Judging from the voice, the old ancestor's attitude towards her was quite calm, but Bai Yuzhi did not relax.

Bai Yuzhi knew very well that this ancestor of the Great Jin Dynasty and the stupid and evil empress dowager in the previous Renwu world were two completely different people.

A woman who is able to support Nahan Oren to ascend to the throne and whose position in the Jin Dynasty has remained unshakable for so many years, her methods and schemes are definitely not simple.

Bai Yuzhi must be fully prepared to face this ancestor, otherwise he will most likely be seen through.

"Yes, I'm coming in now."

Bai Yuzhi walked into the big tent. Songli wanted to follow but was stopped by the aunt who came out of the tent. Bai Yuzhi looked at the aunt. Her expression was not as ugly as in the morning, but still a little unpredictable, and she was more respectful to Bai Yuzhi.

"Jiu Yanshi will call this servant Yan Jin. As for this girl, the old ancestor said that she has something to tell you, so it is not convenient for her to come along."

Bai Yuzhi smiled and said, "Thank you Aunt Yanjin for taking care of me. Songli will wait outside."

After saying that, she walked into the ancestor's tent despite Songli's worried eyes and Aunt Yan Jin's complicated gaze.

What surprised Bai Yuzhi was that there was no object in the big tent that could symbolize the ancestor's noble status. If it weren't for the large area of ​​the tent, Bai Yuzhi might even think that it was just a tent of Yanshi.

An old woman, whose face was wrinkled but one could still tell she was a beauty when she was young, was half leaning on the couch. She had her eyes closed, but she opened them when she heard the sound of Bai Yuzhi coming in.

Those eyes have become cloudy due to old age, but the intimidating aura and the shrewdness that seems to be able to see through all disguises in the glasses have become more and more frightening as he grows older.

Bai Yuzhi was not wrong in his guess. This old ancestor was definitely not some frivolous woman in the boudoir. She was one of the ultimate winners who had experienced and participated in the changes in the Jin regime.

"I pay my respects to the old ancestor."

If we calculate based on Nahan Oren's age, this ancestor would be at least in his sixties this year. In addition, most people in ancient times died early, so he was already very old.

"Get up, find a place to sit."

She was very easygoing. This easygoing attitude was not because she had any affection for Bai Yuzhi, but because of the tolerance of a superior towards an inferior. With the old ancestor's current status, any behavior of Bai Yuzhi would not pose a threat to her, so she was like this.

It was a condescending, mild demonstration.

Bai Yuzhi did not refuse. They were all smart people, so she didn't need to flatter anyone. She simply found a seat near the old ancestor's bed and sat down.

Her straightforwardness actually piqued the old man's interest in her: "You are quite obedient, or rather, quite smart."

Bai Yuzhi gladly accepted this compliment, which was not really a compliment, saying, "Thank you, old ancestor. I have only read a few books in my boudoir, and I understand that a gift from an elder should not be declined."

"In that case," the old ancestor's eyes suddenly became sharper. She stared straight at Bai Yuzhi, as if trying to find something she could use against this young woman. "If I tell you I want to arrange for you to do something that could cause you to completely lose the Khan's favor, what will you do?"

His heart was pounding. Bai Yuzhi understood from those eyes that this was definitely not just a test. The old ancestor would not bother to test her grandson's wife. She really had a plan that she wanted to entrust to Bai Yuzhi. Rather than saying that this meeting was a test, it was better to say that it was a test. This distinguished old man wanted to test whether he was capable of this task.

"If I say I don't care at all," Bai Yuzhi said in a gentle but firm tone, "I don't think the old ancestor would believe it."

The ancestor was still looking at her.

"Tell me about it."

Bai Yuzhi continued, "I am a woman from the Central Plains, and I don't have the courage of a woman from the Great Jin. I care about the Khan and want to rely on him. Perhaps you can understand that?"

The old ancestor nodded, his eyes seemed to relax a little: "So what you mean is that you are unwilling to follow my orders?"

Bai Yuzhi shook her head. "That's not the case. I know you're the Great Khan's closest relative, and what you want me to do is definitely for the Great Khan's benefit. To be honest, I also want the Great Khan to be happy. In this respect, our goals are the same."

"Since our goals are the same," Bai Yuzhi looked at the old ancestor. The gray-haired old man seemed to recall something from the past, and his expression softened. She seized this moment and said, "If the old ancestor is willing to tell me the whole story, perhaps we can find a solution that will satisfy both parties."

There was silence in the tent. After Bai Yuzhi finished speaking, the old ancestor did not respond, and Bai Yuzhi did not say anything else.

In this almost suffocatingly quiet atmosphere, two equally intelligent women were examining each other.

Finally, the ancestor spoke.

She looked at Bai Yuzhi, as if she saw something she missed through her. Then she sighed and said, "Well, you are a smart person. Maybe even if I don't tell you, you will hear about it from someone else sooner or later."

Then the ancestor told everything.

That was twenty years ago, the first year after Nahan Oren and Da Yanshi got married, and Da Yanshi was about to give birth.

At that time, a rare heavy snow fell on the Dajin grassland. The white snowflakes fell like goose feathers, covering the grassland with a layer of goose down quilt. The sky was very dark, and Da Yanshi's suppressed voice reached the ears of Nahan Oren who was waiting anxiously outside the tent.

This is his first time being a father, so it's normal to be nervous.

However, Da Yanshi screamed in pain for a long time, but the child was still not born. She waited for two nights and a day. When the child's cry finally echoed throughout the grassland, Nahan Oren had no time to be happy, but the great witch suddenly arrived.

As a symbol of tribal theology, the Great Shaman only appears at important moments like sacrifices and succession of the Khanate, and only at the weddings of powerful individuals. Nahan Oren thought he was here to predict the fate of his eldest son.

Every heir who is qualified to inherit the Khanate will experience this.

But that is not the case.

The old ancestor described the situation that day, with uncontrollable pain in his eyes.

Her voice was hoarse, but she continued speaking with difficulty.

"The Great Shaman has never even seen the child, yet he spoke to the Khan."

Her white jade eyes flickered, and she seemed to have guessed why Nahan Oren looked like she didn't want a child and even used contraceptive soup.