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

Yuan Ge didn't want to cause trouble. She was powerless now and it was hard to say whether she could protect herself, not to mention that there was Yu Qingqing by her side and her little nephew in a corner not far away.

She couldn't afford to offend him, so she pulled Yu Qingqing and turned to leave. The stall owner didn't notice the danger getting closer in the bustling crowd. Seeing Yuan Ge was about to leave, she quickly grabbed him and said, "Miss, if you think it's too expensive, we can still discuss it. This hairpin was really found by my man at sea. To be honest, look at it yourself. Such a big ruby ​​is priceless. If my mother-in-law hadn't fallen ill and urgently needed money, I wouldn't have brought it to the market to sell... So, miss, six taels, it can't be any lower!"

His hands were clenched so tightly that his wrists hurt, and Yuan Ge couldn't pull them free.

One was determined to sell, the other was eager to leave. The situation was deadlocked, and Yu Qingqing was annoyed. She reached out and slapped the woman's hand, "What's wrong with you? I asked for one tael and you didn't sell it. We wanted to leave but you didn't let us. What's wrong? You still want to force us to buy and sell under the feet of the emperor? Do you know who we are?"

"You haven't heard of the Yu family, but you must have heard of Song Wenyuan's name, the head of the Jinyiwei. This is Song Wenyuan's wife! Do you dare to force the sale?"

Yuan Ge had already lowered her head to take out the silver. Six taels was six taels. Anyway, she liked the hairpin very much, so there was no need to waste money on six taels of silver.

The crowd swarmed in, pushing, trampling, cursing, wailing. It was like this every year at the gathering. You stepped on me, I pushed you, and no one would give in. So they just fought on the spot. The stall owners were used to it and thought it was just an ordinary conflict. They were happy to take advantage of the chaos to shout. Yuan Ge was hit hard from behind and the silver in her hand fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, but her shoulder was suddenly strangled. A great force took her out. There was a stinging pain on her wrist. She only had time to pick up the nearest hairpin and clenched it tightly in her hand. The next moment, the cold sword was already on her neck...

"Wen Qian!" Yu Qingqing exclaimed.

Across from him, Song Wenyuan stood there with a sullen face. He raised his hand to stop his subordinates in Feiyu uniforms behind him and scolded, "Hong Shiru, after a few days in jail, have you become so cheap as to attack innocent women and children?"

Yuan Ge also raised his eyebrows belatedly. How strange. There were people all over the street, women, children, the old and the young. She was not the weakest, nor the youngest, and certainly not the oldest. Why did they catch her?

Amid the pungent smell of blood, the man behind him laughed wildly, almost madly at Song Wenyuan, "Innocent women and children? Sir Song, are these really innocent women and children? Or your wife? Song Wenyuan, let me go, or you can wait to collect your wife's body!"

...Do you know who we are? ...This is Song Wenyuan's wife...Yuan Ge suddenly remembered what Yu Qingqing had just said when she introduced herself, and rolled his eyes. Who is the "friend with a bad brain"?

Yu Qingqing also realized that she had caused a big disaster, and she immediately panicked, "Wen Qian!" She took a step forward, but was stopped by someone behind her. The person shook his head at her, with a serious face, and said nothing.

It was Yao Yunfeng who arrived with his men. He did not say a word, but just stared intently at Hong Shiru's every move, ready to save him with a knife at any time.

The panicked and curious people were all evacuated. The market, which was bustling just now, was now quiet with only the sound of the wind and Hong Shiru's heavy breathing. He was seriously injured... Yuan Ge looked at Song Wenyuan, shook his head almost imperceptibly, and tightened the hairpin in his palm.

The fugitive was obviously a little anxious. He was indeed injured and could not escape. He was able to delay until here because of the coming and going of people in the market and the pursuit of the soldiers. Unexpectedly, he met Song Wenyuan's wife! God really wanted him to live! He roared at the opposite side, "Song Wenyuan! Hurry up and let your people get out of the way! And prepare a fast horse for me. I will let this woman go after I leave the city, otherwise-"

As if in protest, he slowly pressed down the tip of the knife. Yuan Ge felt pain and frowned. Blood flowed down his neck like ants crawling, making him feel itchy.

Song Wenyuan's hands behind his back were shaking. He pressed the corners of his mouth to force himself not to look at the dagger and the blood on Yuan Ge's neck. He just kept a stern face and slowly raised his hand after a while... Yuan Ge was always watching his actions. Seeing this, he suddenly said, "You can't escape." His voice was gentle and ethereal, with a hint of smile, and in the atmosphere where breathing was suppressed, it was like a thunderclap.

"Shut up!" Hong Shiru cursed as he saw the escape route was right in front of him, "Say one more word and I'll chop you down right now!"

"If you kill me now, there won't be another Wen Qian for you to use to threaten Song Wenyuan." Yuan Ge smiled lightly, like a desperate madman who was not afraid of bloodshed at all, and said softly, "Of course, it's useless to use me to threaten Lord Song. Lord Song and I were married by imperial decree. In order to avoid this marriage, I hanged myself and jumped into the river, and tried to die. On the wedding day, I jumped into his lotus pond in full view of everyone, making both myself and him a joke in Shengjing City..."

The girl was young, and her words were gentle. There was a sense of relief and helplessness in her voice. She tilted her head slightly and looked behind her, but her eyes only fell on the hand holding her shoulder. She asked slowly, "Do you think he is hoping that you will kill me so that he can end this shameful marriage with a clear conscience?"

Gossip is human nature. Hong Shiru subconsciously looked at Song Wenyuan, about to sneer and ridicule him...

At this moment, Yuan Ge suddenly raised her hand, and the golden hairpin in her hand stabbed the other person's hand without hesitation! She used so much force that the hairpin directly pierced through the other person's palm and stabbed her own shoulder. As soon as it hit, she pulled it out instantly, and warm blood splashed on her face.

The other party felt the pain and subconsciously loosened his grip. Yuan Ge took advantage of this moment to run forward. However, his body was too weak. He had already used up all his strength in the previous stab. His legs were shaking and he was about to fall after running two steps. Behind him, the angry Hong Shiru chased after him like a bloodthirsty man. Yuan Ge closed his eyes and shouted, "Song Wenyuan!"

A strong wind blew past her ears, making them hurt. Then there was the sound of metal colliding. The Embroidered Spring Sword knocked the dagger down. Song Wenyuan arrived just in time and picked up Yuan Ge, who was about to fall, with one hand. He raised his foot and kicked down Hong Shiru, who was following closely behind. In anger, he kicked him in the chest with all his strength, causing him to spit out blood.

The palm that covered the back of her head was trembling slightly, and the voice was trembling, "It's okay..."