Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 339 - 187 Crown Prince_2

"Teacher, I heard from the older apprentice that these artifacts might have been used by the emperors of the Beiling Dynasty."

"It’s just a guess without evidence."

"But isn’t the Jade Seal and the character ’Yuan’ on that bamboo slip considered evidence?"

"No, it’s not."

From the side, a discussion ensued; Shu Wan, curious, turned her head, following the gaze of the discussants to another display case holding bamboo slips.

Upon seeing them, Shu Wan was instantly stunned.

To someone proficient in calligraphy, calligraphy is a person’s business card; by observing someone’s handwriting, one can discern who they are.

The characters on the bamboo slip were bold and strong, yet the structure was elegantly dignified.

Shu Wan was familiar with it; these were Qi Yuan’s characters.

Qi Yuan was her fiancé in her previous life, the Crown Prince of the Dynasty.

Back when Shu Wan was in the military camp, she often received letters from the Crown Prince to exchange military intelligence, and sometimes, she wrote the military reports herself.

After the age of 8, although Shu Wan and her nominal fiancé had not seen each other again, strictly speaking, she had never lost contact with Qi Yuan.

Shu Wan stepped forward, her gaze falling on the character "Yuan," which was now blurred and almost illegible—as if that cold Crown Prince clad in court robes was giving her a faint glance from a distant time.

"About the Beiling Dynasty you were just talking about," Shu Wan turned to the two who seemed like research scholars, "why isn’t it mentioned in the history books?"

"History books only narrate the most basic historical timelines; much history is still buried in time, waiting for us descendants to unearth."

"Alright, thank you."

Shu Wan nodded, continuing to look at the bamboo slips inside the display case.

The symbols on this bamboo slip were strange, resembling writing yet not quite, as if someone had doodled them effortlessly; no matter how many historians or professors tried, they probably couldn’t decipher these markings.

Yet Shu Wan recognized them because, in her previous life, to keep the military messages secure, Qi Yuan had her develop a script known only to a few specific people.

Thus, Shu Wan had created this kind of secretive script.

The bamboo slip was damaged, with only a few lines of text remaining.

"Send her belongings, intact, to the West Mountain Imperial Mausoleum."

It was unclear from the earlier part of the text what exactly was being sent to the West Mountain Imperial Mausoleum.

But since it was the West Mountain Imperial Mausoleum, it must have been something very valuable, as it was where emperors were buried.

As for who "she" referred to, Shu Wan thought it was likely Qi Yuan’s mother.

Though she knew she could never return, being in this era and encountering the belongings of those from the past still evoked complex feelings in Shu Wan.

There was another thing she found odd.

In her memory, Qi Yuan was extremely talented and ambitious, possessing strengths that matched his ambitions.

Even when Shu Wan left, Qi Yuan was still the Crown Prince, and she had no doubt that he would eventually become a great ruler.

However, from the conversations she had just overheard, it seemed that future generations were completely unaware of this Dynasty, nor of Qi Yuan.

As Shu Wan reflected on this, her phone suddenly rang; answering it, she heard Fu Yang’s voice come through, "I’m playing basketball. Come and pick me up."

"Where?"

Fu Yang mentioned the location of a gymnasium not far from the museum.

"I got it, I’m at the museum nearby, you come here."

Before long, Fu Yang arrived in a black sports outfit, holding a basketball as if he had just finished playing.

His face was slightly flushed, with a hint of sweat on his forehead, looking indeed as if he had been playing basketball.

Shu Wan glanced at him, "Why did you come today?"

"I came to play basketball."

Fu Yang pursed his lips, "What else did you think I was doing?"

"I’m attending an event here, did you know?"

"How could I know," Fu Yang, spinning the basketball, started walking out, "Such events are boring to death; I wouldn’t bother attending."

"Oh."

A smile flickered on Shu Wan’s lips but ultimately, she said nothing further and followed Fu Yang.

Back at the Estate, Fu Siyu had already arrived home and was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.

Fu Yang glanced at the newspaper in his hand, visibly disdainful, and rolled his eyes, "Such an antique."

"I’m back."

As Fu Yang was about to head upstairs, Fu Siyu suddenly called out to him.

"What?"

Fu Yang turned his head, the light shining on his silvery hair, emitting a jade-like glow.

"Was it you who punctured Xiao Lin’s bike tires?"

"..." Fu Yang didn’t turn around, "I didn’t."

"The school authorities showed me the surveillance footage."

"...."

Fu Yang scoffed, turning around, "His bike was parked on the side of the road, it was an eyesore, can’t I just not want to see it?"

Shu Wan, listening from the side, found it amusing. Although she knew Fu Yang was somewhat childish, poking someone’s tires was indeed a bit too juvenile.

"Go and apologize," Fu Siyu put down the newspaper.

"I won’t, if you want, go yourself."

Nonchalantly, Fu Yang turned back and continued upstairs, clearly intending not to engage further with Fu Siyu.

"Did your event go smoothly today?"

As Fu Yang’s figure disappeared at the stairway, Fu Siyu looked towards Shu Wan, "I saw the news on the way back, you did pretty well."

"It was okay."

Having been busy all day, Shu Wan was somewhat tired, subconsciously rubbing her temples, "I’ll head up first."

"Alright."

Returning to her room, Shu Wan washed up and then began searching online for information about the Beiling Dynasty. This search turned up a vast amount of unofficial history.

Unofficial history, naturally, is mixed with truth and falsehood, mostly false.

Fortunately, Shu Wan was a person from that era and could discern most of the true and false situations.

Among them, Shu Wan found the most unbelievable to be the one claiming that in the end, Qi Yuan had designated Shu Wan, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, as his Empress.

No, Shu Wan reconsidered; if she could come to the modern era, perhaps there was also a "her" in ancient times.

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