These words reached Liu's ears clearly. She felt dizzy and almost fainted. Shen Ruorou hurriedly supported her, but she pushed her away. Her nails pinched several red marks on Shen Ruorou's wrists: "Get out! It's all because of you, a waste! You can't even tie a man down!"

Shen Ruoruo pouted in grievance, and the old scratches on the back of her neck were red from her scratching. Seeing this, Shen Weiwan deliberately raised her voice: "Cousin, is your neck itchy again? Do you want me to find the bag of 'itch-relieving' grass clippings from last time? I guarantee that it will work with just one scratch!"

Shen Ruorou was so frightened that her face turned pale. She clenched her hands on the back of her neck even tighter and ran back to Xiefangyuan crying. She didn't even dare to pick up the pearl hairpin in her bun when it fell to the ground. Liu looked at the scene of being deserted by everyone and stamped her feet and screamed: "Chen Weiwan! Just wait for me! I won't let you go!"

As the sun set, the area in front of the General's Mansion finally quieted down, with only a few sour scholars still arguing about the chicken and the egg under the tree. Shen Weiwan sat under the porch, watching Xiao Yu peel the lychees with silver tweezers, the crystal flesh gleaming in the sunset.

"Your Highness," she suddenly said, her voice soft, "Liu will not let this go."

Xiao Yu handed her the peeled lychees and brushed his fingertips across her palm: "With me here, she can't cause any trouble." His tone was firm, as if giving her a reassurance.

Shen Weiwan bit down the lychee, and the sweet juice melted on the tip of her tongue. She thought of the coldness of the snow in her previous life, and then looked at the warm person in front of her, her eyes became a little hot: "Your Highness, thank you."

Xiao Yu used a piece of silk to wipe the juice from the corner of her mouth, his movements as gentle as a feather brushing past: "Silly girl, you're still saying thank you to me?"

Chuntao ran over with the account book in her arms, her face full of smiles: "Miss! The old housekeeper said the key to the storeroom has been found!"

"Really?" Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up and she stood up.

"Yes!" Chun Tao nodded vigorously. "I found it in the secret compartment behind the old lady's tablet. It still has the general's jade pendant hanging on it!"

Xiao Yu looked at her eyes, which were shining with excitement, and said with a smile: "It seems that even if the general is still alive, he would not want to see his family property fall into the hands of others."

Shen Weiwan took the key, the cool metal poking her palm. It was a bronze Pisces key, inscribed with a delicate lotus pattern. This key was not only the key to the storeroom, but also the mark of her rebirth and the symbol of the Shen family's dignity.

"Liu," she whispered softly, a cold light flashing in her eyes, "your good days are over."

Xiao Yu held her hand, and the warmth of his palm came through the key: "Well, I'll accompany you."

In Xiefang Courtyard, Liu smashed the last jade vase to the ground, sending shards of porcelain splattering onto the hem of Shen Ruorou's skirt. She looked at the mess on the ground, a sinister glint in her eyes, her hair disheveled like a ghost.

"Mom, what...what should we do now?" Shen Ruoruo huddled in the corner, the scratches on the back of her neck oozing blood.

Liu gnashed her teeth, grabbed a golden hairpin and snapped it: "I don't believe it!" Her voice was hoarse, like a poisoned snake, "Go! Call Wang the butcher from the west of the city! Even if it takes an eight-man sedan chair to force her to marry off, I must marry Shen Weiwan off!"

Shen Ruorou was trembling with fear, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Mom, Wang the Butcher... He looks like a black blind man..."

"Shut up!" Liu screamed and slapped her. "As long as I can destroy Shen Weiwan, I'd marry her to a pig!"

But she didn't know that at this moment, in Tinglan Courtyard, Shen Weiwan was standing side by side with the Seventh Prince in front of the storeroom. The old housekeeper held the account book and reported respectfully: "Miss, Seventh Prince, the account books of the money that Liu Shi withheld from the household and the land that she sold over the years are all here."

Shen Weiwan flipped open the yellowed account book, looked at the shocking figures on it, and sneered. The moonlight outside the window shone on her, coating her with a layer of silver armor.

"Chun Tao," she put down the account book, her voice calm but powerful, "Get the rice paper and wolf hair brush ready. I need to write a letter to the emperor."

Xiao Yu looked at her straight back, his eyes full of admiration: "Do you need me to help you polish it?"

Shen Weiwan shook her head, picked up the pen, and smudged the ink on the rice paper. The handwriting was elegant but sharp: "No need. This is my Shen family's family affair, I want to settle it myself."

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting the shadows of the two men standing side by side on the ground. Shen Weiwan knew that Liu's conspiracy was just a speck of dust on her road to revenge. In this life, she not only had to protect the honor of the General's Mansion, but also make all those who had hurt her pay the price. And the Seventh Prince beside her was her strongest support.

The night in the General's Mansion was quiet and powerful. Shen Weiwan looked at the bright moon outside the window, her heart filled with hope. Her legend had just begun, and those clown-like enemies would eventually be trampled under her feet.