The night was dark, and the execution wing of the Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit.
Su Wen was chained to a stone pillar, imprisoned all over his body, and his teeth were still clenched. There was a stubbornness in his eyes that was loyal to the end. Despite several interrogations, he refused to reveal even half of his core secrets.
The secret guard bowed and reported back: "Your Majesty, eldest lady, this man is strong-willed and strong-willed. He has received the soul-forbidden training of the Dark Pavilion. He would rather die than betray the sect. Regular interrogation is useless. However, my subordinates followed his recent whereabouts and located the abandoned courtyard in the western suburbs. It is the temporary foothold of the secret pavilion spies in the capital."
Xiao Yuci's eyes darkened slightly, and he immediately ordered: "Surround them all night long, leaving no survivors or traces, confiscate them all, and search for all secret documents and tokens."
"Yes!"
A group of elite secret guards rode out of the city overnight, taking advantage of the dark night to head straight to the western suburbs.
In Tinglan Courtyard, Shen Qingyuan sat quietly in front of the window, thoughts swirling in her heart.
Combining Liu's last words, the secret pattern of the jade pendant, the old lady's words, and Su Wen's visit to demand blood, she has pieced together the truth.
Mother's hidden clan, special bloodline, and century-old secret pavilion, these three are one.
It's just that she still can't figure out why the people who protect the sect become an evil and rebellious force that brings trouble to the world and kills people.
Within half an hour of the incense stick, the good news came back from the western suburbs.
The secret guard cleared the stronghold and achieved a complete victory. They killed more than ten lurking spies, found a box of sealed secret volumes, correspondence and old sect books, and brought them all back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The candlelight flickered in front of the case, and yellowed and old files were laid out layer by layer.
The paper has been worn by the years, and the handwriting is scrawled and cryptic. They are all private notes inside the secret cabinet. No one knows or consults them. Today, they are finally seen again.
Shen Qingyuan's fingertips lightly brushed the paper, reading each word carefully, and the ultimate secret that had been sealed for decades slowly surfaced.
A hundred years ago, there were many hidden clans in the world, headed by her maternal clan [Qing Xuanzong], who had guarded the secrets of the world and the tokens of heaven and earth for generations. They had no disputes with the world and never got involved in the disputes in the court.
The Dark Pavilion was originally the Qing Xuan Sect's sect-protecting bodyguard. They were loyal for generations, guarding the bloodline of the clan's saints and guarding the secret treasure tokens.
After a hundred years of stability, people's hearts have changed.
Decades ago, the ambition of the new head of the Dark Pavilion skyrocketed, and he was unwilling to be trapped in the mountains and forests. He tried to use the unique blood of the saint to activate the secret power of the clan and control the world's dark forces, so as to intervene in the changes in the court and control the world's chess game.
The contemporary saint is her biological mother.
The biological mother is gentle and transparent by nature, she hates strife and killing, she doesn't want to become a pawn of ambition, and she doesn't want the secret power of the family to fall into the hands of evil people and bring disaster to the common people.
It happened that the secret court was forcing marriage and power, forcing the saint to sacrifice her blood and unlock the secret treasure.