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

With Yuan Ge's current skills, getting onto the roof was more than enough for him. With one leap, he landed steadily next to Zhuang Mengdie.

Zhuang Mengdie poured the wine, glanced at Yuan Ge in between, and asked directly, "What's wrong with your body?"

She asked about "body" instead of "martial arts". Obviously, during this long period of time, Miss Zhuang had already realized that the problem was not with martial arts, but with this body. Yuan Ge held the wine glass and rested his head on his knees, looking at the empty courtyard below. He smiled softly and said, "It's nothing serious. I just lost my martial arts. Anyway, I am the young lady of the Bo's Mansion now, and it's not my turn to fight and kill. It's not a big deal."

Zhuang Mengdie glanced at her sideways.

Zhuang Mengdie was born with a beautiful little face, with outstanding facial features that were even more eye-catching. When a pair of big black eyes stared at you quietly, there was a sense of mystery. Under such a gaze, Yuan Ge actually felt guilty for a rare time. He avoided the overly direct line of sight, touched his nose, and said nothing.

The next moment, Zhuang Mengdie grabbed her wrist, spread it open, looked at her delicate, white hand without any calluses, and sneered, "More than ten years of martial arts, gone just like that, even the calluses accumulated over more than ten years disappeared overnight?"

Yuan Ge shrank his fingers and smiled awkwardly, "It didn't happen overnight, it's been at least a few months."

"Yuan, Ge!"

The hand that he subconsciously raised finally stopped on the opponent's head. He changed his palm into a fist, tightened it again and again, and finally fell down with no power. However, his back teeth were still clenched tightly, and he suppressed his voice and cursed viciously, "Yuan Ge! Do you think I'm a fool? Can't you see that this body can't do martial arts at all? What's going on? If you tell me the truth, I will listen to you honestly. If you keep trying to cover up the truth and talk about other things, do you believe that I will let go of all the new and old grudges, hang you up and beat you up first! Anyway, you can't beat me now."

This guy... this is really something she could do.

Yuan Ge felt her temples throbbing. She thought that the most unfortunate thing in her life was not dying young, but meeting such an unreasonable man like Zhuang Batian!

Yuan Ge pulled back his hand unhappily, glared at Zhuang Batian who looked as if it was a matter of course, and finally sighed, "What happened... I don't know. I became Wen Qian when I woke up. Yes, this body is Wen Qian's, and the soul is my own... In fact, sometimes even I can't tell who this soul is. I remember everything about Yuan Ge, and I also have Wen Qian's intermittent memories, so I wondered if Yuan Ge was just a dream of mine... just a big dream."

Zhuang Mengdie opened her mouth, but was so shocked that she was speechless.

She thought about Yuan Ge escaping death, or that he was seriously injured and had lost his martial arts skills, or even thought about whether something happened on Zhixuan Mountain that made her unable to return home and had to hide her identity under a fake face. She also thought about whether Yuan Ge had killed Wen Qian to have the opportunity to be a substitute. She had even thought about it. If this was true, she would leave Yuan Ge on Zhixuan Mountain at all costs... It was too dangerous to be a murderer in Shengjing City, not to mention that Song Wenyuan was not someone to be trifled with.

On the way here, she felt that she had considered all the possibilities, but she didn't expect to hear such an answer... What does it mean that the body belongs to someone else, but the soul is her own?

"It's hard to believe, right?" Yuan Ge raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly. "To this day, even I don't believe that such a thing will happen to me. Dead is dead. The dead are like the extinguishing of a lamp and cannot be resurrected... Then what am I like now? Am I alive or dead..."

"Of course he's alive!" Zhuang Mengdie seemed to have just found her long-lost voice. Her voice was abrupt and impatient, and even she seemed to be startled. She coughed and said seriously, "If Yuan Ge is really just a dream of yours, then what is it now? Are we still dreaming? Are we just living in your dream? What are the living and the dead... What are you thinking about? I just want to say that you really should go out for a walk and broaden your horizons so that you won't be so startled! The world is full of wonders. Maybe there are many people like you in this world. But ask yourself, if something like this happens, can you publicize it everywhere? Right?"

"Besides, I can't say anything about other people, but I know very well whether you are Miss Yuan Geben! There is no one else in the world who deserves a beating even after changing his skin!"

It's really not a nice thing to say.

Yuan Ge held a plate of crystal shrimps and ate them slowly, one by one. After a while, he squinted his eyes and smiled, and replied indifferently, "Yes, it's true that you can't help but believe in supernatural things."

Then he said nothing. He bent his legs, held the plate in his hands, looked up at the increasingly dark night, and laughed. The smile spread to the corners of his mouth, but it never reached his eyes. His whole expression looked desolate and contradictory. Zhuang Mengdie saw it, but she didn't know how to persuade him anymore - she was not good at coaxing people. She would not smile frivolously, nor could she be open-hearted, especially to that damn girl Yuan Ge. It was almost a habit for her to speak in a sarcastic way.

The slightest concern makes even myself feel uncomfortable and weird.

So all those worries finally turned into silent sighs. She silently took the empty wine glass beside Yuan Ge, filled it with wine, handed it to him, and hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "Then... up there, in the forbidden area, that... is it real?" She hesitated for a long time, saying this and that, but couldn't say the word "corpse".

Yuan Ge, on the other hand, was much more natural, and nodded silently, "Of course it's true. Zhan Yanfeng just dug it out last night, so I saw my own body with my own eyes..."

Zhuang Mengdie choked again - she really didn't know how to continue this topic. "I saw my own corpse with my own eyes" was probably unprecedented. So she drank from her back, only to find that the glass was already empty. She picked up the small wine jar and shook it, only to find that she had drunk most of it without realizing it. She simply didn't pour it out and drank directly from the jar. After drinking, she lowered her head and felt a blockage in her throat. After a long silence, she finally spoke, "Hey... So, falling off the cliff, being trapped in a snake cave, and being completely disfigured... were all true, right?"

The voice was hoarse.

Yuan Ge was slightly stunned, and his hand holding the shrimp slowly dropped to the edge of the plate. After a while, he murmured "hmm" softly.