'It's just a spirit tablet. Why hide it?'
'And if they were going to hide it, why secretly put it back?'
'Most importantly, of all the spirit tablets, why choose the Late Emperor's?'
One question after another popped into Li Ji's mind.
His fingers began to unconsciously rub the tablet.
The pad of his thumb was pricked by something, and it stung.
Li Ji paused.
He glanced down at his thumb. A small bead of red blood slowly welled up from where he had been pricked.
His gaze shifted to the spirit tablet.
The sky was dim, making it difficult to see clearly.
Li Ji had someone bring over a lantern.
By the dim yellow light of the lantern, he leaned in to examine the Late Emperor's spirit tablet closely.
He was surprised to find a small splinter on the edge of the tablet.
The Late Emperor's tablet had been repeatedly polished and lacquered. Something like a splinter should have been impossible.
Li Ji's eyes gradually deepened.
