mesbooks Chapter 220 Mysterious Letter
Chapter 220 Mysterious Letter
Song Qingwan knew that time was urgent and she had to act quickly, otherwise it would be troublesome when Zhong Xueying came back.
So Song Qingwan put on gloves and searched Zhong Xueying's room carefully, including the bed, the pillow, under the quilt, under the mattress, and even the makeup drawer and table corners, but she didn't find anything suspicious.
That's not right. If there was really nothing in this room, why would Zhong Xueying lock the door so carefully?
Song Qingwan absolutely didn't believe that Zhong Xueying would do this for no reason. She firmly believed that there must be a secret in this room.
So Song Qingwan was not discouraged. She thought carefully about whether she had missed something.
Just as Song Qingwan was pacing back and forth in Zhong Xueying's room, the sole of her shoe suddenly stepped on a protruding brick. Song Qingwan's heart moved, and she lowered her head and began to observe the brick.
The soles of the shoes Song Qingwan wore today were very thin, so she could clearly feel the bulge in the brick.
According to the current luxury of the Prince's Mansion and Zhong Xueying's status, such a mistake should not occur under normal circumstances. Therefore, Song Qingwan concluded that there must be something under the bricks and stones.
So without further ado, Song Qingwan quickly started to dig and try to lift the bricks.
However, she found that the stone was very light and very different from the stone usually used for paving the ground. In order to prevent the stone from being damaged, Song Qingwan took out a pair of small pliers from the space.
She carefully lifted up the bricks and then gently put them aside.
After Song Qingwan removed the bricks and stones, she saw a small pit underneath, with a square red brocade box inside.
Song Qingwan continued to put on gloves and carefully took out the box.
Song Qingwan picked up the box and looked at it carefully, and found that the box was locked with a delicate little lock, but the key was nowhere to be found.
Song Qingwan was a little anxious. If she couldn't open the box, this trip would be in vain.
But if she just took the box away like that, Zhong Xueying would probably find it when she came back in the evening and might do something crazy.
Now Song Qingwan was in a dilemma. Although she had various skills, she couldn't open a lock.
Besides, the lock is too small, and it will definitely break if you hit it with a hammer.
Song Qingwan frowned and thought while gently stroking her sleeve. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind and she took out the wolf fang in her arms.
If she guessed correctly, the wolf fang should be the key to unlocking the lock.
So Song Qingwan quickly took out the wolf fang. She carefully compared the pointed end of the fang around the lock and found that the pointed end was the same size as the keyhole.
Song Qingwan quickly put the wolf fang in, and then twisted it gently, and the lock opened.
Song Qingwan quickly opened the brocade box and found a thick stack of letters inside. Song Qingwan took out one to see what was written on it, but found that the words on it were not Chinese characters from the Central Plains.
These characters looked like the language unique to ethnic minorities. To Song Qingwan, they were just like ghost drawings and she couldn't understand them no matter how she looked at them.
"These people are really cautious. They are so cautious even when writing letters that it's hard to understand."
No matter what, Song Qingwan decided to get one first and go back to study it slowly.
So Song Qingwan pulled out a random piece of paper from the brocade box and put it in her arms, then put the rest of the letters back in, closed the lid, locked it, and put it back in its original place.
Song Qingwan did not forget to gently cover the bricks and stones at the end. While Zhong Xueying had not returned yet, she used the help of space to slip out of the Prince's Mansion.
When they returned to the villa, Shen Jingyi found that Song Qingwan was in a low mood, so he asked her if she had encountered any difficulties.
Song Qingwan sighed and took out the letter she received from Zhong Xueying today.
"Look at the words on it. I don't recognize any of them."
Shen Jingyi took the letter in his hand, read it carefully, and spoke.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the writing of Dongyue Country."
"The writing system of Dongyue? Do they have their own unique writing system?"
Song Qingwan was a little surprised. She knew that the Chinese characters used by the people of Southern Xinjiang and the Great Sage Dynasty were the same, so she thought that the Dongyue Kingdom was the same. She didn't expect that there was no cultural communication between the two countries.
Shen Jingyi smiled slightly and gently placed the letter on the table.
"Not really. The culture prevalent in Dongyue Country is basically the same as that of the Great Saint Dynasty. However, because they are a nomadic people, they have some ancient written symbols. It's just that not many people understand these characters."
Song Qingwan nodded. As expected, her guess was correct. Those people deliberately wrote letters in this relatively niche language to confuse others.
I guess when Zhong Xueying is caught, no one can convict her as long as she refuses to reveal the contents of the letter.
This is a really clever trick! But how do we know what is written in the letter?
Song Qingwan continued to look worried. They couldn't return to Beijing openly now, so naturally they couldn't find anyone capable of deciphering these letters.
Shen Jingyi cleared his throat and took the letter in his hand again.
"Have you forgotten that I was once the top scholar?"
"So you can understand?"
"I know a little bit."
Song Qingwan's eyes lit up and she quickly poured a cup of tea for Shen Jingyi and placed it in front of him.
"Then please be merciful, Lord Shen, and help translate it."
Shen Jingyi was very pleased with Song Qingwan's flattery. He did not keep her in suspense and directly took out a pen and paper to write down the contents of the letter and handed it to Song Qingwan.
As Song Qingwan read the contents of the letter, her brows gradually furrowed more and more.
Shen Jingyi put down his brush and took the translated letter in front of him to read it. He also frowned.
"There doesn't seem to be any useful information in this letter. It looks like a love letter."
Song Qingwan was naturally also wondering about this. The words on the letter clearly translated into a love poem, and this kind of poem is usually copied by men to pursue girls.
Why would the people of Dongyue go to so much trouble to deliver this ordinary letter to Zhong Xueying?
If it was really an ordinary love poem, why did Zhong Xueying hide it so carefully instead of burning it directly?
Song Qingwan was filled with doubts and she regretted that she should have taken a few more letters. She wondered if there might be different contents in the other letters.
Shen Jingyi thought for a while and spoke tentatively.
"Have you read the other letters? How are their length and format different from this one?"
Song Qingwan carefully recalled what she had just seen, and said somewhat frustratedly.
"They all seem to be similar. If I remember correctly, even if these love poems are not the same, they are all of similar length. I wonder what the meaning is."
"Maybe what he sent was really just a simple love poem, and we are making things complicated."