Lin Jinshu was woken by the noise too.
The two little ones sat up together, rubbed their eyes in identical motions, then raised their heads at the same time and greeted him sweetly. "Uncle Prince Jing."
Jiang Yi'an: "..."
He had to admit that the sight was heartwarming, but he was in no mood to appreciate it.
"About Tang Chuqing," Jiang Yi'an said bluntly, "how much more do you know?"
He had wavered repeatedly all afternoon, but in the end, he could not resist the lure of the truth and sent men to dig up the coffin.
Several years had flowed swiftly past. The woman who had dazzled his entire youth was now nothing more than a skeleton...
The bones of the skeleton's left arm were perfectly intact, without the slightest trace of an injury.
He had kept trusted men guarding this place all these years, so he knew full well that no one had ever switched the remains. That left only one possibility-
Just as the little girl had said, the Tang Chuqing he had personally watched being buried had not been Tang Chuqing at all!
Jiang Yi'an could hardly describe how he had felt upon seeing those bones. Anger, bewilderment, shock, emptiness... countless tangled emotions had surged into his heart at once. He had stood stunned for a long while before regaining control of his body, returning silently to his room, and sitting there for hours.
Only just after midnight had he finally seemed to gather enough strength to spring to his feet and come here to see the little girl.
It was not that he feared she truly would refuse to speak once today had passed. He just genuinely... wanted to give his past self an answer as soon as possible.
"Huh?" Jiang Yingcheng looked puzzled. "What