Yan Qingrui picked up the little clothes. The little baby girl's clothes were really beautiful.

The workmanship is fine, the material is soft, just like the delicate skin of a baby.

She looked at the little clothes and felt soft unconsciously. She took out the little clothes one by one, looked around and there was nothing.

She picked up the swaddle again. The small quilt and clothes were the same soft fabric. She gently spread it and spread it flat. Finally, at the lower right corner of the swaddle, she felt a slightly different place.

On the surface, it seems to be the same, but only by touching it with your hands will you feel that there is something abnormal there. There is something inside. However, the thing is extremely small and thin, and it cannot be seen without paying attention.

In the corner, there is a place that cannot be seen by the naked eye, which is really a clever idea.

Yan Qingrui took out the Silver Moon Dagger and carefully picked up the pins in the corner. However, there was nothing left when it was opened.

Yan Qingrui was speechless. The feel was indeed slightly different. Could it be that she was nervous?

She looked carefully and still saw nothing. Until she touched her hands, she touched the difference again. When she looked closer, she couldn't help but feel silence. It was not that there was something hidden, nor that it was not trust or paper, but that two words were embroidered with hidden thread.

It was originally in a secret place, and I still used hidden lines, but I couldn't see them if I didn't pay attention.

No wonder the hand feels subtle differences, because there are more pins there, and the hidden threads are thicker than other places.

She carefully identified that the hidden thread embroidered only two words: "Nangong".

What does this mean? Is it a surname? Is it a name? Or a place name? Or is it the name of a certain building?

What does these two stitches mean in such a dark place and so dark?

Yan Qingrui thought about it, put away the things, then went back to get the needle and thread, and sewed the stitches open.

She had studied Suzhou embroidery for a few days and also learned surgical sutures, but undoubtedly, surgical sutures are easier to learn than Suzhou embroidery, and the handicrafts of this swabbing clothes are extremely exquisite. It took her a lot of effort to finally return to the same state.

After sewing the swaddle clothes, she breathed a long sigh. It was getting late. She folded the swaddle clothes and small clothes back into the wooden box, then put the wooden box back into its original position, and then restored the mechanism to its original state.

When she returned to the ground, she looked back and still couldn't see anything.

This kind of ingenious thinking is really wonderful.

Yan Qingrui thought, I don’t know who the person who built this mechanism is, is Su Ruolan? If she was just a weak woman, could she build such a mechanism?

If she weren't a weak woman, why would she be killed by the Yan family?

On that day, everyone in the Yan family knew and thought the truth was: Su Ruolan was killed because Yan Hongyang impeached his father, and she committed suicide by hanging herself in disheartened.

The so-called truth announced by the Yan family to outsiders was: Su Ruolan died suddenly due to illness.

But Yan Qingrui knew that this was not the truth.

The true truth is covered up layer by layer.

The original body was not present at the scene and had never seen the situation at that time, so she didn't remember it, but she had such a strong feeling in her mind that Su Ruolan's death might not be so simple.

After falling from the attic, Yan Qingrui was thinking all the way. She returned to her bedroom, with her elbows on the table, her hands holding her cheeks, and the words Nangong appeared like a lantern in her mind.

She instinctively felt that these two words must represent something.
Chapter completed!