"Where are the bullets?" At this moment, Fan Xian was like a girl having a beautiful dream, who, upon waking up, found herself still sleeping on a pile of firewood in the kitchen. He asked Wu Zhu in a low, annoyed voice.

Wu Zhu's answer was honest, but others would find it amusing: "What are bullets?"

Fan Xian was exasperated and had to describe the appearance, size, length, and usage of bullets to Uncle Wu Zhu. Then, full of anticipation, he said, "Didn't Uncle see Mother use these things before?"

Wu Zhu shook his head: "I said, I've forgotten some things." Just as Fan Xian was feeling slightly disappointed, Wu Zhu suddenly said, "But I remember those things you mentioned. Back then, I didn't think they were useful, so when I carried you away, I threw them all in the cellar of the Taiping Courtyard."

Fan Xian's temperament had long been tempered to be very calm and steady, but upon hearing this, he still couldn't resist the urge to rush up and give this adorable blind man a big kiss.

In the second compartment of the box was a letter. The box was very well sealed, so when Fan Xian gently flicked the thin letter, no dust fell.

"To Wu Zhu"

Fan Xian didn't know what to feel. It turned out that this box wasn't left for him, but for the person beside him. He forced a smile and handed the letter to Wu Zhu, seemingly forgetting that the latter was blind.

Wu Zhu refused to take it, saying coldly, "Miss asked me to read it so that I could tell you. You read it directly."

Fan Xian smiled, tore open the envelope, and began to read. After reading a few lines, his expression became somewhat amused. He had originally thought the box contained some divine weapon manual, which would have been utterly unoriginal. He had looked down somewhat on his mother's methods, but after actually seeing this letter, he realized that the woman named Ye Qingmei really did have a way of looking down on all the men under heaven... in her tone.

The handwriting wasn't delicate, much worse than his younger sister Ruo Ruo's, even somewhat rough and careless. The tone of the letter was also strange. Moreover, the words inside were disjointed, suggesting they weren't written at the same time.

"Cute little Zhu Zhu, kisses... Sister really likes you, you know. I've wanted to introduce you to a wife many times, but you're always so cold. Old Ma... um, let me be gentle, your sister is really angry. You're going to fight at that temple, and I bet you still won't win. You'll probably have to run back like a dog, so I'm writing some things to tease you."

When Fan Xian saw this, he couldn't help but glance at Wu Zhu, thinking, how could such a handsome grandmaster-level expert have any resemblance to a dog? The letter continued:

"Me? I slipped some aphrodisiac to someone while you were gone, and succeeded in borrowing a seed. I just don't know if I'll give birth to a precious daughter or a bastard son. This box is probably the only thing I'll leave behind in this world. Old Mao once said that he only influenced a small part of Beijing in his life. Remember, I, too, said that my coming to this world only amounts to leaving behind this one box."

Seeing the words "borrowing a seed" and "bastard son," Fan Xian almost fell off his stool. It turned out that his origins were not only bizarre, but also quite melodramatic. It was just a pity that the letter didn't clearly state who the object of the borrowing was, which was now Fan Xian's biggest question.

The following are the original words of Fan Xian's mother, Ye Qingmei, who once left endless shock in this world:

"Pretty sad, isn't it? Probably no one in the world besides you can open this box. Who taught you the useless five-stroke input method in this world so gently and kindly? Cute little Zhu Zhu doll, I really want to hold you while sleeping. Come back soon."

"I've put the box back in the old place. You should know where it is. Oh, if you open the box and see this letter, then of course you know where it is. I seem to have said something redundant again."

"I'm just curious now, will I have a daughter or a son? If it's a daughter, that would be great. If it's a son, then it's his father's turn to have a headache. Besides, men are too ambitious; who knows what they'll do."

"Okay, okay, I admit I'm ambitious too, but I want to make this world a better place. Is such a small woman's beautiful wish supposed to be described as ambition?"

"Why do I feel like I'm writing a will? To hell with it, spit, spit, too unlucky."

"Um, who knows? Just treat it as a will, since I'm in the swing of it anyway. Remember, don't use this broken gun anymore. Using a big knife to kill ants is pointless. After reading this letter, destroy this box. Don't let those idlers in the world know about my glorious life; they're not worthy."

