Ren Yingying: "It's twisted, but not on that side... Hey, don't move, I'll slowly get up and try."
Qu Nian helped her slowly sit up.
Now that she'd been exposed, Ren Yingying didn't bother hiding it anymore. "Could you help me move the box to the bed again? We can study it together."
She was so curious.
Qu Nian glared at her, but still obediently carried the box up.
"It's so heavy, how did you manage to carry it?"
"They let someone move in, I guess."
When Qu Nian came in, she panicked and tried to hide under the bed, pushing herself in... but she was still discovered.
Qu Nian could roughly guess that it wasn't just one box, but a large quantity, and that it mostly contained gold and silver.
Ren Yingying rubbed her lower back and moved around a few times before she felt a little better.
As soon as she felt a little better, she picked up the pomegranate again and leaned over the box to ponder it.
"Isn't it infuriating?" Ren Yingying said angrily, "The patterns are exactly the same, but it just doesn't work."
The pomegranate is made of agate and shimmers with a dazzling light under the lamp.
"Give it to me." Qu Nian reached out and took it into her hand.
However, it was no use.
There was nothing he could do.
"No need to bother anymore," Qu Nian said, a man who couldn't admit his inadequacy. "The border town isn't short of money; the imperial court has allocated quite a bit."
"Oh, I'm curious too."
Qu Nian: "The Consort of the Prince of Jin has given birth to another son."
"Ah? Ahhhhhh! Tangbao gave birth!" Ren Yingying screamed excitedly, "I really want to go back and see!"
She was envious; she also wanted a son, but she didn't want a man.
Qu Nian breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, I'm finally free from worrying about the broken box.
Let their children solve this puzzle.
Ren Yingying was happy for a while, then picked up the pomegranate and pasted the patterns on it onto the box.
"Don't bother, it's impossible to open," Qu Nian said.
The night is long, can't they do something else meaningful?
For example, having a child.
"Yingying, honestly, are you envious?"
"How envious!" Ren Yingying said, "More than ten years later, Tangbao will be out with four handsome sons. Who wouldn't be envious?"
"I'm envious too," Qu Nian said.
Instead of just admiring the fish in the pond, it's better to retreat and weave a net.
So, how about giving it a try?
It's just that what I really wanted to say was too indecent, making it difficult for people to say it.
Ren Yingying adjusted the angle, trying to make the patterns match perfectly.
She felt that if there were any mismatches after they were completely pasted on, that might be the key.
"Bring me the candle. It's hard to see, light it for me."
Qu Nian: I offered my heart to the Mingyue, but the Mingyue shines on the ditch.
He got up and fetched the candles.
"Come closer, even closer!"
Qu Nian said irritably, "If hot wax drips onto your face or the candle flame burns your hair, do you think that's a joke?"
Ren Yingying was focused on the patterns and didn't take his words to heart.
Qu Nian showed little interest in the box, keeping his eyes fixed on her profile.
Ren Yingying is flawless from every angle.
Doesn't she think it's a waste not to use such stunning beauty to seduce men?
If beauty is a weapon, he'd be willing to be attacked!
When he snapped out of his reverie, Qu Nian saw the wax dripping down.
He reached out and shielded Ren Yingying's face with lightning speed, but the back of his hand was burned, making him gasp in pain.
Ren Yingying: "Hmm?"
"Wax oil!"
"Oh, I see."
Ren Yingying, do you have a heart?!
He reached out to catch the wax; even if it was a huge sacrifice, it was at least for her.
Ren Yingying: "The wax is fine, so many people drip it on for fun, don't they?"
"Who are you seeing...?"
Qu Nian suddenly realized what was happening, and his face immediately turned a deep purplish-red.
How does she know so much?
"Move forward a little more, let me take another look." Ren Yingying twisted her body, almost burying her head under her arm.
If she didn't hurt her back, who would?
The pomegranate shimmered with iridescent light, Ren Yingying carefully moved it.
Qu Nian wanted to tell her to give up, but before she could even open her mouth, a "snap" was heard, and a crack appeared on the box that had been sealed tightly.
"Holy crap, it's open! It's open!" Ren Yingying exclaimed in surprise. "I know! This box is light-sensitive!"
She just saw that after the patterns matched perfectly, the light from the agate gathered in the very center of the pattern, and then the box opened.
She had tried it before, but it didn't work.
My goodness, the wisdom of the ancients is simply incredible.
They can even design things with light sensors?
Were there time travelers before? And if so, they'd have to be scientists; useless people like them wouldn't do.
As she was lamenting, she heard Qu Nian grit her teeth and say, "Who is the light sensor?"
This box clearly belongs to the Prince of Min's Residence's residence! It's his!
How could it come out of her mouth like she stole it?
What's her connection to light perception? Why does that sound so familiar?
Ren Yingying: "... Michael Wong's younger brother."
Qu Nian frowned. "And who is Michael Wong?"
He wanted a list—a list of all the men she knew!
"Oh, the first time I said I loved you..." Ren Yingying hummed, "My breath caught in my throat, my heart trembled uncontrollably..."
Qu Nian suddenly blushed.
He didn't ask. But this sudden confession—did happiness come so unexpectedly?
"There's only one singer," Ren Yingying said.
She forgot the lyrics for the rest, and could only hum this one line.
Qu Nian was furious. "He sang such obscene words to you?"
Ren Yingying: "You're not singing this to me..."
Qu Nian breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to tell her, "Don't listen to what is improper."
Then they heard Ren Yingying say, "It's aimed at us."
Qu Nian: "..."
Ren Yingying laughed herself silly.
Qu Nian then realized that she was playing a trick on him.
"Light perception means that changes occur when light appears," Ren Yingying explained with a hearty laugh.
"So you were singing just now..."
Is it a veiled confession?
"Michael Wong is a real person, it's just that we're from different eras. His songs have been passed down..."
Qu Nian said "Oh," and then added, "Not bad, sing a few more lines."
"I forgot my lines."
"Then sing it again."
"What are you singing for? Open the box and take a look."
Qu Nian inserted the sword into the gap and used a lot of force to lift the lid off the box.
The contents of the box were nothing special; it was just rows and rows of gold bars neatly stacked together.
Qu Nian was uninterested, but Ren Yingying said she was blinded by the dazzling display.
Oh my god, they're all little goldfish!
Just look at all those boxes! The Prince of Min's Residence —it really is a gold mine!
I'm so envious!
"See?" Ren Yingying Qu Nian, "I deserve credit for discovering it, and I deserve credit for opening it, right?"
Qu Nian looked at her with a half-smile.
"I'm not greedy, just give me this box!" Ren Yingying said.
"They're all yours."
"Ah?"
Was the surprise so unexpected?
"The people are yours, let alone your belongings."
Ren Yingying's mouth opened into an "o" shape.
Oh wow, so what caught me off guard was a confession.