Qiqi said, "Could the Spirit-Link Buddha Bone he spoke of be the Skull?"
Hu Xiaotian nodded.
"How could he know about the Skull?"
Hu Xiaotian concealed the matter of the Lightsaber. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm not quite sure either, but this Old Monk must know a great deal."
Qiqi said, "Although that Heart Sutra was destroyed, I still remember its contents. There were quite a few differences between it and the version we usually see now." She closed her eyes and sank into thought. After a while, she added, "I should be able to reproduce Emperor Taizong's handwritten Heart Sutra from memory without a single mistake."
Hu Xiaotian was overjoyed. "Really?"
Qiqi nodded. "I don't understand why either. It's as though that Heart Sutra has always been imprinted on my mind."
Hu Xiaotian said, "Perhaps those are memories your mother left you."
At the mention of her mother, Qiqi fell silent. When she woke from dreams at midnight, her mother's figure often appeared before her eyes, yet there was so much she did not understand about her. Hu Xiaotian had once said her mother was an extraordinarily formidable woman. But if that were true, how could she have died nursing such bitter regrets? And why had she left no trace whatsoever in Great Kang's history?
Liang Dazhuang's voice sounded outside the door. He had brought clothes as Hu Xiaotian had instructed. Although the Prince's Residence was spacious and had plenty of women's clothing, none suited Qiqi. Naturally, the servants dared not bring her the clothes worn by household attendants. Only after consulting Hu Xiaotian had they brought clothing prepared for him. Though these were men's clothes, they were all new.
Hu Xiaotian opened the door a crack and took the clothes. Liang Dazhuang said quietly, "Young Master, someone