ensure the Prince and his son would never have peace.
But no matter how clever the tactician, they can never account for human nature.
Zhu Shiqing patted Jin Xuyao on the shoulder, sighed softly, and said, "This is all I can do to help you. You siblings chat slowly; I’ll take my leave first!"
This was Fu Jian’s handwritten letter, according to his arrangent, it would end up in the hands of the victor of the father and son’s deadly struggle.
Jin Xuyao rembered when he returned to Tianhai Mountain Villa and saw the desolate scene, and what Shi Shu secretly told him.
At that ti, he was full of rage and killed the Hidden Guards they had arranged with his sword. If it weren’t for the significant gap in strength between him and Jin Zijin, he really would have killed him.
If he hadn’t been calm enough, he might have really mistaken him for the enemy’s son and killed him.
Thinking about it now still makes him shudder.
Jin Xuyao clutched that letter and finally lowered his arm.
"Sister, let’s go ho!"
Jin Luoyin looked seriously at that face, exclaiming in surprise!
...
The Ningwang Residence hosted another banquet, this ti with unprecedented grandeur, truly letting the guests experience what it ans to flaunt wealth.
The reason? The son the Prince and his wife had been searching for over fifteen years had returned!
Yet, those listening were puzzled, "How co he returned again? Didn’t they hold a banquet half a year ago, claiming that the Young Prince had returned?"
The storyteller clapped twice and said, "Ladies and gentlen, there’s sothing you might not know. The previous Young Prince was a fake. That Fu Jian was extrely cunning. As early as when the Ducal Residence had its accident, he had thought of a retreat. At that ti, he secretly left the Beiping Army Camp, infiltrated Tianhai Mountain Villa, and gained the trust of its owner, Zhu Haisheng.
Then, when the Beiping Army Jin Tianyuan brothers really died, he started planning this revenge. First, he killed Zhu Haisheng, took his face, and assud his identity. Second, he set up a maze for one day when the Prince found the Young Prince — the child previously nad Jin Xiang was just a substitute for the Young Prince."
"I see!"
"So this one isn’t fake, right?" the crowd asked again.
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