"I came, I saw, I played, I was the richest person, I killed a prince, I plucked the old emperor's beard, I basked in the sunshine of this world. I was just short of unifying the world, but I just didn't bother. So what? My precious daughter, my bastard son, probably none of you can cause as much trouble as I did. Just live peacefully."

"Alas... After I die of old age in the future, will I be able to go back to that world?"

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much."

"Little Zhu Zhu, actually you don't understand what I'm saying. You don't know where I came from. I'm very lonely. People come and go in this world, but I'm still lonely."

"I'm very lonely."

"I'm very lonely."

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After reading the letter, Fan Xian was silent for a long time, then smiled and asked softly, "Mother wasn't from this world, do you still remember?"

Wu Zhu said somewhat sluggishly, "I seem to remember a little."

"Mother said you went to fight with the people from the Divine Temple at that time. Was it that battle that caused you to lose part of your memory?" Fan Xian's hand slowly slid along the edge of the box.

"It should be."

"If you hadn't lost that part of your memory, you should be the one to open this box. After opening it, would you tell me all this?"

"Probably not."

"Um." Fan Xian nodded. "I guess so too. Perhaps you would find a small village where no one knows us, and then accompany me as I slowly grow up." A smile appeared on his face: "Maybe that kind of life wouldn't be bad."

He then sighed, shaking his head and smiling helplessly: "Unfortunately, nothing can be started over."

"Why aren't you curious about how I can open this box?" Fan Xian teased Wu Zhu, wanting to see the shocked expression he would have after learning that he was also a soul from another world.

"Why should I be curious?" Wu Zhu was still very calm, only suddenly feeling that the young master, like the miss, was a very verbose and boring type of human.

Fan Xian felt that he was being an idiot, and instead asked, "Was her death related to the Divine Temple?"

"Don't know."

Fan Xian was silent for a while, then continued to look at the box. A note was pasted on the top layer of the box. He compared the height difference between the inside and outside. This layer should be very thin. He peeled off the note and looked at it, and was stunned. The note read:

"Hey, if it's Wu Zhu, after seeing that letter, you should go and destroy this box immediately. You actually still want to keep looking. Honestly, who are you? How did you open this box?"

Mom really had a crystal heart, Fan Xian was momentarily lost, and replied blankly, "I am your son." Naturally, she couldn't hear this answer.

The note was very short, with not many words written on it. At the end was just a warning.

"Guess it's either my daughter or my son. Look at the things below when you get someone pregnant, remember!"

Looking at the exaggerated exclamation mark, looking at the hollow circle below the exclamation mark, Mother's last words, a solemn warning, Fan Xian dared not disobey, and honestly stuck the note back on.

"I'm going out for a walk." Fan Xian said these words to Wu Zhu, then left the house, his head lowered, walking into the continuous early autumn night rain. With the box and Wu Zhu together, it was as safe as could be; he wasn't too worried.

After Fan Xian's somewhat dejected figure disappeared into the rain, Wu Zhu slowly walked out of the corner and sat somewhat woodenly next to the table. His fingers stroked the box and the gun on the table, then landed on the letter. His fingers gently traced back and forth across the envelope, not knowing what he was thinking.

A slight rustling sound rang out between his fingers and the letter paper, the rustling sound rang out between the rain and the garden grass.

The room was pitch black, Wu Zhu was alone, sitting next to a box, the black cloth on his face even softened, and a very gentle expression appeared on his face.

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Fan Xian walked alone in the rainy night streets, letting the rain wash over his face, wetting his body. A hint of a smile sometimes appeared on his face, which turned into a faint sorrow in an instant, and after a moment, it was a calm again. He didn't know how many kinds of emotions were brewing, intertwined, and colliding in his heart at this time.

Ye Qingmei, this dazzling name, seemed to have truly entered his life, entered his mind, only today. He understood many things at this time, where his mother came from, and what she had done in this world.

Grandma in Danzhou had said that before the current emperor ascended the throne, the two princes were the most likely to inherit the Qing Kingdom's throne. But the two princes died in some ridiculous murder cases.

After reading the letter, Fan Xian naturally understood that the two princes, who were always on guard against assassination, died under his mother's sniper rifle.

It was also equal to saying that the current Qing Kingdom's royal family completely depended on his mother to possess this world. His mother built the Qing Yu Hall and established the Supervisory Council, providing the most fundamental things for the country's strength.

It could even be said that without Ye Qingmei, there would be no Qing Kingdom today.