Seeing that the fire was about to reach Shen Yijia, Song Jingchen subconsciously reached out and slapped it to the ground.
Shen Yijia was shocked and watched as the box was burnt to ashes.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, Song Jingchen grabbed her hand. Shen Yijia felt a little guilty and wanted to pull her hand back.
Song Jingchen clenched his fists tightly. After confirming that her hand was not injured, he heaved a sigh of relief and said solemnly, “How can you be so rash?”
Shen Yijia shrank back and blushed. How did she know that the box would burn so easily?
Seeing that she still didn’t recognize her mistake, Song Jingchen felt helpless and wanted to lecture her further.
Shen Yijia suddenly exclaimed, “There’s something inside.”
Song Jingchen’s thoughts were interrupted. He looked in the direction she was pointing at and saw that the box had been burned to ashes, leaving behind a black circular object.
This time, Shen Yijia did not dare to be rash. She took a handkerchief and wrapped it up. After wiping it, she revealed its original color. It was a hollow iron tube. It should have been sealed with wax, but the wax was burned away along with the box.
She took an item out of the tube. When she opened it, they saw that it was a palm-sized sheepskin with strange patterns on it. The two of them looked at each other.
Shen Yijia couldn’t understand it. She handed it to Song Jingchen and asked, “What’s this?”
“It should be a map,” Song Jingchen said in a low voice. This map was drawn on the sheepskin. The person who made it must have done it to prevent it from rotting.
According to Shen Yijia, this was left behind by her biological mother, Madam Wang. However, the Wang family was only a merchant. How could they have such a thing?
“Could it be a treasure map?” Shen Yijia’s eyes lit up. Wasn’t the original host’s mother’s family a merchant? She must be very rich. The two elders of the Wang family were worried that Shen Pingxiu was an ingrate, so it was normal for them to hide the money for their descendants.
In her dream, Shen Pingxiu kept asking Madam Wang where the items were. At first, Shen Yijia did not understand. Now that she connected the dots, she felt that she knew the truth.
However, why did Shen Pingxiu suddenly think of this box when he had never suspected it before?
The more Shen Yijia thought about it, the more confused she became.
Song Jingchen frowned and didn’t comment on Shen Yijia’s guess. “Perhaps.”
“Then where does this map guide us to?”
Song Jingchen’s gaze darkened. After a long time, he said, “Qilin Mountain.”
What he did not say was that the private army happened to be hiding in the Qilin Mountain.
The Liang County where the Qilin Mountain was located was adjacent to Xunyang, where the disinherited crown prince, Shangguan Han, was located.
According to the time, there should be news from Uncle Yang soon.
“Is it far?” Shen Yijia asked curiously, not noticing that Song Jingchen’s thoughts had long drifted away.
She felt that the most important thing for her was not to learn how to write, but to understand the geography of the Great Xia Kingdom. Otherwise, she would not know how to go out and play one day.
Song Jingchen glanced at her and thought for a moment before saying honestly, “Yes, it’s very far, across the entire Great Xia Kingdom.”
Hearing that it was so far away, Shen Yijia lost interest in it. On the way from the capital, she had already experienced what a long journey was like. She did not want to try it again.
She stuffed everything into Song Jingchen’s arms. “Keep this. It’s useless to me. Anyway, you can’t let that old thief Shen Pingxiu take it.”
Shen Pingxiu wanted it, but she refused to give it to him. It was best if she could anger him to death, so she wouldn’t even need to dirty her hands.
With that, she went to the bed and crawled under the blanket.
