Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 415: A Jin’s Personal Letter
Yin Luo's continuous questions made Chi Linjing retract his foot that had just stepped towards the window platform on the mountain edge. He walked back to the crystal coffin and looked carefully at the eldest princess's body.

She was wearing a gorgeous dress made of emerald cloud and pearl gauze, embroidered with phoenixes, and a light pink outer shirt. Her waist was cinched in, and she did not look flat or swollen, but her chest was slightly sunken.

The man in green robe glanced at her mouth and could see some dark red blood clots between her tightly pursed lips.

"The heart was shattered." He did not change his guess and explained to Yin Luo: "She vomited blood before she died, but her eyes, nose and ears were fine, so she must not have been poisoned. The strange concave state of her chest must have been caused by external force. There were no signs of struggle on the body, which means she was defenseless against the person who killed her. These are the only things we can infer without opening the coffin for an autopsy."

Yin Luo nodded. She could also see that the left side of the princess' chest was lower than the right side.

She did not respond to Chi Linjing's words immediately, but stared at the white true energy in a trance.

At the mouth of the Cuizhou River, she and Ming Zhidu fought in the octagonal pavilion. The true energy flowing in the coffin was about 80% similar to the one that Ming Zhidu used with his sleeve dagger. Both were mellow but ethereal in color, tending towards grayish white.

"This true energy looks like that of Yuanjin Wang Mingzhidu."

"I guessed it," Chi Linjing said calmly, "There are only a few crystal coffins of good quality in Daliang. Mingzhidu was granted the title of vassal of the East China Sea. Yu County in the north of Chuanshan is rich in white feather crystals, which are famous for their ice cracking and freezing cold, and can keep corpses from rotting. Since the princess had a close relationship with King Yuanjin during her lifetime, all this makes sense."

Yin Luo still felt something was not right. "So, the crystal coffin and the true qi belong to Prince Yuanjin. He wanted to protect the eldest princess' body. The true qi that sealed the door outside the courtyard was also his? But don't you think it's strange? He is such a cruel and disgusting person, why would he go to so much trouble to protect the body of Emperor Chongwen's eldest daughter? Don't forget, when he killed his confidant Meng Zaishi, he didn't even blink an eye."

Chi Linjing looked at her, "Because he was not the one who killed the princess. In other words, maybe he didn't want the princess to die."

"Are you kidding?" Yin Luo disagreed with Chi Linjing's point of view. She had a very deep evil filter for Ming Zhidu. "Rather than saying that Ming Zhidu didn't want the eldest princess to die, it's better to say that he has a use for the eldest princess' body. Maybe he is waiting to move the eldest princess' body in front of Emperor Chongwen one day, and then withdraw his true energy, so that Emperor Chongwen can watch his eldest daughter's body rot, and use this to deal a heavy blow to Emperor Chongwen! He knows how to kill people and destroy their hearts the best."

"It doesn't seem like that." Chi Linjing raised her chin and pointed to the wooden cabinet next to Yin Luowang. "In it are the letters she exchanged with Ming Zhidu when she was alive. If you open them and take a look, you won't think Ming Zhidu has any bad intentions towards her."

Yin Luo did as she was told, but when she opened the drawer, she was stunned.

The square drawer was about half a meter long, with yellowed letter papers piled up into a small mountain, and the cover was written with the four words "Ajin's personal letter".

She frowned in surprise and slowly took out one of the letters. Before reading it, she looked back at Chi Linjing, "Have you finished reading it?"

"I only read a few of them. They were all about trivial matters. There were no clues. For example, the pears in the East China Sea were ripe, someone sang out of tune in an opera, and a huge turtle was fished out in Baihe Town, etc." Chi Linjing said subtly, "I counted more than a hundred letters. The first one was in late spring thirteen years ago when Ming Zhidu first arrived in the East China Sea, and the last one was in early autumn five years ago. On average, the princess and Ming Zhidu exchanged letters every month. Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that under the arrogant and hypocritical face of the traitor Yuan Jin Wang, who is now hated by everyone in Shangjing, there is actually a soul who loves to share trivial things."

Yin Luo's fingers gradually stiffened. She simply couldn't connect this letter with the impression of Prince Yuan Jin. The words were clear and elegant - "Ajin, it's like meeting you in person. I'm really bored staying in the East China Sea. I really want to eat the hawthorn cakes in Jingting Xianlou, but unfortunately I can't go back. Thinking back to the time when you and I secretly bribed the laundry maid to sneak out of the palace and walk around the streets when we were children. You drooled when you smelled the aroma of the hawthorn cakes. I coaxed the laundry maid to pawn her exquisite earrings to buy four pieces. Before I could reach out to take them, you swallowed them all and complained that the hawthorn cakes had no taste. How could they taste good when you ate so fast?
The hawthorns from the East China Sea are too sour. I asked someone to make some pot cakes for me, but they were so unpalatable that I wanted to kill the cook.

I heard from Meng Zaishi that there is a huge sea of ​​lily of the valley flowers on Chuanshan Mountain, which will be in full bloom in half a month. Why don't you find another opportunity to sneak out of the palace and I'll take you to see them, but I have a small request. Can you bring me some fresh hawthorn cakes?"

Yin Luo read it with difficulty, put the letter away politely, and said, "Is this really written by Ming Zhidu himself?"

Chi Linjing shrugged without comment, "I received a letter from him, and his handwriting is indeed like this."

Yin Luo unfolded another letter, this one was even more childish.

"Ah Jin, nice to meet you. Meng Zaishi really pissed me off. I wanted to kick him into the moat and make him a water ghost. There was a martial arts competition to recruit a bride in Dongting recently, and the gossipy matchmaker spread the word that the girl was so beautiful that she looked like Chang'e from the moon. Yesterday, he said mysteriously that he wanted to go and take a look, and I agreed. I thought he was just going to take a look, but who knows!

He brought the girl to my house without saying a word, and even asked me to take a look and tell her that if I liked her, she would stay?

What have I become? Am I the first prince of Daliang who forcibly seized a commoner woman? Don't talk nonsense to him anymore. Although I have reached adulthood, I don't want to take a concubine. Keeping a woman who is not very happy in the house will make a lot of noise every day.

I even made up a lame excuse for this, saying that I was impressed by the girl's textile skills and invited her to come to our house to make clothes. The girl's family said they were honored, but they looked at me as if I were a pervert!
It’s all Meng Zaishi’s fault!

I asked the girl to weave some satin cloth, and I will send it to Wanli Mountain for you tomorrow. You can keep it to make a few new skirts."

Yin Luo couldn't bear to read on any longer. These two short letters completely overturned her memory of Ming Zhidu. She took a deep breath, put these letters that were written purely out of idleness into a safe place, and stood up to press her temples.

"Is there any other usable information in this room?"

"I don't know. It was almost night when I came, so I didn't search thoroughly." Chi Linjing looked around the room again, "You don't have to be surprised by the content of the letter. Isn't it said that Ming Zhidu is the youngest son of the late emperor, only two years older than the princess? They must have been very good playmates in their childhood."

Yin Luo snorted twice, "Doesn't the princess know that he wants to seize power and usurp the throne and kill Emperor Chongwen?"

"Who knows? At least Ming Zhidu never mentioned anything about the imperial power's calculations in these letters."