The night is like water, and the evening breeze blows through the long bluestone streets.

Watching Xiao Yuci's carriage slowly disappear at the end of the night, Shen Qingyuan stood in front of the vermilion gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion and stood quietly for a long time.

The strings that had been tense for days suddenly relaxed, and her whole body was filled with a long-lost sense of relaxation and tranquility, but deep in her heart, there was still a faint trace of keen vigilance.

The great revenge was avenged, the storm was over, the prince was deposed, the Liu family was exiled, and there were no more mortal enemies in the back house and the court.

But she knew that there was never truly complete peace in the world.

The destruction of the previous life came unexpectedly. Along the way in this life, the more stable the situation, the easier it is to hide the hidden undercurrent.

"Miss, the night is getting cold, please go back to the hospital." Chuntao reminded softly.

Shen Qingyuan nodded slightly, turned around and stepped into the mansion.

The entire Prime Minister's Mansion was particularly lively tonight. The servants all had relaxed smiles on their faces and walked briskly and neatly.The dark clouds that have been weighing on the prime minister's head for more than ten years have completely dissipated, and the road ahead will be smooth.

Returning to Tinglan Courtyard, the candlelight in the house was warm and soft.

Shen Qingyuan sat in front of the dressing table, raised her hand to remove the jade hairpin from her temples, and glanced at the bottom of the dressing box inadvertently. A small, old black jade pendant lay quietly in the corner.

This was an old personal item left behind by her birth mother. It had a warm texture and dull color, and looked ordinary. Over the years, she had only regarded it as an ordinary accessory and never looked into it.

But tonight, under the candlelight, there was a trace of very faint golden lines on the inside of the jade pendant. It was so fine and secret that it was impossible to detect it unless you looked closely.

Shen Qingyuan's heart moved slightly, and she stretched out her hand to take out the jade pendant, and carefully rubbed the inner lines with her fingertips.

The texture is simple and obscure, definitely not an ordinary folk carving, but rather has a totem shape unique to the royal clan.

She frowned slightly.

My mother came from a scholarly family, not a powerful family. She had been stable and gentle throughout her life and had never set foot in the palace. Why did she possess such a jade pendant with a secret totem?

In the past, she was plagued by fights in the back house and turmoil in the court, and she had no time to study her biological mother's past. Now that all the grudges have been settled, doubts about this old jade pendant that had been lying quietly for more than ten years suddenly surfaced.

"Chuntao."

"My slave is here."

"Do you remember that when your mother got married, did she have any secret past events or relatives and friends that she never mentioned?"

Chuntao thought about it carefully for a while, then shook her head gently: "Miss, the old lady once said that my mistress had a clean family background. Her parents were both teachers and scribes. She had no powerful relatives or friends, and no secret past. She had a plain and stable life, but she was weak and died of an illness early."