Chapter 210 Princess Funing
Xia Kingdom.

Inside the grand and ancient Taoist temple.

A young man in a black dragon robe was playing chess with a Taoist in purple.

The Taoist's hair and beard were all white, but his face was rosy and there was not a single wrinkle on his face.

At this time, a little Taoist boy hurried into the hall and bowed to the two of them in panic.

"Lord, Master, that purple gold tripod...exploded."

The Taoist in purple stood up quickly, not caring about Zhuge Jinyu opposite him, and walked out of the hall quickly.

Zhuge Jinyu lowered his eyes and did not follow.

Taoist Zijun has done enough to steal Dayu's fortune for Xia Kingdom over the years. Today's Dayu looks strong on the surface, but it is actually rotten on the inside. He only needs to give a slight push and the building will collapse.

When the destined person marries to Xia Kingdom, Xia Kingdom will surely unify the world.

And on the other side is the top floor of the Zhaixing Building.

Taoist Zijun quickly made hand gestures with his hands. As he moved, wrinkles slowly appeared at the corners of his eyes and his body gradually became hunched.

"Impossible... Impossible... How is it possible..." he muttered.

Although he was destined to die, God gave him a chance to turn things around. However, it was because of this chance that Zhuge Jinyu missed the opportunity that should have belonged to him.

And this opportunity happened to affect his great cause.

The purple gold tripod exploded, and Taoist Zijun could no longer transform Dayu's national fortune into Xia's national fortune.

Could it be that he really couldn't fight against the so-called destiny?

He put down his hand dejectedly and sat down on the stone steps.

The little Taoist boy stood by and dared not say a word.

After a long time, footsteps were heard behind him, followed by Zhuge Jinyu's gentle voice.

"Godfather, you have done enough for Jinyu." He sighed softly, and then raised his voice slightly, "Godfather, please believe in Jinyu."

Taoist Zijun smiled bitterly in silence.

He is just a young boy, what does he know?
But he did not argue with the young king. He stood up and said in a deep voice, "I want to go to Dayu and meet the so-called man of destiny in person."

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Yun Ya was lying on the bed, with the child she had given birth to with great difficulty beside her.

Lan Ya, who had recovered and was full of energy, sat on the stool opposite and was given acupuncture by Yu Chun'er, who had inherited the true skills of Doctor Xu.

After seeing the abilities of the three young doctors, the old woman agreed without hesitation to let them treat Lan Ya.

Perhaps it was because the old woman knew Lan Ya's situation too well. She had clearly felt something different about Lan Ya in the past five days.

But the nobles had important matters to attend to and would not stay here for long. For the sake of her newborn grandson, the old woman gritted her teeth and turned to leave the house.

Returning to her room, the old woman reached under the bed and groped for a while, finally touching the brick.

He took out a stone brick, took out a wooden box from the hole, hid the box in his arms, and went to the yard opposite.

Pan Yingying also planned to leave in the next two days. They had other things to do and it would be inappropriate for them to stay in Lishu Bay all the time.

Honglian spoke softly outside the tent, "Miss, the mother-in-law wants to see you."

Pan Yingying waved her hand, put the things that shouldn't appear in this dynasty into the space, and asked Honglian to invite the people in.

The old woman lowered her head and looked submissive, without looking around. As soon as she came in, she bowed to her properly.

Pan Yingying did not stop her. She waved at Honglian and motioned her to go out first.

The mother-in-law probably guessed that they were going to leave and came to ask for something. If she stopped them, the mother-in-law would not be able to say it out loud. When Honglian left the tent, the mother-in-law raised her eyes cautiously and saw the golden hairpin on Pan Yingying's head.

The thin gold hairpin had no pattern, only a small ruby ​​on the top.

She swallowed, took out the small box from her bosom and opened it.

"Miss, I wonder where the hairpin on your head came from?" She lowered her voice and her tone was very serious.

Pan Yingying looked at the golden hairpin in the wooden box, which was exactly the same as the one on her head, and was silent.

"This was given to me by my mother-in-law." She thought, since her mother-in-law had taken the lead in opening the wooden box and telling her everything, she had nothing to hide and told her directly the origin of the gold hairpin.

The old woman's face showed a rare aftertaste of smile, "This root of mine was the betrothal gift given by the child's father."

Pan Yingying thought carefully and thought that the hair on his head seemed to be the betrothal gift that Old Man Yu gave to Old Wang?

The old woman carefully took out the golden hairpin and put it aside, then took out a thin piece of yellow silk from the box. The silk was covered with densely packed small red characters, which looked quite strange.

Pan Yingying didn't say anything, but the old woman didn't care and told her family's affairs in a low voice.

Her husband's surname is Yu. It is said that the old man was the commander of the guards of Princess Funing. After the princess got into trouble, they protected the young lady and escaped. The old man was stranded in Lishu Bay due to his serious injuries.

The wet nurse took the young master back to her hometown, and left a golden hairpin and silk before leaving, telling him that if someone carried the other golden hairpin in the future, they must be the young master's descendant.

The mother-in-law's husband kept this secret for a lifetime and only told her before he died. In order to ensure the survival of the Yu family, today she wants to use this secret to exchange for the survival of her family.

After hearing the secret, Pan Yingying said: …

So Yu Chaosheng is most likely not some country bumpkin, but a descendant of Princess Funing of the previous dynasty?
"What does mother-in-law want?" Pan Yingying glanced at the silk with an indifferent look, and nothing could be heard from her tone.

The old woman pursed her lips, as if she had finally made up her mind, "I, I want a quiet courtyard in Suzhou City, and 100 taels of silver."

Yun Ya is good at making sesame cakes. When the time comes, she can set up a small stall and Lan Ya can help her. With the 100 taels of silver, the family can work together and raise her grandson safely.

Pan Yingying nodded, "Then you can come with us. We will set out tomorrow morning and make arrangements for you when we get to Suzhou."

The old woman bowed again with tears in her eyes and respectfully placed the wooden box on the table beside her.

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Not long after the old woman left, Yu Chaosheng came running in like a gust of wind with his tyrant face.

Pan Yingying was holding a piece of silk and reading it, but she found that she couldn't understand the words on it at all.

Yu Chaosheng drank a glass of water, and then poured half a basin of water into Batian's basin. He looked up and saw what Pan Yingying was holding, and asked in confusion, "You can actually read the Da Qi language?"

Pan Yingying: ???

"Is this Da Qiwen?"

Yu Chaosheng said, "Hmm," "Don't you know?"

Pan Yingying was confused. What did she know?

Yu Chaosheng walked over, took the silk from her hand, spread it on the table, and read to her word by word.

"My son asked me personally, I don't know..."

As he was reciting, the confused person became Yu Chaosheng.

"What's going on? Where did you get this thing?" Yu Chaosheng's eyes were burning and surprisingly bright.

The content written on this silk seems to be a suicide note written by a mother to her son, but it is actually a will.

Da Qi has a whole treasury and half of the good things in the grassland royal court.

Princess Funing, is she so awesome?
Old Yu: Please don’t call me a country bumpkin anymore. Please call me a royal relative. Thank you!