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

The ground was still wet from the previous rain, and the light was reflecting off the rockery, trembling and looking like it was about to go out but not yet.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at the faint light, squinted her eyes, and said softly, "I've been to that cliff. It's very high and steep, and the wind hurt on my face... At that time, I thought it must be very painful for you to fall down. Fortunately, you died and everything was over." But she was still alive, so she remembered the pain that ordinary people could not imagine.

Zhuang Mengdie didn’t know what level of pain that was, but when she thought of this, she felt that Yuan Ge, who was sitting next to her and smiling so nonchalantly... looked like he was about to cry.

This face was clearly smiling, and her temperament was the same as before, asking for a beating, but those emotions seemed to stay on the surface of the skin, and the dark eyes were like a vast black sea, so deep that she could not see anything, could not distinguish between sadness and joy, and could not see the past. She was like a porcelain doll made by a famous artist, beautiful and delicate, but fragile. Zhuang Mengdie suddenly felt that looking at Yuan Ge in front of her reminded her of the lonely nights in these years. She had been to the misty Jiangnan and heard the soft Wu dialect. She had been to the vast desert and heard the sound of camel bells. She had seen talented men and beautiful women parting ways, but she had also seen poor couples supporting each other. She had seen the lows of human nature and the highest points of morality. She thought that she had come a long way and was no longer the same as before...

She returned home with great ambition and glory, but on her way back she received the bad news about Yuan Ge. It was a late autumn night. She sat in the yard of the inn, which was covered with a whole layer of ginkgo leaves. She ordered two pots of wine and drank all night. The moon was very bright that night, casting a long shadow in front of her. She held the wine glass, and they looked like a pair.

The next morning, she left the inn and went somewhere else. She felt that the man was gone. She had returned home in glory... Who was she going to show it to? Yuan Ge was her rival, her old enemy. No one would submit to the other. There was no king who could meet another king. At that time, Zhuang Mengdie thought that there would never be another night like this in her life. It was like a piece of flesh had been cut out of her heart with a knife.

It hurts so much, so much...it never gets worse.

It was not until tonight that she realized that the most painful thing was not cutting the flesh on her heart with a knife, but the most painful thing was using the same knife several months later to cut open the wound that had never healed and cut away the rotten flesh that had long since festered.

It turns out that coming back to life from the dead is not a favor from God.

She looked at Yuan Ge with a sad look in her eyes. Yuan Ge was not used to seeing her like that. He shrank his neck, pushed her head away with a slap, and sneered, "What's with that expression on your face? I'm not dead, isn't that something worth celebrating? Why are you so sad? Are you so petty?"

Miss Yuan always has the ability to completely destroy a good atmosphere as soon as she opens her mouth.

Her mouth is her best proof. No one can imitate her. Even Zhuang Mengdie, who wants to compete with her in everything, feels inferior to her in this respect.

The moonlight was just right, distant and hazy, the candlelight was dim, and even the slightly damp and cool air was just right. Zhuang Mengdie, who was already a thick-skinned person, finally felt a little sad and sorrowful because of this atmosphere, but it disappeared the moment she saw the other party's expression that was as if he wanted to write the word "satisfied" from head to toe. Zhuang Mengdie felt that her sadness just now was in vain.

He tightened his teeth, but his tongue was not as good as the other person's. Because of the reluctance in his heart, he held it in for a long time and finally said, "You are narrow-minded! You are like a bereaved family! If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!" You silly girl, you have died once, but you still talk about death and life in a frivolous way! Some old people said that the souls of dying people are mostly unstable and can't talk about these things. Then, shouldn't people who have died be even more unable to talk?

But the other party seemed not to care at all and was eating the fried shrimp happily. She ate quickly but politely, and her smile made her look like a bright and beautiful woman.

Really! Even with a new skin, it still looks like a person deceiving the world.

Zhuang Mengdie pressed the corner of her mouth, "Yuan Ge."

She called out, and after the other party glanced at her sideways, she asked in a serious tone, "Do you... do you suspect that someone on this mountain wanted to harm you when you fell off the cliff?" If not, she really couldn't figure out why this girl was hiding and making trouble like this.

Yuan Ge glanced at Zhuang Mengdie, put down the shrimp plate in his hand, and reached out for wine. Zhuang Mengdie quickly retracted his hand, "Answer me properly, don't drink anymore... Plague is no small matter, and there are many places where you can be used. If you drink too much, your hands won't be steady when taking the pulse, and your teacher will definitely peel my skin off! Don't drink, don't drink!" After saying that, he took a big gulp of wine and burped with satisfaction...

It was obvious that she wanted to keep it all for herself, and she had to come up with these high-sounding excuses. Yuan Ge despised her, but he didn't insist on drinking anymore. He just hugged his knees and looked up at the sky. After a while, he responded softly, "Yeah. That's what I thought. I met Jin Su in Shengjing City... After Jin Su knew my identity, she told me that I blocked many people's way on Zhixuan Mountain, and they all wanted me dead... It's ridiculous, right? The people I regarded as my relatives and family thought that I blocked their way and wanted me dead."

Zhuang Mengdie was no fool. After a brief thought, he understood. "The things in your secret room?"

“But now it seems that it might really be just an accident. It’s just…” Yuan Ge glanced at Zhuang Mengdie’s expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, “It’s just that, although my death was an accident, everything that happened afterwards was not an accident. It’s even a fact that your grandfather and Zhan Yanfeng had already been secretly profiting and abusing power for their own ulterior motives, but my resurrection accidentally brought all of this to the surface.” So sometimes even Yuan Ge couldn’t tell whether his resurrection could be regarded as a kind of "God's will" in some sense.

Zhuang Mengdie withdrew his gaze, and lay on the roof with his hands behind his head. After a while, he called out again, "Yuan Ge."

She asked, "Your current status is what it is. After this matter is over, you still have to return to Shengjing to be the young lady of your Bo's mansion, right?"

Yuan Ge's eyebrows were gentle, and he did not hesitate, and replied softly, "Yes. I will take it back."

"Do they treat you well?" Zhuang Mengdie looked at Yuan Ge's back. She couldn't see Yuan Ge's expression from her angle, but for some reason, she felt that Yuan Ge was particularly peaceful at the moment. That kind of peace made her feel a little lost. She pursed her lips and asked, "The people of the Wen family, and the people of the Song family, do they... treat you well?"