Chapter 283 - Secrets Hiding in the Book of Family Names (1/2)

Chapter 283 Secrets Hiding in the Book of Family NamesThe book was an old book, but Ning Xueyan had never seen this line of small characters before. If this was the case, had they ever been seen by anyone before?

It was the Book of Family Names, a very common book, and a child’s primer. In her previous life, her mother had personally imparted knowledge to her. The Book of Family Names was the first book she learned from. She was familiar with everything in it, and she even knew which page had some creases on it.

She brought this book to the capital in memory of her mother.

So, this book meant a lot of her, as it was something she treasured from the past.

However, such a book was a little different from the usual books. If Qingyu had not accidentally sprinkled water on the book, the handwriting would not have appeared. And she never thought that there would be so many characters in this ordinary book.

The characters gave her a creepy feeling.

Ye:

I hope this message finds you well. The grievances have been accumulated for a long time, and the situation is hopeless. God’s will makes fools of people, and I cannot turn this around. Zi’er is still young, and you… should not take the plunge. Leave as soon as possible!”

It was signed off as: Your Husband, Tong.

On the blotted page, there were not only the characters, but also bloodstains. Ning Xueyan could almost smell the blood from it. It was a bloodletter, meaning it had been written in blood. The dark red handwriting pierced her heart like a sword, and she felt a stabbing pain.

This book was hers, a gift from her mother. It was the first book that her mother had given her. Her mother read all the words in this book with her. But why were these characters in her book?

She crumpled the handkerchief in her hand into a ball, rubbed in her hand, and then unfolded it. The line of blood-stained characters almost made her lose her cool.

As the paper slowly dried, the characters on it faded gradually and could hardly be seen clearly. However, everything in front of her had already stuck in her mind. The characters on it had been printed word by word. She was very sure that it must have something to do with her.

When she was in Jiangnan City, both her father and mother called her Ying’er. But who was that Zi’er? There was also a Zi in her name. When she first met Ning Ziyan, she thought she was in the same generation as “Zi.” But when she saw the names of Ning Yuling and Ning Lingyun, she found that there was no one with the same name in the same generation of sisters.

Later, she learned that girls were not named according to the generation name, so her “Zi” and Ning Ziyan’s “Zi.” was a coincidence. Was she this Zi’er?

As for this “Ye” and “Tong,” she had never heard of them. There was no such character in the names of her father and mother, so it could not be them. But if were not them, how could this book fall into her hands? The blood-stained characters, together with the wide bloodstain, appeared in her mind, one by one.

Why did he write those words in this book? It must have been an urgent and helpless situation. The husband must have written the last words reluctantly, before his death. He had asked his wife to escape with his child. Wasn’t that from the previous dynasty?

Such a conversation suddenly appeared in her mind.

“Ying’er, this is the first book that I gave you. You should take good care of it and keep it all your life.” The woman’s voice was gentle.

“Yes, Mother. Ying’er will take good care of it and keep it all my life.” She answered innocently, in a childish voice.

“Ying’er, even if you get married in the future, you have to set out in a bridal sedan chair with the book inside, and then pass it down to your children, okay?” The woman said with a smile.

“Okay, I’ll pass the book to my children. But Mother, what is marriage?” The little girl asked blankly.

She touched the pages with her trembling hands and could stay calm anymore. Was this her biological parents’ last words? Otherwise, why did her mother remind her about the value the Book of Family Names time and again? These long-lost childhood memories had disappeared without a trace. But now, with the appearance of this bloodletter, some traces of her memories suddenly reappeared.

Zi’er? Ying’er?

Another thing suddenly came to her mind. The mysterious woman, whose voice was similar to Ya Moqin’s, seemed to have addressed her as Zi’er when she first saw her. Then, her mother laughed it off and said that she was Ying’er, instead of Zi’er.

She still remembered that her mother looked extremely natural at that time. She patted her head casually and let her read and play the lyre as usual. Her mother had assigned these tasks for her. In the morning, she played the lyre and read books. In the afternoon, she rested and could walk about in the garden.