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Jing Chunxi soared into the air and quickly took the bamboo flute. It was a section of old, golden bamboo. A closer look revealed no holes in it. It wasn't a bamboo flute, just a section of bamboo, both ends sealed with thick layers of beeswax.

She felt something in her heart and knew that this thing must be extraordinary.

Knowing that something was wrong, Jing Chunxi quickly looked at Jing Yi.

His eyes were also fixed on himself. Seeing Jing Chunxi looking at him, Jing Yi waved his hand and made a downward chopping gesture, with a hint of hint in his eyes.

Jing Chunxi understood and stepped back. While Jiuyue was staring at the inscription, he turned around and quickly pulled out a dagger from his boot and split the bamboo joint in half. As the bamboo joint separated, the oil-paper wrapped object inside came into view.

Her heart tightened, knowing that it must be something confidential, so she quickly pulled it out and stuffed it into her arms.

When he turned around again, he saw that Jiuyue didn't pay attention to him, so he made a completion gesture to Jingyi, with a calm look in his eyes.

When she calmed down, she felt a little nervous. Her heart was pounding, much faster than usual.

But she was calm inside, as if she had accomplished some important task. She even said to herself, "Brother Xiaokang, maybe this is what you are looking for."

Sure enough, as soon as Xiaoman jumped down from the human wall, she couldn't wait to run over and ask questions, with anticipation shining in her round eyes.

"Miss, that's a good flute, right?" He said as he kicked his legs, stretched his arms, and twisted his stiff body.

"What's that look?"

Jing Chunxi feigned a smile and shook her head, her long black hair swaying slightly as she moved. "Isn't it just a piece of broken bamboo? It's not worth your cherishing it so much."

She pointed casually behind her. Xiaoman was a little unconvinced. He ran over in two steps and bent down to pick up the two halves of bamboo. There was obvious resentment in his voice: "Miss, why did you split it?" His fingers stroked the crack of the bamboo, his eyes full of regret.

She carefully put the two halves of bamboo together and then took them apart, back and forth several times, and the bamboo pieces made crisp sounds when they collided.

Finally, he sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. "Hey! I thought I'd found a treasure!" He leaned closer to the bamboo and sniffed it, frowning. "It's almost moldy."

Even the shadow cast by his eyelashes on his depressed face looked particularly lonely.

This caused everyone to burst into laughter. Chongsan jumped up and danced, then patted his tense thighs and said, "Xiaoman, forget it! We might be able to dig up some silver if we dig." Ah Qi also responded mischievously, "Do you dare to ask the sky for treasure?" The laughter echoed in the empty fields, startling a few sparrows.

Seeing Xiaoman being mocked and annoyed, Jing Chunxi felt a surge of guilt, her fingers unconsciously stroking the already drawn reins. She thought to herself that she could only make amends later, and giving him an exquisite bamboo flute would be a nice touch.

She jumped onto the horse and gave it a firm kick. The horse raised its front hooves and a cloud of dust flew up. She only wanted to get back to Qingshan Villa as soon as possible.

The wind blew up her clothes, and the object in her arms seemed to be slightly hot, making her wish she could grow wings and fly back.

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"You're back, hurry up and wash your hands and have dinner!" Jing Chunxi and Jing Yi waited until they reached the gate of the mansion before pulling the reins, and the horse's hooves made crisp sounds on the bluestone slabs.

As soon as the two of them jumped off their horses and rushed to the study, the corners of their clothes were blown up by the wind, but they didn't expect that Jing Qiurong was already waiting at the door.

With Jing Qiurong's greeting, the two of them noticed that the crimson glow had already dyed half the sky, and the setting sun stretched their shadows far out. The aroma of food wafted from the yard, and they could faintly hear the clinking of bowls and ladles.

"Mom, wait a moment," Jing Chunxi said as she ran towards the study, her eyes brightening surprisingly, "Dad and I want to look at something." As soon as she finished speaking, she ran out like a rabbit, and the pearl flowers on her bun were cast a shadow, catching Jing Qiurong off guard.

"Kid, why are you so reckless?" Before Jing Qiurong could finish her words, another gust of wind blew past her - Jing Yi also hurriedly followed, his leather boots making a thudding sound as they stepped on the corridor.

"Qiu Rong, don't worry. We'll come over soon after we check out some important stuff." Jing Yi said without turning his head, his voice filled with suppressed excitement. This made Jing Qiu Rong feel itchy, and she followed him, her skirt lifted, completely forgetting Pu Ge'er who was still waiting at the table, staring at the door eagerly.

"Bang!" Jing Yi, who was following Jing Chunxi, threw the couplet in his hand onto the desk as soon as he entered the room. The scroll rolled several times on the rosewood table before it stopped.

He immediately moved towards the thing in Jing Chunxi's hand and asked, "But it's the will?" His voice was very low, but it couldn't hide his trembling and joy.

Jing Yi's sudden words startled Jing Qiurong, who had just taken a step forward, so much so that she stumbled. She hurriedly grabbed the carved doorframe to prevent herself from falling, the golden hairpin in her hair swaying violently. In her panic, she still remembered to turn around and close the door, the latch making a soft click.

The two people at the desk were so engrossed that Jing Chunxi even breathed softly, completely unaware of her mother following in. The candlelight danced on her face, casting a heavy shadow.

After taking a few breaths, Jing Qiurong tiptoed to the desk, worried about scaring the father and daughter, and asked in a low voice, "Where did it come from?"

When she left, she had clearly said she was going to copy the calligraphy, so how could she have copied the will? She muttered to herself, her palms already sweating.

The two men, their backs to her, remained silent, but neither seemed startled by her sudden outburst. Only Jing Yi, upon hearing the noise, turned and shook his head at her, his eyes full of warning, before quickly turning back, his back as tense as a fully drawn bow.

The oil-paper roll, half a foot long and tinged with an aged, dark yellow hue, was untied by Jing Chunxi, her fingers trembling slightly. She unwrapped the oil-paper wrappings at both ends, and immediately caught a faint musty odor.

The rustling sound of the oil paper rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Jing Chunxi carefully unrolled the rolled-up layers of oil-paper, which rustled in her hands. After unrolling two layers in a row, her hands were shaking so badly that her knuckles were turning white before she even saw what was inside.

I looked up at my cheap dad standing next to me. Under the candlelight, I could see beads of sweat on his forehead. He must be extremely anxious too. I simply stuffed the rest into his hands and said, "Dad, come and see! It's rolled so tightly, it's scary."