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

Although Song Wenyuan didn't hear what the two were saying, he saw the little girl's figure swaying slightly out of the corner of his eye. He raised his eyelids to look over and saw her biting her lips tightly. He couldn't help but frowned.

"Which year?" Murong Yuxuan calculated uncertainly, "Sixteen, seventeen... probably about sixteen, seventeen or eighteen years. These years seem to have passed very quickly, and every day is the same. Sometimes I even forget what happened not long ago, and when I look back I realize that such a long time has passed... Last winter was spent in a small town, and the New Year was also celebrated there. While every household was having a reunion dinner, I was in the only inn in that town, eating a plate of braised beef and a plate of dumplings by myself. At that time, I felt that this was probably how my life would be, a person, traveling alone, until I couldn't move on anymore." After saying that, he laughed again.

Yuan Ge glanced at him.

The last bit of suspicion and distrust that had been left over these days showed signs of gradually cracking and disintegrating in these words.

Sixteen, seventy, or eight years. Counting the time, Murong Shaorou left the Murong family and went to Shengjing City. She met Wen Changling, married into the Wen family, and then became pregnant and gave birth to Wen Qian. All these times match, except... the time on her mother's side doesn't match. If it were Murong Yuxuan, he would definitely know, right? He was calculating in his heart, but his face didn't show it at all. He even stroked Wen Xiaobai with one hand, tightened his back teeth, and changed the subject a little stiffly, "Then, what about the other sister? I heard you mention it before. You said she married Zhixuan Mountain? But is she Yuan Ge's mother?"

The other party looked surprised, but then quickly felt relieved, and even found a good "reason" for the other party's sudden interest in the Murong family's affairs. "By the way, the young lady knew Yuan Ge, no wonder... that child is also a miserable person. She lost her mother at a young age. She should have been able to remember things by then. How hard she must have been these years... I heard that she accidentally fell off a cliff while picking herbs, alas..."

Yuan Ge almost didn't hear the following words. She heard every word and thought she understood it, but for some reason, when they were put together, she suddenly felt that she didn't dare to understand.

Her fingertips clenched suddenly, Wen Xiaobai felt the pain and jumped out with a cry, running towards Song Wenyuan on his four short legs. Yuan Ge's arms fell empty, and he came back to his senses in a daze, his eyes fell on his empty palm, the criss-crossing veins looked like a net, trapping every tiny ant.

“Yuan Ge…” She opened her mouth and then opened it again, “Does Yuan Ge’s mother know that Murong Shaorou ran away from home?”

She didn't dare to ask why her mother died or the year she passed away, so she had to ask indirectly - her aunt disappeared after she was born, and if her mother had passed away by then, she would not have known about it.

Murong Yuxuan finally noticed something strange about Yuan Ge, but he didn't know where it came from. He just thought that the teenage girl couldn't bear to see these things that would separate them forever. So he just sighed, looked up at the sky, and said, "I know." Gently, but with certainty.

Yuan Ge's face turned pale, and she felt her whole body stiff. She wanted to look at Murong Yuxuan to see if there was any sign of lying on his face, but her neck could not turn... She maintained her original posture and listened to the other party's gentle voice, "Shao Ai gave birth to Yuan Qi in the winter of the first year after she got married. The birth injured her body and she was not suitable for traveling. Since then, she has never returned home to visit her parents. She did send letters home, but not many. Usually, the eldest lady wrote three or four letters, and she replied one, mostly chatting about family matters, talking about Yuan Qi, talking about Yuan Ge, and finally greeting us, like a routine greeting. Only after knowing that the eldest lady had proposed a marriage that Shao Ai did not like and persuading her to no avail, there were no more letters from home, but the two sisters have a good relationship, so they naturally keep in touch privately."

The more Murong Yuxuan spoke, the paler Yuan Ge's face became, but the corners of his mouth were bitten bright red, making his face look even paler than paper.

Let's talk about Yuan Qi, let's talk about Yuan Ge... Everyone on Zhixuan Mountain said that her mother died of dystocia, so how could she send letters to the Murong family after she was born? Moreover, she had no memory of her mother at all. Even her brother said that her mother died of dystocia. She could doubt anyone and anything, but her brother would never lie to her!

What on earth is going on?!

The atmosphere of life that seemed so real and lively just now gradually faded away. The warmth and the liveliness seemed to be isolated from another world. The warm winter sun shone on Yuan Ge's body, but she could not feel any warmth at all. She was like a real wandering soul, a lonely soul that could not feel the warmth. Murong Yuxuan was still saying something, but when those words floated into her ears, she could not hear anything.

How did the mother die? Was the fatal letter to the aunt written by the mother? If the sisters were so affectionate, why had they not contacted each other for so many years? If they had not seen each other for so many years, why did they suddenly set off on the road alone after more than a month? What role did the Murong family, who had never appeared, play in this?

Yuan Ge couldn't figure it out. She pinched her palms tightly to calm her disordered and rapid breathing. The questions she asked became increasingly sharp, almost interrogating, "You said you have been looking for Shao Rou for more than ten years, and you also said that the two sisters must have had private contact. Why don't you go to Zhixuan Mountain to find Murong Shaoai and ask her?"

The sudden rise in the voice startled the other party, as well as Song Wenyuan in the corridor, and even made the two people who were still fighting stop fighting. However, Yuan Ge just clenched his palms tightly, looked up at Murong Yuxuan, and asked word by word, "Why?"

"I... I, I went there. I'm not from Zhixuan Mountain, so I could only wait for her in the front mountain, but she didn't see me... I waited for three days in Zhixuan Mountain, but she still didn't see me. I sent someone to bring a message, but she ignored it. She blamed the eldest lady, me, and the Murong family... She would rather Shao Ai stay away from the Murong family, so naturally she wouldn't tell me anything..." Murong Yuxuan looked at Yuan Ge, who suddenly seemed to have an emotional outburst, and glanced at the people around who were looking at him. He was a little confused, even a little at a loss. He hurriedly explained, and then belatedly questioned, "Young Madam, do you... do you know something?"

"Madam, do you know where Shao Rou is?"

When Murong Yuxuan asked this question, his pupils trembled.

In the corridor over there, Song Wenyuan held Wen Xiaobai in his arms and slowly stood up...

Yuan Ge swallowed his saliva, as if swallowing all the turbulent emotions, and quietly looked up at Murong Yuxuan, not wanting to miss even the slightest expression on his face. Then he said word by word, "Murong Yuxuan, I don't know Murong Shaorou, and I have never heard of the surname Murong in Shengjing City. You are the first and only one."

Her face was pale and gloomy, with a feeling of impending storm.