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"Did the Emperor himself lead his troops in battle and draw maps?" Jing Qiurong's words broke the silence. She leaned in closer to take a closer look. The pearl hairpin in her hair swayed slightly with her movements, casting tiny shadows on the paper.

Her words almost made the father and daughter laugh out loud, and the tense atmosphere instantly eased a lot. Jing Chunxi's mouth curled up slightly, revealing his first genuine smile of the day.

"Xi'er, take a good look, is this picture in Daqing Mountain?" After Jing Yi finished laughing, he regained his composure.

He reasoned, "Since it wasn't a will, the pattern must be related to the Daqing Mountains. Since the Rain Shelter was built by the Emperor Emeritus, the secret must lie within the Daqing Mountains." As he spoke, he tapped a spot on the blueprint, his nail making a slight clicking sound as it touched the paper.

"Could the 'materials' brought by the Jiangnan businessman be buried in the Daqing Mountains?" Jing Chunxi also thought of this and couldn't help but ask. Her eyes lit up with a sudden flash of inspiration, like stars suddenly lit up in the night sky.

In this case, the materials may not all be bricks, sand and stones. Could they be gold, silver and treasures?

Thinking of this, Jing Chunxi did not feel happy.

If the Emperor had merely buried gold, silver, and treasures, she had plenty of such mundane items in her space. If Prince Yan or Brother Xiaokang needed them, she could simply give them to them. There was no need to rush to search or dig.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, revealing a hint of disappointment.

"It's possible the will was buried with the treasure." Jing Yi's words were like a stone dropped into a calm lake. Jing Chunxi shuddered again, a shiver running down his back, and hope rekindled in his heart.

But after thinking about it, she shook her head, her voice trembling slightly with hesitation: "Xier thinks it's impossible."

If that were the case, if no one had discovered the pattern in the Tao Mansion's basement, and she hadn't noticed the couplet, then wouldn't the will be buried in the mountains, never to be seen? This thought made her feel an inexplicable panic.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" she repeated with great insistence, her voice unconsciously rising. Her chest rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, and her small figure cast a shadow in the candlelight.

"Xi'er, calm down!" Jing Yi reached out and pressed Jing Chunxi's shoulder, feeling the slight trembling of her body.

"We have to take things one step at a time. This picture is hidden so deeply, and it's so difficult for us to find it. Let's solve its mystery first." His voice was steady and powerful, like a soothing medicine.

After saying this, Jing Yi looked back at the picture. His gaze became focused and sharp, as if he wanted to see through all the secrets hidden behind the paper.

The air in the room seemed to have frozen, leaving only the light breathing sounds of the three people and the subtle sound of the burning candles.

Jing Yi's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Jing Chunxi's heart. She tried hard to force herself to calm down, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress those chaotic thoughts.

She looked at the painting carefully, her eyes moving back and forth between the simple lines, trying to find a clue.

"Is it still Daqing Mountain?" she whispered to herself, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. The scribbled lines in the distance looked like hastily sketched mountain ridges, looming on the yellowed paper, as if telling an ancient story.

Jing Chunxi narrowed her eyes and tried hard to make out familiar shapes from the rough brushstrokes, but the lines were too casual, leaving her doubtful and hesitant to make any conclusions.

"The most likely candidate is Daqingshan, so let's just treat it as Daqingshan!"

The previous picture clearly depicts the entire picture of Daqing Mountain, but the one in front of me blurs the mountain scenery into a few random ink marks, as if the painter intentionally draws the viewer's attention to the scenery at the foot of the mountain.

This deliberate white space makes the three people's eyes focus on the lower center of the picture, where more important information seems to be hidden.

"A circle here, another circle there—what does this mean?" Jing Qiurong was the first to break the silence, her voice tinged with confusion and curiosity. Her slender fingers hovered above the paper, afraid to touch the age-old ink marks, fearing they would destroy the painting's mystique.

The lower half of the pattern was still very simple, giving the impression of a child's scribbling. Jing Chunxi followed her pointing direction and discovered that those seemingly random circles were dotted with ink dots of varying sizes, the largest no larger than a fingernail. Their arrangement was completely random, yet they stood out prominently within the overall painting.

These mysterious symbols made her even more confused, and her brows unconsciously furrowed, as if two crescent moons were hanging between her eyebrows.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sudden knock on the door was like a thunderclap exploding in the quiet study. The three of them shuddered at the same time, their bodies instantly tensed, and they were all startled by the sudden sound.

Jing Yi was the first to come to his senses and realize that he was in his own home. He stretched his shoulders, which had become stiff from sitting for so long, and deliberately raised his voice to ask, "Who is it?"

"Why is Daddy hiding in the study? Where are Sister and Mom? I'm starving." Pu Ge'er's childish voice came through the door, accompanied by another round of rapid knocks. The impatient tone filled with childish complaints instantly eased the tense atmosphere.

"It's all here!" Jing Qiurong walked quickly to the door and nimbly unlatched it. Jing Yi raised his hand as if to stop him, but in the end he just sighed and said softly, "Let him in."

As soon as the door opened, Pu Ge'er rushed in like a gust of wind. There were a few ink stains on his moon-white scholar's uniform, obviously he had been naughty in the school again.

"Why aren't you eating?" he muttered as he approached the desk curiously.

When he saw the spread-out paper, his eyes lit up: "Studying couplets again?"

But when he saw that it was not words but a pattern, he immediately widened his eyes in surprise: "Why is it a picture of our Qingshan Villa? What does it have to do with couplets?" The child's mind was full of couplets, and he even talked about them every other sentence. It was obvious that he had thought about this a lot in school today.

"Pu Ge'er thinks this is Qingshan Villa?" Jing Chunxi was secretly amused by his brother's persistence, but Jing Yi keenly grasped the key point. He leaned over to Pu Ge'er, pointed at the drawing paper and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Isn't that Qingshan Villa you're painting? It's exactly what it is!" Pu Ge'er confidently explained, pointing to the picture. "Isn't the highest point of Daqing Mountain right next to our Qingshan Villa? Look at this line, it's clearly the main road into the villa."

His finger moved along a winding ink line and pointed to a larger circle on the other side. "There is another manor here. It should be Qingshuihe Manor, right?" After saying this, he raised his chin proudly, with an expression that said "Don't try to fool me", just like a little adult.