The Three-Life Stone

Xia Jin squeezed the silver in her hand and felt complacent when she thought of the house deed placed under Bei Mingmo's pillow.

Bei Ming Mo, I'm giving you this yard as collateral, so it's not like I'm taking your money for nothing. From now on, we'll part ways and take care of each other.

Xia Jin walked casually on the street, went to a clothing store, bought two sets of clothes, and put on the appearance of a handsome young man, looking quite handsome.

In front of the bronze mirror, Xia Jin admired her own heroic appearance. As expected, when a girl looks pretty, boys can step aside. But when a boy looks charming, she thought of the charming little brother in ancient costume that she had seen on a certain audio platform before. His every frown and smile was full of charm.

Xia Jin shook her head, threw the wrong idea out of her head, and went to the pharmacy to make a contraceptive soup to take away.

Then he went to a human trafficker and bought an ox cart at a fixed price. He drove the cart away slowly. After that, Xia Jin was no longer seen in Jiangzhou.

Several people in the Xia residence looked at the indentures with some confusion. Madam was only going back to her hometown to do some things and would be back in a few days. Why would she just leave their indentures here? Before they could figure it out, they heard a servant from the palace come to ask if Madam was at home.

The ignorant people all said that the lady had something to do and went out to send the servant away. They guessed that maybe the lady was not convenient to take them with her so she let them go by themselves. But they could still wait for the lady to come back. They thought that when the lady came back, the courtyard would still look familiar.

The next day after they made the decision, they heard that another servant from the prince's mansion came to the lady to discuss important matters in detail. This time they told her truthfully that the lady was going back to her hometown, but did not specify the time of her return.

Bei Ming Mo was a little worried about this sudden departure, but he finally started to make his own plans. He believed that she always had her own ideas and must have something to do so she left for a while. He also believed that she wanted to watch him move step by step to become the one sitting on the throne. Since she was leaving now, she must want him to complete her plan first before discussing their marriage.

People who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. He was moved by Xia Jin's righteousness, but he never thought that until he sat in that position, that person would never come back.

After Xia Jin left, Bei Mingmo felt that there seemed to be fewer silver bills on his waist, but he didn't care. After all, he seldom managed the silver bills himself, so he carried some with him just in case. He and Xia Jin were no longer separate now, so there was no need to worry about anything.

Two days later, when the maid was making the bed and changing the bedding, she found the house deed in the interlayer of the pillowcase and handed it to Bei Ming Mo in great confusion. Bei Ming Mo looked at the house deed in deep thought. As she was going on a long journey, she left it with him for safekeeping and still went for a walk around Xia's house.

half year later.

Bei Ming Mo received the imperial edict and returned to the palace. The day was almost the same as expected. Before leaving, he organized a farewell party and invited everyone from Xia's house. He quietly left halfway through the party.

He jumped over the courtyard wall easily and began to miss a woman. They walked together along the small courtyard wall. He always slowed down his pace and she followed him leisurely. When she was in a good mood, they would chat for a while under the shade of a tree.

He thought about the woman who would make him a pot of tea, light incense, and then listen to him talk at this table.

He thought of how when he came here, she had mingled with the people below and built a small pavilion here, planted ivy in it, and invited him to see how it was built. He still remembered Xia Jin saying that once the vines were wrapped around this small pavilion, it would be very cool in the summer and would look full of life.

Now that I think about it, the piano music that I occasionally hear when passing by Xia’s house probably comes from here.

At this moment, Bei Ming Mo also began to wonder what Xia Jin usually did, and his longing for her reached its peak.

He visited the layout of the house. Although the designs of some places were quite different, there were two warehouses. Why would a yard with only a small number of people need two warehouses?

Bei Ming Mo remembered the food that Xia Jin had stored and used some empty rooms to store it. He went to see the warehouse in the yard and found that there was nothing different. It didn't need to be used to store ice or anything extra, so why bother building a basement?

Bei Mingmo came to the warehouse in the basement. There were many moisture-proof facilities here. The warehouse was not big, with some books piled up and a smell of medicine. At that time, a small part of the medicine was piled here, and most of the medicine was also placed in an empty room. With the previous removal of the basement medicine, the whole place was much emptier. There was a layer of dust on the table. I guess no one would come here normally.

The warehouse can be seen at a glance and is a place that ordinary people would not come to. Bei Ming Mo had a trace of doubt.

Bei Mingmo dusted off the books and flipped through them. They were all ordinary books. He began to feel around the table and wall, and found a small compartment behind the shelf.

When he opened the compartment, he saw several pieces of paper and a box filled with ashes.

What on earth could an ordinary woman have that was worth hiding?

In the dim basement, Bei Mingmo lit a candle. As the flame flickered, he picked up the paper and read it carefully.

The more or less detailed handwriting on each piece of paper records what happened to them and when. The places where the ashes have not been burned out can show that these things happened relatively early.

Bei Ming Mo looked at the things and time recorded on the note and found that they were different from what actually happened. If it weren't for Xia Jin's interference, these things might not be much different from what was recorded on the note.

The two top sheets had obvious wrinkles, indicating that they had been taken out and looked at repeatedly. The papers clearly recorded the day his mother, no, that bitch, came to Jiangzhou and went back after staying for a week.

During that week, I wrote a lot of things that might happen, listing one hypothesis after another. I also wrote two sheets listing a lot of things that happened when I attacked the nations and some assumptions.

It's not like he hadn't wondered how she knew what would happen over the years, but he didn't know that she also made so many assumptions about things she didn't know, and what kind of mood she was in when she repeatedly pondered them.

He didn't know that he would die so miserably in her writing, and what kind of life would she have? Is there such a thing as rebirth in this world? She came back to save herself? But where is the tragic self who died?

He hid the hatred in his eyes, watched the paper burn up in the candlelight, put the things back, tidied up a little, and left the yard.

Bei Ming Mo returned to the palace as if nothing had happened. Si Yu went over and stood guard on one side. The two of them just stayed there quietly without saying a word.

After a while, Bei Mingmo asked, "Is the farewell party over?"

"It should be about time. With Jiang Chen warming up the crowd, I think everyone will have a great time."

"Ah."

Seeing Bei Mingmo was still in deep thought, Si Yu continued, "Those people from Xia's residence just left not long ago."

"Si Yu, do you believe in rebirth?"

"what?"

Now Si Yu was stumped. He originally thought that his master would take advantage of the banquet to invite those people from Xia's house to come over so that he could reminisce about them, but he didn't expect that they would bring back a big problem.

"Your Highness, are you saying that you...you were reborn?" Si Yu asked uncertainly, and began to recall the time when the prince's life was hanging by a thread.