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

She stared blankly behind her. Song Wenyuan followed her gaze and could no longer see the Wen family. He thought Yuan Ge was reluctant to leave the Wen family, so he retracted his gaze and said calmly, "The Wen family is not far from the Song family. If you want to come back, you can come back anytime."

Rich families have a lot of rules. Even if the family lives only across a street, one cannot go back to one's parents' home every now and then. However, this rule does not exist for Song Wenyuan. He retracted his gaze to the pot of lilies and changed the subject, "You don't like chrysanthemums, but you like lilies?" There was an inexplicable mischievous smile in his voice.

It was not surprising that the other party knew the reason why he punished Qiu Ju. That almost unreasonable excuse was probably already known to everyone in the Bo's Mansion.

She touched her nose, let go of some of her sentimentality and said, "It's all okay. I like roses more." On Zhixuan Mountain, she planted an entire wall of roses. When there was wind, the flowers and leaves swayed in the wind, which was very beautiful.

Song Wenyuan nodded rather dully without saying anything. It seemed that he had no interest in flowers and plants.

So, again, speechless.

It wasn't awkward at all. Song Wenyuan took out a book from somewhere and leaned lazily against the wall of the car. Due to his injury, his face was pale, making him look weak and pitiful... He didn't look like the ruthless and decisive Jinyiwei commander as rumored, but more like a pale-faced scholar.

The white-covered book felt Yuan Ge's gaze and just casually raised its eyelids, then focused on the book in its hand. The only sound in the carriage was the occasional turning of pages.

Miss Yuan never knew how to stop when she was ahead. Since the other party did not say anything to stop her, she propped up her chin and admired the weak and beautiful man leisurely. It's not that she has never seen weak and beautiful men before. Her brother was also very good-looking, but he was an extremely gentle person. Song Wenyuan was different. In his pale and handsome appearance, there was a very aggressive demonic aura.

The little girl's eyes were fixed straight ahead, without any concealment at all, and it was impossible to read a single word of the book... After a long time, until the eyes that seemed to be real disappeared, Song Wenyuan looked up and saw the little girl nodding her head with her chin supported, and fell asleep.

The palm-sized face, with beautiful features and a little blush, looks childish and cute, curled up in the corner like a soft and vulnerable cat. But Song Wenyuan knows that this cat... is wild and untamed.

He stared at the sleeping face for a long while, then curled the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly...

……

When Yuan Ge woke up, the carriage had already stopped at the gate of the mansion. The warm sun shone through the curtains, but it was not dazzling. Next to him was Shi Yin, who was sitting in a proper posture. The air was filled with the pleasant and soothing scent of pine wood, faint and almost imperceptible. Song Wenyuan was nowhere to be found.

"Where is Song Wenyuan?" Yuan Ge rubbed his eyes and sat up, calling him by his full name in a daze, with a familiarity that he didn't even notice.

Shi Yin was startled by the address, but thought it was okay since there was no one around, so she just said, "Just when I arrived at the door, my son-in-law was called away by his men. He left in a hurry. He saw that you were sleeping soundly, so he told me to let you sleep. You have been sleeping at the door of your own house for a quarter of an hour..."

This man is still injured... It turns out that it is not easy to be the commander who seems so powerful on the surface.

Yuan Ge shook his head and sighed, and returned to Luofengxuan. The servants came in with boxes of different sizes, mostly containing things from Wen Qian's room, clothes, jewelry, books, and some correspondence. There was a box with a few yellowed books tied to it, which accidentally fell to the ground. Yuan Ge bent down to pick it up and flipped through it. It was an introductory book on chess prepared by her father. Some parts of the book were simply pointed out, and some were just simple symbols, but they seemed to be the finishing touch, which made people suddenly enlightened.

The ink looks new and has a familiar pine scent.

Yuan Ge lowered his brows and smiled, took the sour plum soup brought by Ling'er, and sat in the rocking chair, leisurely flipping through the introductory chess manual that had been taught by the "expert" - it turned out that he was reading this book in the carriage. Wen Changling said that Song Wenyuan would be a good teacher, and now it seems to be true. It's just that she has no interest in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She learned some superficial things in her childhood and then neglected them. Now she feels a little powerless to pick them up again.

Fortunately, Wen Qian is also an unlearned person...

After only half a cup of tea, Yuan Ge felt drowsy again.

In fact, she did not sleep well during this period. She always had nightmares at night. The dreams were like a fleeting tour, with blurry figures and seemingly plausible stories. Some were Yuan Ge's own memories, and some were Wen Qian's memories. They were mixed together, making it difficult for her to distinguish between herself and Wen Qian.

On the contrary, she had just had the most comfortable sleep in the carriage. The faint scent of pine in her dream made her nostalgic... She was thinking about going out for a walk in the next two days, buying some incense, and some clothes and jewelry. Wen Qian wore mostly white clothes, which she really didn't like.

She likes the bustling and colorful flowers.

Just as he was thinking, Aunt Xu came in with a woman. The woman had an ordinary appearance but a very good temperament. She was calm and composed in her every frown and smile. She introduced herself as Xing Xiulian, an embroiderer from Jinxiu Pavilion, who was ordered by Lord Song to take measurements for the young lady. As she spoke, she slightly turned sideways, revealing a maid holding a piece of cloth behind her.

There were a lot of materials, all of which were popular in Shengjing City at the moment, with all kinds of patterns and colors, mostly red, which was very much to her liking. But, wasn't this man called away by his subordinates to do some work, so why did he think of sending her clothes?

Xing Xiulian added, "Lord Song said that since we damaged the young lady's dress today, we should compensate her. The extra amount will be used as payment for the next few days."

Remuneration? What remuneration? Yuan Ge was dumbfounded, and then realized that this man was still thinking about her changing his dressings every day? Although, this remuneration... was quite high. Jinxiu Pavilion was the best ready-made clothing shop in Shengjing. It was said that the nobles in the palace would sometimes invite the embroiderers of Jinxiu Pavilion to the palace. Most of the embroidery work on hand could be scheduled for several months... Of course, it was also the most expensive.

Putting aside other things, Song Wenyuan is really generous.

Maybe it would be a good idea for his injury to be known to others. It would just be a matter of changing the medicine. It was only a few steps from Luofengxuan to Song Wenyuan's Qichi Pavilion... This business was a sure win no matter how you looked at it! Yuan Ge walked past a row of fabrics, squinting his eyes and smiling like a fox, looking back and asking, "What if... I left all of this behind?"

The other party still had a smiling face, "Of course it's fine. Lord Song also said that from now on, anything the young lady likes in Jinxiu Pavilion can be directly recorded in his account."

……

Yuan Ge was dumbfounded. Is the salary of the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard so high?