"What are you still standing there for?" Chen Weiwan smiled and kicked the door frame, saying to the stunned guards, "Take this 'Mr. Shit Hat' and 'invite' him to Shuntian Mansion. Tell him that he trespassed into the Prince's Mansion and intended to kidnap the prince's grandson."

Liu Ming was still wailing when he was carried out by two guards, with dark blue filth dripping down his trouser legs: "Chen Weiwan! You will not die a good death! If my aunt were still alive, she would have cut you into pieces..."

"Your aunt?" Shen Weiwan squatted down and pinched his chin with a brocade handkerchief in disgust. The handkerchief was instantly stained with a wet stain. "Is it the Liu family who was tricked by me and made to chew mud at the city gate, and finally escaped from the capital like a stray dog? If she saw you like this, I'm afraid she would crawl out of the mass grave and be pissed to death by you again."

Kengkeng stood on tiptoe, smeared some dried mud on Liu Ming's face, and said in a baby voice, "Uncle, next time you want to kidnap someone, you have to sign up for my mother's 'School of Tricksters'! I've already calculated the tuition for you—you have to give me three baskets of candied haws!"

Three days later, new ballads were heard throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. Children clapped their hands and sang, "The nephew of the Liu family has come to seek revenge, with a little meatball in his arms. He fell into a manure pit while searching for treasure in the toilet, and the firecrackers exploded into a shit and piss monkey!" The prefect of Shuntian Prefecture quickly sentenced Liu Ming to exile three thousand miles away and to be enslaved. This farce caused by the remnants of the scumbag relatives finally came to an end.

As dusk fell, Xiao Yu held Kenkeng in his arms and sat on the soft couch in the corridor. By the light of the lanterns, he carefully checked to see if he was frightened. But the boy squirmed and thrashed in his arms, giggling, "Dad, next time I'm going to sprinkle itching powder in the traps and make the bad guys roll on the ground, just like the young master of Minister Li's family did last time!"

Shen Weiwan leaned on Xiao Yu's shoulder, watching Wawa chasing Da Huang not far away. Clutching a candied haws stick in her little hand, the icing dripped down the road, making the brick floor sticky. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the three of them far out, overlapping on the ground like a warm painting.

"After so many years of trouble, I finally have some peace and quiet." Xiao Yu lowered his head and gently rubbed the top of her head with the tip of his nose, his tone filled with fatigue as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Quiet?" Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow and pointed at Wawa's small back. "Just now, I saw her sprinkle some frosting into your teacup with my own eyes. Your cup of 'Honey-stained Longjing' must be so sweet that it sticks to your tongue."

Xiao Yu smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "So, I, the Seventh Prince, was born to be a 'living target' for you three?"

"Your Highness is pleased." Shen Weiwan raised her head and kissed his chin, gently rubbing the mud on the corner of his robe with her fingertips. "Otherwise, why would you allow Kangkang to secretly replace the Hetian jade pendant on your jade belt hook with a candied haws stick?"

Suddenly, a scream was heard from afar. It turned out that Wa Wa had stuffed half a candied haws into Da Huang's doghouse, causing Da Huang to bark non-stop. Xiao Yu shook his head helplessly, but reached out to hold Shen Weiwan tighter.

As Shen Weiwan watched the children play, her mind involuntarily flashed back to the bitter cold of the snow in her previous life, her aunt's hypocritical smile on the day of her rebirth, and Liu Ming's current miserable state on the road to exile. Along the way, she had relied on no sorcery or schemes, but simply on her devious wits and a relentless refusal to bow to fate, trampling underfoot those who had wronged her.

Now firmly in the General's family fortune, the remnants of the Liu family's scumbag family have no chance of resurgence. She now has a husband who dotes on her, and a pair of children who have inherited her talent for deceiving others. Every day in the Prince's mansion is filled with unexpected surprises, but also with the warmth and peace she never dared to dream of in her previous life.

As for the future? Shen Weiwan watched as Kengkeng quietly tied her braid to Dahuang's tail while Wawa wasn't paying attention. Listening to her daughter's exasperated screams and her husband's helpless dissuasion, a hearty smile slowly rose at the corner of her mouth.

These days of cunning and deceitful wit have only just begun. From a wronged soul slain in the snow to the now-mandatory mistress of the Prince's mansion, Shen Weiwan, with her wit and cunning, has lived the most exhilarating and unrestrained life in the capital. And this uniquely hers will surely carry over to her children, generation after generation, as they continue to play tricks and laugh under the eaves of this Prince's mansion.