Chapter 49 Burial Objects

Ling Chu nodded, "According to the hexagrams, the reason Prince Jing's fortune has been low recently and he has been stained with dirt is probably because he was affected by foreign objects. As for what it is, I have to check it before I can be sure."

"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.

Whatever Princess Jing could think of, Prince Jing naturally thought of it too.

He definitely valued his only legitimate son.

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

Prince Jing and Princess Jin 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 anything more. 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.

Ling Chu turned around and glanced at him, wondering why Mr. Ning was so free today. He stayed in Prince Jing's Mansion for most of the day, but he never returned 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 also followed.

Prince Jing's bedroom 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.

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

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

Ling Chu glanced at the furnishings in the room and quickly 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 in the breeze. At first glance, Go, the butterfly seems to have come alive.

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

Princess Jing frowned when she saw the pair of pillows and brocade quilt. They were not the ones she had chosen 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 chilongs playing with pearls on the crocodile silk 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'm not mistaken, this pair of account hooks should be buried as funerary objects, and they were unearthed no more than three months ago. The most important thing is that there is a sense of resentment on these account hooks."

Princess Jing has a distinguished status. If she is contaminated, Ling Chu will 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 dormitory would contain such unlucky things.

"Jing'er, where did this hook come from?"

Prince Jing frowned, thought for a while, and then said uncertainly, "This thing has been hanging in my dormitory 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. He doesn't know where this thing comes from.

He could remember that the tent hook had been used for about a month because he had a good memory and because the tent hook was beautifully carved. When he discovered 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 courtyard for questioning, but Prince Jing stopped her.

"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 her, 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.

Except for the account hook, everything else in Prince Jing's bedroom was fine.

But there are some in his little study.

As the only legitimate son of Prince Jing, Prince Jing was taught by the tutor in the upper study room with several princes when he was young, but he was naughty and didn't like to study. He always made trouble in class and was often punished and criticized by the tutor.

Although he doesn't need to study with the tutor now, Prince Jing's study has everything he needs.

Ling Chu used magic to find something wrong.

Seeing Ling Chu use a handkerchief to pad and pull out his favorite brush, Prince Jing's brows were almost furrowed.

"What's wrong with this brush?"

"This brush, like the tent hook, is a burial object, and the finger bones of the dead are hidden in the pen tube, and the hair is clamped in the brush hair. The resentment of this brush is more serious than that on the tent hook."

Ling Chu looked at Prince Jing with sympathy. Fortunately, he was of royal blood and had dragon energy to protect him, 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 be so easily approached by the puppet souls of Li Lingmu and Yu Xiuyue.

Prince Jing looked unhappy, "This brush is..."

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

I stayed outside for a long time today, and my parents must be worried. Ling Chu will come to see the prince and princess another day."

Today is the annual Dragon Boat Festival again, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival.

Babies, are you all on vacation?

Did you eat sweet or salty rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival? Did you go to watch the dragon boat race?