"What is it?" Shao Wanru's eyes fell on a small piece of jade before her. It looked like a token. The fruit was made of blue jade, while yellow jade was the base. It should have been like a fruit, but this token looked like a flattened fruit. At first glance, it seemed an authenticating object of the inner court.

Of course, it couldn't be a real authenticating object. Instead, the word "token" appeared in Shao Wanru's mind.

"This token will be yours from now ...