Old Mrs. Chen took a sip of water and slowly took out a pouch from her waist.
The pouch had been used for a long time, and the fabric had faded. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like there was anything valuable inside, but Old Mrs. Chen's expression was very solemn. She carefully extended her fingers into the pouch, fearing that any force might damage what was inside.
Seeing this, Xu Tingzhen couldn't help but become serious too.
Finally, Old Mrs. Chen took out a piece of folded cloth from the pouch. She unfolded it to reveal a yellowed paper with deep creases, clearly quite old.
Xu Tingzhen's heart skipped a beat, her gaze followed Old Mrs. Chen's hand and fell onto that piece of paper.
Then, Xu Tingzhen suddenly froze, everything in the room seemed to disappear, leaving only the elegant handwriting before her.
The writing on that paper, she recognized it.
It was the handwriting of Princess Guangyang.
Like seeing someone long lost suddenly standing before her.
