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

When Song Wenyuan hurried back to Luofengxuan, he happened to see the girl sitting on the chaise longue in the corridor. He paused, put away his umbrella and walked forward quickly, "Are you awake?"

The other person slowly raised his eyes, then slowly looked away expressionlessly. After a while, he responded in a low voice, "Yeah."

Song Wenyuan was stunned, and then he realized that Yuan Ge's condition didn't look right. Overnight, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and she huddled in the chaise longue. Although it was drizzling in the early autumn, there was still some summer warmth. She hugged a thin blanket, and her palm-sized face had a hollow expression. Under the blanket was a small bulge, like a kitten. The lively and bright girl in the past seemed to have been suddenly taken away from her soul.

Song Wenyuan frowned and asked her, "Where are Shiyin and Jianshu?"

Her reaction was much slower. She just stared at you blankly and shook her head for a while.

The girl whose every smile and frown was lively and bright seemed to have her soul suddenly taken away and turned into a puppet.

Song Wenyuan frowned and licked his back teeth. He suddenly felt that his worries were really in vain. This person was trying to kill himself for Qin Yongpei. It was not the first time that she had ruined her reputation and made him a laughing stock in Shengjing. But he was also a weird person. He actually believed her nonsense that she really had no interest in Qin Yongpei! He was angry and turned around to leave, but he heard someone behind him calling, "Song Wenyuan..."

After he finished speaking, Song Wenyuan turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" He looked annoyed, as if he was disappointed in his friend.

This time, the other party did not avoid or give way. He met his gaze with a blank look, but he did not avoid it. His two hands, wrapped like dumplings, were obviously exerting force. His voice was trembling and hoarse as he asked him, "Is the matter of Zhixuan Mountain... true?"

The topic suddenly came up, and Song Wenyuan was also slightly startled, "You... know him?"

He didn't deny it, nor did he ask what happened... Yuan Ge slowly lowered his eyebrows. It seemed that it was true. It was true. What was there to doubt? The news of "Yuan Ge's" death was true, so how could the news of his brother's death be false? It felt like a piece of his chest was being gouged out alive. It hurt so much that he couldn't even breathe.

Just now she was sitting here, the sky and earth were so quiet with continuous rain, as if she was the only one there. She felt in a trance that everything seemed so unreal. She couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream, nor could she tell whether she was Yuan Ge or Wen Qian... If she was really Wen Qian, if the years on Zhixuan Mountain were just a dream, didn't it prove that those deaths didn't exist... She would rather these were just her dreams, Yuan Ge, Yuan Qi, grandfather, everything on Zhixuan Mountain, and the parents she had never met, were all just a dream of hers, rather than accepting the separation of Yin and Yang.

She curled up even more, lowered her eyebrows and replied in a low voice, "Yes... We met once and chatted for a few minutes. We have known each other for a long time and we get along very well."

In fact, this statement is completely untenable, but Song Wenyuan did not doubt it and said in a gentle voice, "It's true."

Yuan Ge seemed to have known the result long ago. Even her expression did not change. She just slowly leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, and whispered, "I want to... I want to find a temple to pray for the dead souls." She wanted to go back to Zhixuan Mountain, but what could she do even if she went back with her current status? Song Wenyuan could believe her one-time encounter with Yuan Ge, but what about the people on Zhixuan Mountain? Besides, it was just a one-time encounter...

How could he lose his composure like this?

Song Wenyuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Okay, then let's go to Ciguang Temple. I'll make the arrangements." His voice was slightly deep and calm, which made people feel at ease.

"I want to do it myself." She lifted the thin blanket and sat up. "I am not in good health now, and it is not easy for me to travel to Zhixuan Mountain to worship. I have to do it myself, as a token of my appreciation."

"But..." Song Wenyuan looked at the two "dumplings" on her wrists, sighed lightly, and did not insist in the end. He only said, "Take it with you to judge the books. Things are not peaceful outside now, and she has some kung fu skills. Also, you must pay attention to your hands, and tell the maids to do anything." He kept worrying about it, and his frown never relaxed from beginning to end.

She responded in a low voice, and she seemed a little more popular than before, and her reaction was quicker, but her eyes were still empty... The little girl from Hui Dasheng's family had the same look just now.

A look like one who has lost one's parents.

The autumn rain was blown in by the wind and hit half of Song Wenyuan's face, making it cold.

He knew that there were many inexplicable things about "Wen Qian". The more he got to know her, the weirder she seemed. Her temperament, her way of dealing with people, and the red annotations on the medical book, all these puzzles were stuck in his throat, but he finally swallowed them back. His Adam's apple rolled, and as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he lowered his voice and asked, "You... the doctor said that you were so angry, is it because of this?"

She sat there with her legs bent, her chin resting on her knees, and replied, "Well... I heard that you were the one who sent me back."

This was said by Jianshu. When Yuange just woke up and was still confused, Jianshu knelt down in front of him and apologized, saying that he failed to protect his master and caused his master to fall asleep after hitting his head. The girl insisted that it was because of her failure to protect her that Yuange fell asleep. As for the theory that he was angry, Jianshu didn't believe a word of it.

What a stubborn girl. Yuan Ge said again, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No problem." Song Wenyuan calmed his mouth and said carefully, "Although you and I are not husband and wife in reality, we are husband and wife in name only. There is no need for us to be so polite. Do you need me to accompany you to Ciguang Temple?"

She shook her head and said no, but there was still sadness in her eyes.

Song Wenyuan let her go and just said, "Okay, then you take care of yourself. The abbot of Ciguang Temple is called Jingchen, and I have some friendship with him. You can go find him."

After saying that, seeing Yuan Ge nod in response, he called over Shi Yin, who had been standing beside him with the medicine for a while, and said a few words to him before turning around and leaving. As he walked, he asked Lin Mu, "Did Hui Dasheng deliver it?"

"It has been sent... Master, do you feel there is something fishy? The coroners under Lord Yao are all experienced. I'm afraid we can't find out anything else." Lin Mu followed closely and reported without deliberately lowering his voice. After taking two steps, he subconsciously turned back to look at Yuan Ge and asked quietly, "Master, do you... do you believe what the Third Young Master's wife said?" He always felt that something was wrong.

Although Mr. Xu suddenly heard the bad news, he was not so angry.

Song Wenyuan tilted his head to glance at him, his eyes seemed to be tinged with the coolness of the autumn rain. He took the umbrella from the other party and ordered, "Ask Yanhuo to accompany me, and you go and receive the punishment by yourself."

Lin Mu stood there dumbfounded, "Why?"

"talkative."