After traveling through time, she just wanted to eat, drink and have fun

Chapter 121 Buried Things

Prince Jing looked at the palace where his mother lived when she was alive. The once gorgeous and desolate palace has now turned into ruins among the broken walls. A trace of grief surged in his eyes, as if he had lost the most important support in his life. This palace carries his only memory of his mother. Although she didn't like him when she was alive, it is still the sustenance of his soul. In the past, when he was bullied badly, he would always sneak to sit by the palace wall here for a while. Leaning against the palace wall, he felt that he was closer to his mother. He did have a mother. Until the day his mother died, he even secretly wondered if his mother died because he always sneaked close to her.

In the ruins, shabby furniture and shattered decorations were scattered all over the ground, as if silently telling the story of the past. Prince Jing approached slowly, his steps were heavy, and every step was filled with endless sorrow. He picked up a broken tile and gently stroked the lines on it with his fingers, as if he could feel the presence of his mother.

His eyes fell on an old cradle in the bedroom. That should be the one he slept in when he was a child, right? The cradle was already in tatters, covered with dust and debris. Prince Jing gently stroked the cradle, recalling what Nanny said at the time, that he was abandoned by his mother at birth, and she didn't even look at him. Endless sadness surged in his heart. This was the first time he stepped into his mother's bedroom, and he didn't expect it to be under such circumstances.

He closed his eyes and slowly pushed back the tears. That was the pain he had been hiding in his heart, but now it was brought back to him by the collapsed palace. He stood silently in the ruins, as if he wanted to release all the pain and sorrow.

A pair of warm little hands gently held his big hands. Zhu Yu did not speak, and stood side by side with him. There were some things that he did not say, and she would not ask, but she would accompany him. Prince Jing took a deep breath, turned around and hugged Zhu Yu tightly in his arms, as if he had found comfort. He leaned on her shoulder, and finally couldn't help but let his tears roll down.

“Ayu...I..." Prince Jing’s choked voice was full of pain and contradiction.

Zhu Yu patted his back gently and said softly, "My Lord, I'm here, I'm here."

Prince Jing secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, "I don't understand why she hates me so much? Am I really not worthy of her love..."

Zhu Yu thought of what the system had told her about Prince Jing's childhood, and a touch of heartache welled up in her heart, "It's all in the past. We don't know what she really thinks, but Prince, we will be together in the future. My relatives are your relatives, and they will treat you as well as I do."

Prince Jing nodded slightly. In fact, he also knew that if he didn't like someone, he didn't like them. He couldn't force it. Fortunately, he had grown up like this and was lucky enough to meet Ah Yu: "Well, Ah Yu, please love me more in the future, okay?"

Zhu Yu felt a little tired of being pressed by him, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: I am very kind-hearted, this sounds a bit presumptuous...

Zhu Yu smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and pushed Prince Jing, "Okay, okay."

Prince Jing stood up, took Zhu Yu's hand and walked to the cradle. "This cradle is quite old. Although it is broken, you can still see that it is made with great skill. If it is repaired, it may still be usable."

Zhu Yu nodded, "Indeed, but this is a big project."

Prince Jing raised his lips slightly, "It's okay, I will order someone to find the best craftsman to restore it to its original state." He looked at the cradle, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, "It can be regarded as a souvenir."

Zhu Yu took a look at the dilapidated cradle. Although the cradle was covered with dust, one could vaguely see that many places were rubbed to a shiny finish.

The system's voice sounded in my mind: "Host, there is something buried under the floor tiles under the cradle. You can ask Prince Jing to dig it out and take a look."

Zhu Yu: It’s not poison, right?

System: "You are really good at imagination. No, it should be something like paper."

"Your Highness, let's move this cradle outside first." Zhu Yu said as he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the cradle. Prince Jing originally wanted to wait for the people below to move it, but when he saw Zhu Yu had already started to move, he followed him. The two of them first moved the large stone that was pressing on it, and then cleaned up the rubble and dust on the surface, and then carefully lifted the cradle. During the lifting process, Zhu Yu kept looking at the ground under the cradle, waiting for a suitable opportunity.

"Hey, slow down, slow down, Your Majesty, look, the bricks here seem to be different from the bricks next to them!" Zhu Yu pointed at a brick that was no different from the bricks next to it and shouted. If there was no opportunity, she would create one.

Prince Jing looked at it for a long time but didn't notice any difference: "Forgive my poor eyesight, I really can't see any difference."