Concubine Gu will definitely be on guard. Madam Zhao’s identity is so important, so there must be someone monitoring her around her long ago. Alas!

When I sighed and was about to leave, I found a corner of black oiled paper in the newly turned vegetable field from the corner of my eyes.

The color of the oil paper is very similar to that of the soil. If you don’t look closely, you can’t find it at all. Pei Xiaoqing stretched out her hand to pull out the piece of paper. When her hands sank, she couldn’t even pull it out. She dug out the soil beside the paper and found that there was a tiled altar under the soil.

Pei Xiaoqing has seen a bin burying a pot on the vegetable field as a water storage. However, it was the first time Pei Xiaoqing saw it that she had buried a tiled jar in the middle of the vegetable field. She was a little strange to uncover the lid of the jar. Sure enough, she found a small purse inside. She looked around, grabbed the purse quietly in her hand, and then covered the mud as it was.

Back at Ziyuan, Pei Xiaoqing opened her purse with some excitement. It was a beautiful string of glass bracelets, with bright colors and crystal clear. Since Madam Zhao was demoted to the North Courtyard, she lived a poor life. As far as she had to grow vegetables herself, she could see that she was short of money. This string of glass was rare in this era, and ordinary wealthy families might not have it. Madam Zhao, a demoted slave, has such a rare thing, but she did not buy it to improve living conditions. Instead, she buried it in the vegetable soil. It was incredible.

Pei Xiaoqing rubbed the glass beads, just like seeing her long-lost relatives, and she felt very complicated. According to her, there was not much glass in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The ancestor of the Shangguan family may have produced large quantities of glass products, but their descendants did not inherit the industry, but gave up on glass production. After hundreds of years, the previous glass products were either broken or sold to various parts of the mainland. After dispersed consumption, there was little left. What they could own was the palaces and powerful people in various countries.

Even in the Ning Prince's Mansion, she hadn't had a glass product, but Madam Zhao had it. This was really weird.

Pei Xiaoqing looked at the window and shone the string of glass beads. Finally, she found a small word on the beads: "Yu"

What does this word mean? Is a person’s name? Why does Madam Zhao have such a string of beads?

Gu Concubine Gu rewarded it?

It should be unlikely, because in this era, glass should be more valuable than the best ice jade. It is rare to be expensive. If Gu Fangfu has it, why don’t he keep it yourself? How could he be willing to reward people?

She was thinking, and Qinghuai came to report outside: "Second grandma, I have invited the herbs."

Pei Xiaoqing then put the beads and sat in the main hall. Vanilla looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and pale, and there was a sense of sorrow that could not be transformed between her eyebrows.

Pei Xiaoqing told her about the murder of Madam Zhao.

The situation at that time was described very carefully. When Vanilla heard it, her face turned pale, and a layer of fear was covered in her eyes.

Pei Xiaoqing said: "Where are your parents?"

"Dead." Vanilla replied timidly.

Dead? The only relative of vanilla is Ma Ma Zhao?

"Did you often visit Madam Zhao before?" Pei Xiaoqing felt a little pitiful to the girl in front of her.

Vanilla nodded.

"Did Concubine Gu treat you well? On weekdays, does your grandma tell you about the past? For example, why did your grandma get traumatized with her legs?"
Chapter completed!