The Little King

57 | Shouldn't You Kill

Translator: PastTimer

Editor: PastTimer

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For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Xia Xi's mind; guesses, doubts, and a little nervousness that he couldn't control. He walked slowly in front of his younger son, squatting down he took what was in his hand and carefully observed it. Soon he was convinced that he wasn't wrong. Although Concubine Yu wasn't favored, this golden hairpin was passed down to her by her maternal family, it wasn't a vulgar product, it was once produced by a famous artist. Every piece of jewelry had a different style, there would never be repetitions. Although Xia Xi didn't hold it often, he couldn't count how many times he looked at it, he remembered every detail clearly, and there was no mistake.

This golden hairpin was definitely the one given to him by his mother.

But he had already given it to Cai Huan back then, why did it appear here?

His expression was too solemn, the small prince was puzzled. He shook his hand and asked, "Ah-Ma, what's the matter? Your face is a bit scary."

Xia Xi came back to his senses, he reluctantly adjusted his expression and asked, "Yue'er, where did you get this thing?"

The small prince said, "Here, in my father's cupboard. There's so many things, but this one was the most beautiful. I want to give it to my grandma, my grandmother will look good wearing it." His mouth was very sweet, but Xia Xi couldn't laugh now, he looked at the place where he was pointing and saw that there were many things inside. They were all knick-knacks and all familiar. After a closer look, he found that everything was stuff he had handled before.

For example, the bellyband he made for Chu Lan, a sachet he made, a poem that he copied for him, the painting that he painted that wasn't very good, and so on. There were lot of things that Xia Xi thought had been thrown away long ago that were all kept inside, and they were all very well preserved. It wasn't difficult to see the master's care for them. Xia Xi's heart trembled again when he saw a handkerchief among those items. He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to take the handkerchief.

This handkerchief was from the Xia kingdom, it was brought with a box of things that princess Xia Hui once gave him, she gave him about ten. The texture of each handkerchief was very good, but the embroidered patterns weren't very beautiful. This was Princess Hui's craft. Because Chu Lan was jealous, Xia Xi didn't use them frequently. That day, to hide the golden hairpin, he used that handkerchief.

Xia Xi looked down at the two things in his hand, and asked softly after a while: "Yue'er, was the golden hairpin wrapped in this handkerchief?"

The small prince nodded, "Yes. The golden hairpin is very beautiful, but this handkerchief's a bit ugly. Who embroidered the bug?"

Xia Xi murmured: "It's not a bug..." He suddenly felt a little weak, the gears in his mind turned a few times, but all of it was very confusing, so he wanted to ignore it. He quickly wrapped the golden hairpin as it was, stuffed it back, and closed the cabinet. He then pulled up his youngest son and said, "We should go back, or else we won't be allowed to come here anymore in the future, you know?"

The small prince hurriedly said: "My father allowed me to come in."

Xia Xi took him out while saying: "Your father allowed you to come in so you could read and write, not for you to rack through his things. Don't tell your father about today's matter, alright?"

The small prince hummed vaguely. Xia Xi's mind was occupied and didn't tell him much. After returning to his quarters, he felt a little tired. His heart seemed to be blocked by something, making him restless, uncomfortable and exhausted. In the evening, he felt even more uncomfortable and anxious. When he thought of seeing Chu Lan later, he felt like he wanted to escape.