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All the way into the cave, Prince Jing insisted on guarding the front. His broad back was stretched straight, and every step he took was extremely steady, as if he wanted to keep all the unknown dangers ahead away from himself.

Jing Chunxi and the Emperor walked in the middle. The Emperor unconsciously clenched his sleeves and breathed slowly. Only Jing Chunxi walked calmly, her expression free of any panic. She knew perfectly well that if there was even the slightest danger hidden within the cave, Prince Hong and her father would never allow them to take a single step.

The old Zongzheng was trembling at the back, his gray hair and beard shaking slightly in the dim light, but his cloudy eyes were trying to stay open, alertly paying attention to the movements above his head.

As expected, there were no twists and turns. The cave passage was surprisingly straight, almost a straight line leading to the end. The stone walls on both sides were rough and ancient, but the road underfoot was remarkably smooth. In just a few moments, everyone had reached the end of the passage and arrived directly in front of the natural stone wall.

"A letter from the Emperor's son Ding Liang himself! Anyone who disobeys will be put to death!" Two lines of large characters written in gold powder gleamed brightly under the illumination of the ever-burning candlesticks on both sides of the stone wall. The light was sharp and cold, stinging people's eyes and revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"This is the handwriting of the retired emperor!" Prince Jing exclaimed, his voice slightly changed with excitement.

"It was really written by the retired emperor himself!" The old abbot shouted almost at the same time, his old voice trembling with disbelief.

Before he finished speaking, Prince Jing and the old Zongzheng knelt down with a thud, banging their foreheads heavily on the cold, hard ground, performing the most solemn ceremony of three kowtows and six bows.

Emperor Wu of Yan did not kneel down immediately. He stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed on the two lines of golden characters. His initial disbelief gradually turned into deep shock, as if he could see the face of the writer through the pen.

After a long time, he slowly bent his noble knees, his movements slow and heavy, until his knees completely touched the ground, the cold chill came through the clothes, and he finally couldn't hold it back, tears burst out and streaked across his face.

Choking back sobs, he called out clearly in a tearful voice, "Father! My son...my son has finally regained the throne."

Jing Chunxi didn't kneel. Her gaze passed over the two striking lines of golden characters and carefully examined the stone wall itself. It was a single, massive piece of raw stone, its texture dense and tight, with no trace of artificial carving or splicing. It was so densely embedded in the huge rocks of the mountain, as if it had been there naturally.

No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find a single crack in the stone wall, not even the tiniest trace of a possible crack.

It was on the right side of the stone wall, on a slightly protruding rock, that Jing Chunxi found her target - it was the palm print that her father had specially reminded her in a low voice just now outside, asking her to pay attention to it.

It was a dent deliberately carved into the stone, its lines clear and deep. Jing Chunxi subconsciously extended her palm and pressed gently, but her fingertips couldn't reach the edge of the mark, and her palm couldn't completely cover the outline of the dent.

Only then did she realize that the mark was much larger than her palm, and was clearly carved according to the size of an adult man's palm.

"Your Majesty," she turned, gently but firmly helping the emperor, who was still kneeling on the ground with tears still on his face, to his feet. She pointed to the special handprint, "This must be the mechanism that unlocks it. It must be your hand that can unlock it."

The emperor raised his hand as instructed and slowly placed it on the stone handprint. His palm fit the indentation perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for him.

But he didn't press it down immediately. Instead, he hesitated for a long time before turning around and commanding in a tone mixed with excitement and solemnity: "Now you believe it, right? Go out quickly and let them two come in."

He knew that even though he had regained the throne, some officials still secretly doubted the authenticity of the edict. But after this incident, no more doubts would arise.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the old abbot replied, his voice still trembling. He held onto the cold, damp wall, trying to steady himself, but his steps were still unsteady. Prince Jing, observing this, quickly stepped forward, carefully taking his arm, and guiding him step by step out of the cave.

"Chunxi!" The emperor turned to look at Jing Chunxi standing beside him. Suddenly, a mixture of shame and helplessness washed over him, causing him to blurt out, "What virtue and ability have I possessed to deserve such a thing from my father?"

After saying this, he raised his hands and very gently stroked the retired emperor's handwriting on the stone wall over and over again. His movements were cautious, full of awe and nostalgia, as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world.

"Because the emperor cares about the people and has an open mind, the emperor emeritus has long seen through everything, which is why he passed the throne to you." Jing Chunxi's words were not compliments, but the truth that came from the heart.

Since the emperor ascended the throne, he has been working day and night, and everything he has done is for the well-being of the people, for the stability of the country, and for the longevity of the Daqing Dynasty.

She saw all of this clearly, all the civil and military officials in the court saw it clearly, and the people of the world would also see it clearly.

"I..." The emperor covered his face, tears falling from his fingers, his voice muffled, "I am a little afraid to open this vault. If I squander the money carefully saved by the retired emperor, it would be extremely unfilial."

Jing Chunxi tilted her head slightly, unable to bear the sight of the emperor's vulnerability. But she took a deep breath and spoke in a clear, rational voice, "The Emperor Emeritus has good intentions and specifically requested that the Emperor personally open it. Naturally, he believes that only by handing it over to the Emperor, who will decide how to use it, can he be most assured.

It is also possible that the former Imperial Astronomical Observatory, or some imperial teacher with insight into the mysteries of heaven, had already calculated that the Daqing court would suffer such a disaster, so they specially stockpiled these and left them to the emperor to save the people of the world from dire straits.

If the Emperor fails to use his power when necessary, and instead clings to his position, missing the best opportunity to save the situation, then he would truly betray the Emperor's kindness, and that would be... a truly unfilial act."

After Prince Hong, Xu Dingchun, and several officials from the Ministry of Revenue stood in front of the stone wall, the emperor calmed himself down and put his right palm back to the groove and pressed it down hard.

As the stone wall slowly opened, rows of fine steel racks appeared before everyone. Each rack was three-tiered, occupying half of the basement, which was several acres in size. Each tier was stacked with five layers of gold and five layers of silver ingots, a dazzling sight. The other half of the basement was also not empty, as it was also filled with piles of glittering gold sand.

"Your Majesty, now that we have the funds for the canal construction, we can send people to the countries of Nangan on the southern border to exchange for food!" The Minister of Revenue smiled happily, feeling that he could finally sleep peacefully.