Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage - Chapter 544

Chapter 544: Chapter 544: Bearing Humiliation and Burden, Being a Cat Again

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Upon hearing this, Rui’er immediately took the book and checked it carefully, frowning, “I have read this book a few times, but I didn’t find anything unusual. However, it is indeed a bit heavy.”

She flipped through the pages with a rustling sound, muttering to herself, “Why is it so heavy?”

Jiang Ning brought the lantern closer, making the pages translucent.

That’s when they discovered the clue.

It turned out that each page consisted of two layers, with what seemed to be another layer sandwiched between them.

Jiang Ning turned and asked, “Gucheng, do you have a knife?”

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Gucheng immediately handed her a small dagger.

“Miss, let this servant do it, don’t cut your hand.” Rui’er took the knife and carefully cut open a page, revealing the hidden layer in the middle, which could be pulled out.

She took a look, and it was a letter.

“Miss, look at this.” She hurriedly handed it to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning quickly scanned it: “It’s a letter written by that man to her.”

“Who is it?” Rui’er asked.

“It’s…” Jiang Ning looked at the end and shook her head, “There’s no signature.”

Rui’er opened several more pages in succession, gathered all the letters, sixteen in total, of varied lengths and without any signature.

Clearly, they were being cautious.

Denghua had gone to great lengths to hide these letters, which showed her dedication to that man.

Rui’er examined the letters for a while and said, “If we investigate based on the handwriting, we might be able to find the person. Miss, let’s give these letters to the Grand General, he must have a way.”

Jiang Ning took a few letters and said, “Let’s divide it in half. You take these to Uncle, and I’ll keep these for myself. Maybe there’s a chance to compare them.”

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“Seventh Miss always thinks ahead.” Rui’er carefully stowed away the letters in her bosom, glanced outside, and said, “Miss, I have to hurry and deliver these to the Grand General.”

“You go do your thing, and Gucheng and I will go back on our own.”

“Seventh Miss, be careful, there are many skilled people in the palace.” Rui’er warned, “If you need anything in the future, just send someone to find this servant.”

“I know, you be careful too.”

Jiang Ning looked at Gucheng.

Dawn was breaking.

To avoid being discovered, she once again had to endure the humiliation and be carried back like a cat.

Fortunately, the journey was uneventful.

The two Imperial Guards were still sleeping at the gate.

Back in her room, she spread the letters on the table and examined them carefully.

She had a feeling that these letters held the key to solving the mystery of who conspired against Concubine Jin.

Although she suspected that the owner of these letters was an Imperial Guard in the palace, there were thousands of guards who had access to the Harem. How could she go about investigating this?

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It would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Huang Ying brought in water and saw Jiang Ning deeply engrossed in something while still wearing her clothes from the previous night and couldn’t help but be surprised, “Master, did you not sleep all night?”

“Huang Ying, you came just in time. Get me something to eat.” Jiang Ning didn’t feel sleepy, just hungry.

Huang Ying quickly prepared some tea snacks and brought them over.

Jiang Ning continued to eat and stare at the letters.

She did not try to hide the letters from Huang Ying.

Out of the corner of her eye, Huang Ying caught a glimpse of the letters, and exclaimed, “Who wrote these letters to you, Miss? They look rather familiar. What do they say?”

Seeing the words filled with longing and suffering, she was shocked, “Which insolent servant dared to write such things to you?”

But Jiang Ning became excited, grabbing her, “You just said, the handwriting looks familiar?”

“Yes, it does remind me of someone’s…”

Huang Ying had also spent many years in the palace and knew more people than Jiang Ning.

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