"Young master, what is this key for?" Bu Er asked in surprise, looking at the key in Yang Qing's hand.
He had expected to find a hidden passage beneath the bed, but instead, they had uncovered a key.
Yang Qing raised a hand, signaling Bu Er to be quiet.
He held up the key and examined it closely. Something flashed through his mind, too swiftly for him to grasp.
"This key..." Yang Qing began slowly, only to suddenly recall something that had happened between him and Jiang Zhizhou long ago.
Back then, when he and Jiang Zhizhou first met, they had been mere children. Yet Yang Qing had sensed that Jiang Zhizhou harbored many secrets. Young as he was, he had carried himself with the world-weary air of a little old man.
Yang Qing had introduced himself then, giving his surname as Yang, but Jiang Zhizhou had not told the truth. He had said he was Young Master Nine.
Indeed, Jiang Zhizhou had called himself Young Master Nine.
Only several months into their acquaintance had a chance coincidence revealed his real name to Yang Qing.
Of course, Yang Qing had also learned Jiang Zhizhou's true origins.
At that thought, Yang Qing narrowed his eyes and said to Bu Er, "Come. Let's look in Xiao Zhou's room."
"Could this key have something to do with Young Master Jiang?" Though puzzled, Bu Er carefully peered outside for a while before taking Yang Qing into the room Jiang Zhizhou had previously occupied.
Jiang Zhizhou had always left the key to this room with Yang Qing. Even when he departed, he had not taken it with him.
Once Yang Qing and Bu Er entered, Yang Qing gestured toward the bed and said, "Go pull off the bedding."
Bu Er strode over and lifted it