The princess regretted it.

The old woman was genuinely surprised by the woman's intense reaction, and couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be true, as my master suspected, that this jade button is the key?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, then looked at the woman, her mouth slightly open, and for a moment she didn't answer immediately.

After a moment, she slowly spoke, "Young lady, that jade button... The jade button is emerald green, with a warm color, and some fine patterns engraved on it. I just took a look at it when I was cleaning it, and didn't pay much attention to what was special about it. But it looks like something that a wealthy family has." After she finished speaking, she paused for a moment, then continued, "Young lady, don't worry, how about I get it to you now? This way you can see it with your own eyes, and maybe you can remember something important." There was a hint of temptation in the old woman's tone, and her eyes were fixed on the woman, waiting for her response.

The woman's breathing was still rapid. She stared at the old woman, her eyes filled with anxiety and desire. After a moment, she said in a trembling voice, "Mammy, hurry, go get it." The old woman nodded slightly, turned around and walked away quickly.

The room suddenly fell silent, but the woman's heart was still beating like a drum. Various theories raced through her mind. Whose jade button did it belong to? Why was it on her clothes? Could it be connected to the hunt she was being pursued? Countless questions swirled within her. She couldn't quite recall the final scene of her murder. The doctor said it was due to the shock, a self-protective action of her consciousness. Perhaps the scene was too bloody, and she didn't want to recall it. This made her increasingly anxious.

Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. The woman kept glancing toward the door, hoping the maid would return soon. Finally, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from afar, and her body tensed involuntarily. The maid entered, holding a small cloth bag. She came to the woman and gently opened the bag, revealing the emerald green jade buckle. It was clearly a jade buckle a man would wear on his belt.

The woman reached out her hand, trembling, and took up the jade button, examining it carefully. The jade button lay in her palm, its emerald green like new leaves in early spring, emitting a warm and soft luster. She gently turned the jade button, observing the lines in it from different angles. The lines were delicate and exquisite, like a mysterious symbol, or a code that was difficult to decipher.

Her fingers gently rubbed the surface of the jade buckle, feeling its delicate texture. However, no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't recall anyone around her owning such a jade buckle. She only had a vague memory of having seen it before, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall it clearly. The more she tried to recall it, the more her head ached, a pain like sharp needles, unbearable. She couldn't help but pound her head, trying to clear her mind and recall the forgotten memory.

When the old woman saw this, she hurried forward and grabbed her hand, saying anxiously: "Young lady, don't hurt yourself like this. If you can't remember it, just think about it slowly, but don't hurt yourself." The old woman's voice was full of concern and kindness.

The woman took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Then, supported by the maid, she slowly leaned back. Since waking, she had remained silent and hadn't revealed her identity to anyone. Her rescuer had never appeared, let alone sent anyone to inquire about her. She secretly wondered if her rescue was truly a coincidence.

For so many days and nights, she could only lie on this bed in this room, needing someone to take care of her everything. At this moment, she suddenly missed home very much, missed her mother, missed everything at home, but she didn't even know when she would get better, her heart was full of confusion and helplessness.

She leaned against the headboard with a gloomy face, her eyes dim and tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. The tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, leaving wet marks on her pale cheeks.

Seeing this, the old woman immediately comforted her, "Young lady, don't cry. It's not good if your tears get on the wound. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it now. Just heal the wound first. Maybe you will remember it one day. Then you can go home and ask your family to help you make the decision."

After saying this, she seemed to think of something else and muttered to herself, "Oh, what a sin! Life is so unpredictable! I wonder if it's just bad luck or something else. Not long ago, the young lady from the Lin family had her leg broken by a carriage. They still haven't found the culprit, and she's still recuperating. I don't know who she offended to suffer this misfortune. Even the young ladies from the wealthy families in the capital aren't safe either."

The woman slowly opened her eyes and asked hoarsely, "Miss Lin? Which Miss Lin?" There was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

The old woman seemed not to have expected her to be interested in this. She patted her lips and said regretfully, "Oh, it's nothing! I was just being nosy. Don't worry. The doctor said that as long as you take good care of your injury, it will heal."

However, the woman's eyes were still fixed on the old woman, as if waiting for her further answer.

The old woman stammered, "It seems so. It belongs to the Shangshu family."

"Minister? Minister Lin of the Ministry of Revenue?" The woman's voice rose slightly, a hint of urgency in her voice. Her eyes were fixed on the woman, as if trying to discern more from her face. An inexplicable sense of nervousness welled up in the woman's heart. She had a feeling that this might be connected to the pursuit of her.

The old woman silently watched her reaction, a complex expression in her eyes. She stood there quietly, saying nothing more, only nodding gently in agreement, "It seems so. However, I also heard it from others. I'm not sure. Young lady, you should rest for a while. I have something else to do." After saying this, the old woman slowly turned and walked out.

The room suddenly fell silent. The woman's gaze remained fixed on the direction the old woman had left, her mind swirling with thoughts. Was this such a coincidence? Miss Lin was hit, and she was being hunted for unknown reasons. Could these two events be connected? She tried to find some clue that connected them, but her mind was a mess, a blur of images intertwined, making it impossible to sort out the clues. The woman sighed helplessly and slowly closed her eyes.