---In the Imperial Concubine's Palace: Trapped in her own web, the end times are upon her...

Consort Zhao was anxiously awaiting "good news" from Jiangnan and the "joyful news" of her niece's arranged marriage in her palace. Suddenly, the palace doors were violently flung open! The emperor's most trusted chief eunuch, leading a large group of menacing imperial guards, stormed in!

"Search by imperial decree! Your Highness, I apologize for the intrusion!" The head eunuch was expressionless, his eyes cold.

"You...you dare to do this!" the imperial concubine screamed, her voice trembling with fear.

The guards moved swiftly and quickly, subduing the palace servants and beginning a thorough search of the room. Soon, in a hidden compartment deep within the room of the Consort's trusted maid, they found the exact same materials used to make the witchcraft dolls discovered at the "Great Xiangguo Temple"—the remaining bright yellow silk, specially made silver needles, and talismans inscribed with the Empress's birth date and time! Even more surprising was a wicked book detailing how to perform curses!

Meanwhile, another team of guards, while searching the Consort's study, "accidentally" discovered fragments of letters in which she secretly communicated with the assassin organization of the "Photo Studio" in Jiangnan (the originals had been destroyed by the Crown Prince, but traces that could not be denied were deliberately left behind) as well as several remittance vouchers of unknown origin and huge sums of money. The timing coincided with the time when Jiangnan Shen Yuewei was in danger and the Crown Prince was assassinated!

"No! This isn't mine! Someone framed me! It was the Empress! It was the Crown Prince! They framed me!" The Imperial Concubine, seeing the irrefutable evidence, completely broke down and frantically lunged at the evidence.

The head eunuch looked at her coldly: "Your Highness, the evidence is overwhelming, both witnesses and physical evidence are irrefutable! You'd better think about how to explain this to the Emperor! Take her away!"

The once favored concubine, enjoying unparalleled glory, was dragged out of the palace like a dead dog, her hairpins and ornaments scattered, her gorgeous clothes in disarray, leaving only desperate cries and curses echoing in the empty palace.

While a thunderous purge was unfolding in the capital, in the delivery room of a small courtyard in Jiangnan, after several hours of hellish torment, amidst the heart-wrenching cries of Mother Shen, the calm commands of Mother Zhang, the midwife's all-out efforts to deliver the baby, the doctor's exquisite acupuncture, and the life hanging by a thousand-year-old ginseng root, a faint yet incredibly clear cry of a newborn finally pierced the deepest darkness before dawn!

"It's born! It's born! It's a girl! Mother and daughter are safe!" The midwife's excited voice trembled with relief.

Outside the delivery room, Shen Wenbai, who had been tense to the extreme, swayed violently upon hearing the cry. His hand, which had been gripping the sword hilt tightly, finally loosened, revealing a bloody mess on his palm. He leaned against a pillar and slowly slid down to the ground. This man, who had been as calm as a mountain in the face of danger, now had tears welling up in his eyes and silently shed tears.

Father Shen staggered to the door, tears streaming down his face, crying, "It's good that you're safe! It's good that you're safe!"

Shen Wensong burst into tears: "Sister! My little niece!"

Exhausted but overjoyed, Lin Qingwan carried the swaddled baby out, her face streaked with tears and a smile: "Uncle, Wenbai, Wensong, look! It's a beautiful little girl! Yuewei is exhausted and asleep, but she's alright!"

The tiny baby was wrapped in a soft quilt, its skin still wrinkled, its eyes closed, its little mouth moving slightly, emitting a weak cry. This cry, after surviving a life-or-death ordeal, sounded so precious and full of hope.

As dawn broke, the soft morning light pierced through the thin mist, gently bathing the small courtyard in Jiangnan. The fragrance of osmanthus mingled with a faint scent of blood, witnessing the tenacious arrival of a new life and signifying the end of a storm that had swept through the capital.