After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

In the back garden in late autumn, the flowers and plants are well cared for and there is still a lush and lively atmosphere.

The sunlight shines on it, and the colorful flowers are dazzling.

Yuan Ge closed his eyes, his gaze fell on the rockery beside him, and his voice was hoarse, "Have you told your father about this?"

The other party shook his head. "Don't blame him. He actually believes more than anyone that your mother didn't die in an accident, but as the Minister of Revenue, he has no choice. He doesn't have the manpower, so if he wants to investigate the case, he can only rely on his colleagues in the court. He can risk his face to ask for help, but once or twice...if it's more than that, even he will be embarrassed. Others have done their best."

"At that time, his colleagues had many complaints, and His Majesty was also dissatisfied. Your father...was no longer able to do anything."

Yes, everyone has their own limitations, and we cannot ruin the lives and future of the living for the sake of the dead.

Yuan Ge lowered his eyes and sighed. After a while, he looked up with a weak smile in his eyes. "I understand everything. I won't blame my father... When my mother passed away, I was only two years old. I don't have many memories of her. After all these years, I can't tell the difference between reality and fiction... I always feel sad."

Yuan Ge couldn't figure out one thing. If Wen Qian's mother Rou'er was Murong Shaorou, then according to Murong Yuxuan, the Murong family had not found any trace of Murong Shaorou in all these years, and they didn't know that the runaway girl had married and had children. But according to Wen Changling, Murong Shaorou was killed by a falling rock on her way back from visiting her relatives... So, where did Murong Shaorou go, what did she do, and who did she meet during the time when she was supposed to be "visiting her relatives"?

Knowing that there is a high possibility that you will not come back, why do you still decide to go to the appointment alone?

After leaving the Wen family, Yuan Ge felt that the doubts in her heart increased instead of decreased. Everything was hidden behind the thick fog. The only thing that was certain was that her maternal grandfather's family... was not simple.

The sun was hanging directly overhead, and the world was still full of flowers and people were bustling about, greeting each other in groups of three or four. There was also a warm-hearted lady who didn't know me, but would smile and ask, "Have you eaten?" when she passed by me.

Very real fireworks.

The trance of the past half day came to an end in such fireworks. She looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh. It was nothing... I had died once, so what was there to be afraid of? No matter what the truth was, I had to move forward step by step. Even if I died halfway, it was just a dream after death. It was not a loss.

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Not long after Yuan Ge left Sanpinju, Qin Yongpei dressed in a low-key manner and entered Sanpinju. He went up to the second floor and came to the westernmost private room. He took off his bamboo hat and sat down. He looked at Tong Mingru, who was standing opposite him, and asked with a calm expression that could not tell whether he was happy or angry, "Sanpinju has many people and eyes. Recently, my father is very suspicious. It is better for you to act cautiously, my Lord."

Tong Mingru poured the tea and pushed it over. He raised his eyelids, and his pupils in his small eye sockets were shrewd. He asked directly, "Song Wenyuan was ambushed in the western suburbs. Was it your Highness's doing?"

"It's not you, Prime Minister—"

The questioning stopped abruptly, and the two people sitting face to face looked at each other, seeing doubt and confusion in each other's eyes.

Tong Mingru stroked the thin mustache he had carefully cared for, "Is it really not His Highness? Si Ping is His Highness's man. I thought..."

"What do you think?" Qin Yongpei rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Am I that stupid? I don't know what Song Wenyuan is capable of. If I really want to find someone to deal with him, would I find those weaklings with mediocre skills to alert the enemy? I thought that the Prime Minister had resorted to this desperate measure just to test Song Wenyuan... After all, the Prime Minister had also found two or three petty thieves to sneak into the Jin family at night."

How can Jin Yunian compare to Song Wenyuan? Although the Jin family is a family of military commanders, everyone is straightforward and simple, unlike the Song family kid, who has seven or eight or nine more twists and turns than others. Tong Mingru lazily leaned back in his chair and directly skipped the matter of the Jin family, "It's not me, I'm not that stupid."

"Is this prince so stupid?"

Although the two people present here have cooperated, they both have a "tacit understanding" to overturn the table and break up at any time. In addition, the marriage has not been completed, and no one trusts each other. At this moment, they look at each other and see clear suspicion and confusion in each other's eyes - very good, this matter really has nothing to do with them.

Qin Yongpei picked up the teacup and took a sip before looking over. His gentle mask was worn tightly. "So the Prime Minister called me here in such a hurry, just for this matter?"

The other person also picked up the teacup, holding it in his palm and playing with it casually, his eyelids half closed, making him look listless. After a while, he read a sentence in a low voice as if reading a manuscript, "It's just a few country bumpkins who injured Song Wenyuan's wife right under his nose... The two were forced to hide in the mountains for a night. What do you think of this?"

Under the watchful eyes of the public, this matter has become known to everyone without the need for any investigation.

Common people love to talk about this kind of thing and try to piece together some stories about the love and hatred between a talented man and a beautiful woman, or a couple in trouble. Qin Yongpei is naturally disdainful of it. Even when asked about it, he didn't even raise his eyelids. "What do I think? Song Wenyuan has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Who knows what he is up to! Maybe he wants to take this opportunity to get rid of Wen Qian, or maybe he is preparing to play a big game... Anyway, it wasn't us who did it, so why are you worried about it?"

Tong Mingru shook his head almost imperceptibly, suppressing the thought of flipping the table and breaking up. "Then, Your Highness, have you ever thought that Song Wenyuan is really unable to protect a weak woman?"

"What a joke—" Before the words came out of his mouth, Qin Yongpei looked directly into the other person's eyes. His heart shuddered at the stimulation of that sight, and he asked tentatively, "You mean... Song Wenyuan is disabled? But those people are indeed dead... Didn't Yao Yunfeng find those bodies at the foot of Wuxi Mountain?"

"Have you seen him take action again after that time?" The other person looked at him calmly with his eyelids drooping, and there was an inexplicable feeling of being unfathomable.

Qin Yongpei's mind raced. Song Wenyuan became famous in one battle and since then he had entered the official career, serving as the Northern Pacification Office and the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Later, his "notoriety" spread far and wide, and his face could stop a child from crying... Indeed, he had never been seen taking action again. Instead, he wore lighter fur coats and looser belts, like a weak scholar.

Qin Yongpei stood up with a swish, looking at the man opposite him with a look of madness, and his voice suddenly rose, "Is he really useless?!"

The man opposite frowned slightly and nodded calmly.