The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 1002 Brocade Letter

"Yes." Ma Ji nodded.

"How do we find it? Where do we look?" Huang Jing knew he needed to find the statue of the immortal, but the key was where to start.

Meng Shisan frowned as he looked at the offering table in front of him: "If only we could find some relevant clues in this cave."

The horse was fast and silent.

Huang Jing also sighed: "This is difficult, this place is so empty... Huh?"

She noticed something odd about the side of the offering table that met the cave wall, and pointed to the spot where the edge of the table met the cave wall: "Don't you think this is strange?"

Meng Shisan and Ma Ji immediately looked in the direction Huang Jing pointed.

“It feels a bit sunken…” Meng Shisan said, raising her hand to push the offering table aside, revealing the cave wall that the offering table had been pressed against. After pushing it aside, she walked closer and reached out to touch it. “There’s something here.”

A hammer is fixed.

Ma Ji and Huang Jing had no objections. After the offering table was pushed aside, they also noticed the unusual indentation in the cave wall.

Ma said quickly, "I hadn't noticed this place before."

Huang Jing was overjoyed: "See? Bringing me along was useful after all!"

After confirming the exact location, Meng Shisan gathered demonic energy in her right hand. Once it was sufficiently gathered, she punched the strange cave wall.

Her punch made Huang Jing and Ma Ji's brows twitch.

Subsequently, the cave wall was dented, creating a small pit the size of a fist. The shattered sand and gravel fell down, revealing what was inside the pit.

“It looks like a piece of white silk…” Huang Jing said hesitantly.

As she spoke, Meng Shisan had already taken out the white silk from the small pit.

The white silk was folded several times. Meng Shisan unfolded it, spread the silk open with both hands, and saw the words on it.

The script was cursive, densely covering the entire sheet of white silk.

Huang Jing couldn't read cursive script; he couldn't make out one out of every three or five characters. So he asked, "What's written on this?"

"The brocade letter." Meng Shisan read through the white silk in a flash, quickly finishing the contents.

Ma Ji took the white silk and looked it over: "It is indeed true."

"What is 'Jin Zi Shu'?" Huang Jing didn't understand.

Meng Shisan said, "A love letter."

"Huh?" Huang Jing was stunned. "A love letter? Who wrote it to whom?"

"The signatory's name is 'Ayu,' and the first name is 'Xiao Chu,'" Meng Shisan replied, referring to the contents of the white silk. She hadn't yet figured out who was who, "This white silk is not like ordinary white silk."

The white silk was in Ma Ji's hands. When Meng Shisan spoke, he held it closer to look at it and then smelled it: "It smells a bit fishy."

"Smelly?" Huang Jing took the white silk from Ma Ji's hand, held it to his nose, and sniffed it hard. "It really does smell of it!"

Her tone was incredulous.

Ma Ji said quickly, "It seems so..."

Meng Shisan continued, "It smells fishy."

Upon hearing that it smelled fishy, ​​Huang Jing couldn't help but sniff it twice more, but she couldn't detect any fishy smell: "How did you know it smelled fishy?"

"The characters 'Ayu' at the end of the signature have a pearly sheen. That's from grinding fish scales into powder, mixing it into the ink, and then writing it out," Meng Shisan explained.

Ma Ji nodded quickly: "I guess it's the smell of fish, and I also smelled it from the words 'A Yu' (阿鱼) on the packaging."

Huang Jing held the white silk to her nose for the third time, this time focusing on the signature area. Finally, she detected a faint fishy smell and praised, "You're very observant, and your nose is incredibly sensitive. I wouldn't have noticed this." "The brocade letter and the fishy smell—let's investigate along these two clues." Meng Shisan thought that since she had suspected from the beginning that this matter involved demons, the fishy smell must also be related to a fish demon. "Ma Ji, where are the streams, rivers, and lakes on this mountain?"

Ma Ji was also thinking about this, and immediately replied, "The river we crossed on our way here is the only stream in this mountain range."

Upon hearing this, Meng Shisan carefully recalled whether she had noticed anything while riding on horseback when they crossed the river, and found that she hadn't: "Let's go and take another look."

"Okay." Ma quickly turned and walked out.

Meng Shisan followed.

Huang Jing, holding the white silk, followed: "Do you suspect that the source we're looking for is in that river?"

"Perhaps," Meng Shisan thought, but she wasn't entirely sure.

The three of them returned to the river they had crossed.

The river is not very wide, about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), with a slightly rotten, rough wooden bridge in the middle. Its length seems endless, extending to a high point on one side, from which the water flows down to a low point, and then to a cliff on the other side.

That cliff is the same cliff that Ma Ji mentioned passing by.

In short, the highest point of the river is at the peak of the mountain range, and the water flows down from the peak. The lowest point of the river is over cliffs and flows into deeper, more subterranean areas.

After clarifying the situation, Meng Shisan began assigning tasks: "A-Jing will go to the higher ground, Ma Ji will go to the lower ground, and I'll stay here and wait for you to return. Any questions?"

Huang Jingma quickly replied, "No problem."

Before they parted ways, Huang Jing wanted to confirm one more thing: "Yaoyao, do you really think it's a demon? A fish demon?"

"Do you have any other better ideas?" Meng Shisan asked instead of answering.

Ma Ji said to Huang Jing, "If Miss thinks it's possible, then it's highly likely. Let's hurry up and go, or it'll get dark soon."

Huang Jing retorted to Ma Ji, "You really are becoming more and more like that girl, Meijing."

Meng Meijing is right because her elder sister is right, and Ma Ji is right because his young mistress is right.

She turned to Meng Shisan and instructed him, "Don't go into the water. If you get cold, find a place nearby to shelter from the wind. We haven't done anything yet, just wait for us to come back with our spoils."

After the two of them walked, one going uphill and the other downhill, Meng Shisan couldn't help but think of Meng Meijing from Huang Jing's words.

Before we went out today, my younger sister wanted to go out with her, but she refused. Then she pouted and looked at her with a pitiful expression.

She turned and left.

As the eldest sister, there are some things she can tell Meng Meijing in great detail, but there are also some things that she cannot soften her heart and let Meng Meijing participate in, no matter how red-eyed and tearful Meng Meijing is.

Even at a young age, one still needs to maintain an innocent side.

When she grows up a bit more, Meng Meijing will understand the harsh realities of life on her own, without her having to go through it with her.

When Meng Meijing looks back at that time, she will realize how precious the relatively ideal world she sees today is.

Meng Shisan squatted down on the riverbank and dipped her hand into the river. The wetness made her feel the biting cold.

In fact, she didn't need Huang Jing's special instructions; she took good care of her frail body. However, when it was time to take action, she still had to do it herself.

There is always God's will in everything.

It's like that half-piece of green soil.

Another example is Meng Shisi, who exists in the fragments of her dreams.

The more I investigated, the clearer things became, but the more powerless I felt.

As he investigated step by step, Meng Shisan gradually came to understand.