"The Yun family army died so unjustly, and they've been cursed for so many years. It's truly tragic..."

"..."

The Yun family army has been cleared of their crimes, but Han Shi is becoming more and more depressed every day.

She looked at the travelogue over and over again, but still couldn't figure it out. She felt increasingly sorry for Yun Shen.

Xiao Qingyin noticed her dejection and comforted her, "Grandmother, you must take care of yourself. Only those who live to the end can have the last laugh."

Han sighed, "You're right, I should try to live longer."

Otherwise, she wouldn't have seen Emperor Chengtai's death.

"Hasn't the Marquis's mansion been returned?" Xiao Qingyin said with a smile. "When you have time, go and take a look, see where it needs repair, and once it's fixed, we'll move in and live in the big house."

Han nodded: "Okay, I will go and see."

She knew that Xiao Qingyin was worried that she might do something rash, and wanted to find something for her to do.

To put her child at ease, she then kept herself busy.

When she was busy, she didn't have time to think about anything else, and her complexion gradually improved, which put Xiao Qingyin at ease.

But unexpectedly, just a few days later, she caused the old man great worry.

It was a cold, rainy night. The weather was very cold. Han woke up in the middle of the night from the cold, got up and lit a charcoal brazier. Remembering that Xiao Qingyin seemed to only have one quilt, and worried that she would get cold, she took out a quilt from the cupboard.

The light in Xiao Qingyin's room was still on. Han Shi was about to take a step while holding the quilt when she saw two figures pressed tightly together on the window paper and stopped in her tracks.

After Yi Jiu came out of the room, jumped onto the roof and disappeared, she walked over and knocked on Xiao Qingyin's door.