The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

It just so happens that Ji Yuanzheng is an expert in this field.

After carefully selecting, he picked out a top-quality product. The exotic stall owner smiled again, "You are obviously an expert. This wolf tooth is produced by wolves from the northwest. It is very valuable. If it weren't for the heavy snow in the western border blocking the road, we would not have sold it if we were stuck here and didn't have enough money."

Ji Yuanzheng nodded, "It is indeed in good condition."

It would be nice to give it to Ah Shu to play with.

The girl with wolf teeth had a smile on her face and smiled at the man, "Thank you, brother."

There used to be a mansion of Prince Changyou in Western Xinjiang, but now that Prince Changyou is apparently dead, the mansion is probably uninhabitable.

Staying at the inn was too risky. After much deliberation, I ended up going to the Treasure Pavilion.

Fortunately, the upper and lower floors of the Treasure Pavilion were spacious, so it was not difficult to accommodate these ten people. The housekeeper had already prepared the wing rooms, and after leading the people in, he said, "Most of these attics are small, and there are charcoal basins burning at night. Young master and young lady, please don't forget to leave a window."

"Thank you, butler."

Pushing the door open, there was a screen in the middle of the room, dividing the room into two parts. Outside, there was a bronze dressing table and even rouge and powder. Opposite was a window, which was barely open three fingers wide. There was a charcoal basin burning in the room, and on the small wooden table next to the window were a few thin-necked porcelain vases, with a few plum branches planted on top as if to suit the occasion.

Along with the cold wind from outside, I could smell the fragrance of plum blossoms in the room.

The sky darkened early, and it was already dark before dinner. Ji Mengshu put down the wooden chopsticks and touched his stomach, "Hongye, why not take it down?"

"Miss, why don't you eat a little more?" Hongye looked at the few mouthfuls of rice on the table that were moving like a cat, and asked worriedly, "Is this food not to your liking?"

Ji Mengshu shook his head. "I have too many worries, so I can't eat."

Hongye had just taken the food away and Ji Mengshu was alone in the room when she suddenly heard a series of weak cat cries coming from outside.

It happens in waves, so pitiful.

Yingfeng opened the door and saw Ning Rongzhang standing at the door with one hand inside his black cloak, which was slightly bulging.

Just as she was wondering, a furry little head suddenly popped out from the black cloak and looked around.

Perhaps out of fear of being in an unfamiliar place, its front paws tightly grasped his black cloak and its mouth opened to exhale.

"I just saw this cat that appeared out of nowhere in the snow in the backyard. It was almost frozen to death, so I picked it up and gave it to you as a playmate to relieve your boredom." Ning Rongzhang held the cat's neck with one hand and supported its body with the other and walked it towards her.

The soft and boneless body was held warmly in his arms, and the pink claws had obviously been trimmed neatly.

My heart also felt warm and seemed to be melting. "This cat is so pitiful. It was born in such a cold twelfth month."

Qingzhu came forward and touched its head carefully outside the hall, "Thanks to meeting the prince and the girl."

There was no one in the entire treasure pavilion who could take good care of it. Fortunately, Ji Mengshu had nothing to do, so it was not difficult to raise a little cat.

At midnight, every household turned off the lights and went to sleep. Snow was falling outside the window again. If the cat had not met Ning Rongzhang today, it would probably not survive the night.

Staring at the wind and snow, Asan Qiang pulled himself together and climbed over the eaves and walls all the way into the prince's palace.

"Your Highness, our people are guarding outside. You can stay in the palace tonight."

When Ning Rongzhang heard this, he felt as if he was a master who couldn't get into his house. When would Prince Changyou return to his own mansion? He had to do it in the middle of the night when no one was paying attention.

He had not been to the palace for a long time since he "died" in the battle with Luanzhou.

His mother passed away early, his father had no second wife or concubine, and he had no brothers or sisters. After his father passed away, he was the only lonely person left in this huge palace.

After entering the mansion, several secret guards landed silently. Ah San gave orders step by step, "Don't miss any corner. You must find the half tiger talisman!"

"Yes!"

Ning Rongzhang stepped into the ancestral hall and lit three incense sticks. There were two tablets at the bottom of the table for worshipping ancestors. He raised his hand and inserted the three incense sticks in front of him. His long eyelashes were gloomy. After so many years, he could hardly remember what they looked like...

When Ah San came in slowly, the man straightened his back and knelt on the mat.

The door was ajar, and the moonlight outside could not fall on him, but instead made his figure even more confusing.

"Master, no. But this is the only ancestral hall that has not been searched." Ah San bowed his head respectfully. The eternal lamps burning in front of each tablet in the ancestral hall made the place seem even more eerie.

The bright candlelight fell on his face, making the room feel cold and desolate. As if realizing that this was expected, Ning Rongzhang nodded, "Asan, I will search this ancestral hall myself."

After all, it is the ancestral temple where the owner worships his ancestors. It would be bad if his subordinates rushed in without any consideration.

Asan took a few steps back, stepped on the ground with his black boots and left quietly. At the end, he closed the outer door, blocking the snowflakes that were rolling into the ancestral hall.

The sky lanterns hanging from the ancestral hall flickered and illuminated the words on the tablet. Ning Rongzhang stood up and looked up, searching inside.

If the other half of the tiger talisman was really in my father's hands, why didn't he reveal it for so many years?

While he was trying to figure it out, his hand had already reached up to his father's tablet. The bottom was thick and heavy, obviously made of solid wood. He continued to touch it as usual, and finally found something wrong under the tablet of Empress Taizu Xiaoci.

He frowned, and the bottom of the tablet felt light, very different from the previous ones. Ning Rongzhang had no expression on his face, and he pried open the bottom of the tablet with both hands, and stood still as if struck by lightning.

The dim eternal lamp fell on the wooden box in his hand, and the bronze tiger talisman shone with a faint metallic luster.

His hands seemed to drop uncontrollably, and the tiger talisman fell to the ground and rolled out of the wooden box.

With his eyes closed, with a hint of sadness, he would rather not find this half of the tiger talisman.

Since he didn't care about his father, why did he leave half of the tiger talisman to him? Facing the room full of ancestors, there was silence and no one could answer his question.

Ning Rongzhang knelt all night.

When Ah San entered the room, he saw his master kneeling like a statue, with half a tiger talisman scattered beside him. He suddenly felt a little sad. "Master, it's almost dawn."

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The cat kept in the mansion lay on Ji Mengshu's knees like a boneless person, sniffing all the time.

Qingzhu pushed open the door with a hint of anxiety between his brows.