I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times

Chapter 49 Burial Objects

Lingchu nodded, "According to the hexagrams, the reason Prince Jing's fortune has been low recently and has been stained with dirt is probably due to the influence of foreign objects. As for what it is, I have to check it before I can confirm it."

"Affected by foreign objects?" Princess Jing's expression changed. She had experienced countless house fights, and many thoughts flashed through her mind at that moment.

"Whatever needs to be done, Miss Ling, feel free to do it. If there is anything you need our help with, please let us know and we will try our best to cooperate with you."

Ling Chu was not surprised by Princess Jing's attitude.

Prince Jing is her only legitimate son, and will inherit Prince Jing's title in the future. Since Princess Jing has suspected that someone is plotting to kill her son, she must find out the truth of the matter.

 What Princess Jing could think of, Prince Jing naturally also thought of.

 He must have attached great importance to his only legitimate son.

At that moment, Prince Jing also had a lot of thoughts in his mind. His son was not the only Prince Jing, but he always paid attention to the distinction between direct descendants and concubines. Could anyone dare to ignore his words?

 Prince Jing and Concubine Jing are both human beings, and Prince Jing is not a fool either.

However, seeing his father, queen, mother and concubine present, he didn't say much. He just asked Ling Chu, "How to investigate and where to start?"

Ling Chu saw that Prince Jing and his wife had no objection, so he went directly and said, "Let's go to your dormitory first."

 “Let’s go, I’ll take you there.”

Prince Jing couldn't wait to find out what had caused him so much suffering recently. If he knew who was plotting to kill him, he would never make it easy for him.

Seeing Ling Chu walking out with Prince Jing, Ning Chuyi put down the tea cup in his hand and followed him slowly.

Lingchu turned around and glanced at him. Why was Mr. Ning so free today? He stayed in Prince Jing's Mansion for most of the day, but he didn't return to the Jinyiwei Yamen to handle official business.

Ning Chuyi saw the confusion in her eyes at a glance, took a few steps forward with her long legs, and walked side by side with them.

Then he said casually, "Today is a holiday."

 Oh, no wonder I’m free.

Seeing them all going to Prince Jing's bedroom together, Prince Jing and the princess followed them.

The bedroom of Prince Jing is not only spacious, but the furnishings inside are all of high quality. Almost everything in it was carefully selected by Princess Jing for her son.

Lingchu followed Prince Jing into the bedroom and looked at it carefully.

The cloud ceiling in the dormitory is carved with exquisite patterns, and huge luminous pearls are hung on a row of crystal jade stones beside the wall for lighting.

Lingchu's eyes scanned the furnishings in the room, and soon fell on the big bed in the room.

On the large sandalwood bed that is six to seven feet wide, there are ingenious patterns carved on it. A crocodile silk tent hangs beside the bed. On the tent, the exquisitely embroidered picture of a hundred butterflies picking flowers gently sways with the breeze. At first glance, Go, the butterfly seems to have come alive.

There is a pair of lotus pillows on the bed, and a brocade quilt of the same color embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, neatly stacked inside the bed.

Princess Jing frowned when she saw the pair of pillows and brocade quilt. They were not the ones she chose for her son.

Prince Jing followed the gazes of Ling Chu and Princess Jing, and his cheeks suddenly twitched.

His entire reputation was ruined by that female puppet Yu Xiuyue.

Lingchu didn't pay much attention to the brocade quilt on the bed. Her eyes were attracted by a pair of white jade tent hooks carved with two dragons playing with beads on the crocodile gauze tent.

"Miss Ling, is there something wrong with the tent hook?" Seeing Ling Chu staring at the tent hook, Princess Jing's heart moved and she immediately wanted to step forward and take it off.

Ling Chu's heart tightened and he quickly spoke to stop her, "Princess, don't move."

Princess Jing was puzzled. It was just a pair of tent hooks. Why was Miss Ling so nervous? "If I read it correctly, this pair of account hooks should be buried as a burial object, and they were unearthed no more than three months ago. The most important thing is that there is a sense of resentment on this account hook."

Princess Jing has a distinguished status. If she was contaminated, Ling Chu would have to work hard to help her get rid of her resentment.

“Prince Jing must have been using this tent hook for some time.”

Princess Jing's expression changed. She didn't expect that her son's bedroom would contain such unlucky things.

“Jing’er, where did this pair of tent hooks come from?”

Prince Jing frowned and thought for a while before he said uncertainly, "This thing has been hanging in my bedroom for about a month. As for where it came from, I don't know."

As a prince, there are dedicated maids and servants to take care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation around him. How does he know where this thing comes from.

 I can remember that this tent hook was used for about a month, because he has a good memory and the tent hook is exquisitely carved. When he found it, he took a look at it several times.

Although this white jade tent hook was special, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, as the only legitimate son of Prince Jing, he had seen countless good things since he was a child, but he didn't expect that this was a burial object that had just been unearthed.

Princess Jing wanted to immediately call the maids and servants who were serving in Prince Jing’s yard for questioning, but she was stopped by Prince Jing.

"Don't worry, let Miss Ling check it out to see if there is anything else wrong. After checking it out, I will deal with it together."

Seeing that Prince Jing had no intention of protecting the person behind his back, Princess Jing felt better.

 Ling Chu didn’t want to know the origin of this thing. She took out a pair of special gloves and put them on, stepped forward and unhooked the account, asked Chang An to find a box for her, put it in, and then put an exorcism charm on it.

In Prince Jing's bedroom, except for the account hook, there was nothing wrong with anything else.

 But there is it in his little study.

As the only legitimate son of Prince Jing, Prince Jing was taught by his tutor in the study room with several princes when he was a child. However, he was naughty and did not like reading. He always loved to make trouble in class and was often punished and criticized by his tutor.

Although he no longer has to study with the Grand Tutor, Prince Jing's study is still full of everything he should have.

Ling Chu used his magic to take a look and found something wrong.

Seeing Ling Chu take out his favorite brush with a handkerchief as a cushion, Prince Jing's brows were almost furrowed.

 “What’s wrong with this?”

"This writing brush, like the tent hook, is a burial object, and there are dead people's finger bones hidden in the pen, and the hair is caught in the brush. The resentment on this piece is more powerful than that on the tent hook."

Ling Chu glanced at Prince Jing sympathetically. Fortunately, he was of royal blood and protected by dragon energy, otherwise he would have been killed by these two things.

If it weren't for the resentment of these two burial objects, he wouldn't have been so easily approached by the ghosts of Li Lingmu and Yu Xiuyue.

Prince Jing's face turned ugly, "This is..."

Seeing that he was about to tell the origin of the brush, Ling Chu interrupted him first, "My lord and princess, except for the tent hook and this brush, everything else in the prince's yard is fine.

I stayed out for a long time today. My parents should be worried. Ling Chu will come back another day to visit the prince and princess. "

Today is the annual Dragon Boat Festival. I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival.

Babies, are you all on holiday?

Are the rice dumplings you eat during the Dragon Boat Festival sweet or salty? Have you ever gone to see a dragon boat race?

 (End of this chapter)