Su Ziji stayed in the cabin for a while before going to eat.
He had barely left when a servant wiping down the passage reached this cabin. Seeing no one around, he slipped lightly inside.
Su Ziji had once instructed them, "Every sheet of paper and every memorial in this room is to be sorted by me alone. Important or not, none may be read or moved without permission."
Clearly, this man had broken the rules, but he remained perfectly calm. He had already arranged everyone's assignments; no one would come for the next quarter of an hour.
The servant searched the cabin, and his gaze settled on a bookshelf against the wall.
He had visited this cabin several times and firmly memorized all its furnishings. He even remembered how many books stood on the shelf and where each one belonged, all so he could check every day what the Imperial Grandson had done here.
An extra volume wrapped in yellow cloth had appeared on the top shelf, immediately catching his attention.
Recalling the information he had just received, he went over at once, quickly took down the volume, and opened it. Sure enough, it was a Brahma Scripture.
If his guess was right, this was the Brahma Scripture the monk from the little temple had just given the Imperial Grandson.
Could there be something special about this Brahma Scripture, for the monk to have presented it to the Imperial Grandson?
He hurriedly inspected the Brahma Scripture, turning through it from beginning to end and paying particular attention to the spine and the thickness of the pages, but found nothing.
Could the Imperial Grandson really have visited the little temple on a whim?
And had the monk there merely been trying to curry favor with him?
On careful reflection, that