After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

As Song Xizhi spoke, the image of Master Yuanhui's birthday wishes to the Empress Dowager suddenly came to mind.

May you be blessed with good fortune, longevity, and health at all times. As the mother of the world, it is hoped that you will be compassionate, extend kindness to all beings, and possess a heart as clear as a mirror.

At the time, Song Xizhi thought it was just a blessing from Master Yuanhui to the Empress Dowager, who was a devout Buddhist. But now, he thinks it was more like a warning.

Compassionate and compassionate, dedicated to saving all sentient beings, with a heart as clear as a mirror...

He was warning the Empress Dowager not to do anything that would harm the people or deceive her own conscience!

Not only was Song Xizhi extremely shocked, but Pei Yunyi remained silent for a very long time.

Song Xizhi gazed at him silently, knowing the pain and struggle in Pei Yunyi's heart.

The vague suspicions of the past are different from the certainty we feel now in the face of evidence.

He discovered that his grandmother was a spy from the Western Rong, who had killed his mother's clan, assassinated his father, caused his family's destruction, and nearly died on the frontier, leaving no trace of his remains.

He realized that his brother, with whom he had fought side by side and shared life and death, was a spy from the Western Rong, the true culprit who conspired to kill him on the frontier.

The surroundings were very quiet; in the quiet Song Xizhi City, only Pei Yunyi's heavy breathing could be heard.

She hesitated, reaching out to comfort the man before her, but the next moment, she saw him suddenly raise his head, his deep eyes filled with unparalleled clarity:

“Since the Empress Dowager is a spy for the Western Rong, then the He Jingyan in front of us is definitely not the real He Jingyan. He must be an inside man planted by the Empress Dowager.”

“The real He Jingyan would never do such a thing, no matter what he has been through.”

"He would never betray his country."

Ever since Pei Yunyi learned that He Jingyan in front of him had problems, he had had such suspicions in his heart.

Now that he has confirmed that the Empress Dowager is the mastermind behind all of this, and that He Jingyan has a connection with the Western Rong, he is even more certain of everything.

Countless soldiers under his command died fighting against the Western Rong.

It's the kind of comrade-in-arms you spend every day with, who was eating and practicing martial arts with you one day, and the next day he became a lifeless corpse.

They were the kind of green recruits who vowed to make a name for themselves one day, only to be skinned and dismembered by the Western Rong people the next, their heads hung on the city gate to be exposed to the scorching sun.

Many more soldiers died and their bodies were never found.

All the soldiers on the frontier have an irreconcilable hatred for the Western Rong.

He believed that He Jingyan could turn against him for any reason and play tricks on him, but he absolutely did not believe that He Jingyan was a spy from the Western Rong who had infiltrated the Great Qian from the very beginning.

Unless that person is fake, they must be fake.

Upon hearing his words, Song Xizhi slowly raised his head, and childhood memories surfaced before his eyes.

She still remembers the boy's thin chest, his youthful voice, and his firm words.

Song Xizhi also couldn't believe that such a person, born into the Marquis of Anding's mansion and who had devoted the first half of his life to the Great Qian Dynasty, could be a spy for the Western Rong.

Thinking it over, Song Xizhi reached out and grasped Pei Jingyan's hand again. Feeling the man's cold body temperature, and even the fine sweat on his palms, she nodded in agreement: "I also think it's impossible."

"You disguised yourself as He Jingyan for so long, and no one in the world discovered it. So why can't the person in front of you be an imposter?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Yunyi slowly raised his eyes and stared intently at Song Xizhi: "No matter who he is, you must not risk your life to test whether he is wearing a human skin mask."

Song Xizhi looked at him awkwardly: "Is my intention that obvious?"

Pei Yunyi nodded seriously: "It's practically written all over your face. You're capable of doing this, and I've learned my lesson the hard way."

Just like how I used to wiggle around him with fiery passion, it was all in order to eventually tear off his mask.

Song Xizhi gave an awkward chuckle and, under Pei Yunyi's deathly gaze, abandoned the idea.

The two stood up from the ground, and Song Xizhi heard a soft sigh from the man beside him:

"No matter where he is, I will find him, alive or dead."

…………

Song Xizhi returned to the Marquis of Anding's residence, and, carrying such a big secret in his heart, slept soundly with great anxiety.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.

However, her door was tightly closed. She usually went to the Imperial Hospital for her shift early in the morning, so she got up late today and no one came looking for her.

However, the Marquis of Anding's residence was quite lively today.

Song Xi asked Granny Wu what was going on.

Hearing the rumors outside, Granny Wu replied, "It's the old matriarch of the Huang family who has arrived. She's having tea with Huang Jiaxian in the flower hall right now."

Song Xizhi nodded thoughtfully.

Since the day the Huang family caused a scene at the Marquis of Anding's residence, and He Jingyan resolved the matter, the estrangement between the Marquis of Anding's residence and the Huang family has diminished considerably.

Old Madam Huang also frequently visited Huang Shi, hoping to preserve Huang Shi's position.

Even Huang Siqi, the clan head and vice minister of the Court of State Ceremonial, repeatedly came to comfort He Yunce, out of concern for He Yunce's muteness, urging him not to stay in the mansion every day and to go out for a walk.

He Yunze always felt like a useless person. It was rare for his maternal grandfather to talk to him every day, comforting and encouraging him.

Receiving such love and care from his maternal grandfather has somewhat improved He Yunce's mood these days, despite his lack of affection.

Occasionally, he can go out for a stroll with his maternal grandfather.

Marquis Anding was quite pleased to see this.

The person he couldn't persuade himself to leave was persuaded to leave by others. Marquis An Ding even began to think that what He Jingyan said in the flower hall that day made a lot of sense.

Everything is for Yun Ce's good!

At this moment, He Yunze and his maternal grandfather Huang Siqi were sitting in a teahouse outside, enjoying tea.

Huang Siqi inquired about He Yunce's many hobbies, so he specially sent people to various places in the east and west of the city to buy He Yunce's favorite candied hawthorns and various pastries.

Even when He Yunze wanted to drink tea, Huang Siqi said there was no need to be reserved and that he should just drink his favorite milk.

He Yunze was speechless, but his eyes were moist with emotion. He sincerely wrote a few words on the table with tea.

Thank you, Grandfather.

Huang Siqi simply smiled and shook his head, his eyes still showing some concern: "Seeing you gradually come out of this, I feel relieved. I am your maternal grandfather, why should you thank me?"

Upon hearing this, He Yunze shook his head, his expression somewhat sorrowful.

I'm a useless person; few people care about me.

Huang Siqi's eyes shifted slightly, then he reached out and patted He Yunce's shoulder: "You're not a cripple!"

"You put in so much effort in the past and came up with such good ideas for His Majesty, but now it's just bad luck."

"Yun Ce, are you really content to stay cooped up in the Marquis's mansion all day long?"