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

Everyone knew that this marriage was a heartless marriage, and no one in Shengjing City was optimistic about it. The root cause was the second prince who was smiling and belatedly blessing them. Even though the couple seemed to be getting along well now, it was most likely just for show. Even the elders of the Wen family were not sure what was going on in private.

Teahouses and taverns are filled with stories of love, hate and passion between infatuated men and resentful women, and the characters in these stories have come to life, making them more exciting than unofficial history.

All kinds of eyes were focused here.

Only the heroine in the story showed no strange color at all, and followed Song Wenyuan, holding the cup and standing up to return the gift. Lord Song held her hand holding the wine, and said with a smile to the other side, "I'm sorry. Madam is ill, and the doctor told her not to drink. The second prince's kindness... I thank her on her behalf." As he said that, he drank the cup of wine from the other side's hand.

The wine glass was placed on the table, and the clenched hands slowly loosened.

The old lady looked at him with a smile on her face, and called out, "Master Song."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the killer in charge of the prison in the Northern Pacification Department was pouring tea and serving dishes for his wife with his hands that were used to holding torture instruments and stained with blood. His movements were skillful and it was obvious that he was used to serving in private. Hearing this, he looked up and said with a smile, "Grandma, you can just call me Wen Yuan."

She had wanted to show some concern for his health, but now seeing him so willing to follow her advice, and then looking at her own little girl who seemed to be enjoying herself, she was surprised and sneered, "This girl! She is not an expert herself, just eat by yourself and leave her alone!"

"It's okay." Song Wenyuan said with a smile, put down his chopsticks and picked up the teacup. He didn't explain, but his eyes were on Yuan Ge from beginning to end.

Tong Wanzhen looked at the empty plate in front of her, her fingertips clenched suddenly under the table, and her well-trimmed fingertips pinched out crescent-shaped marks on the back of her hand. She suddenly stood up with the wine glass, walked to Yuan Ge, and called softly, "Qianqian, I am relieved to see that you and Lord Song are getting along well today..." She said this hesitantly, looking really pitiful and innocent, as if she was being bullied.

They were told not to drink, but everyone came to toast him. However, Song Wenyuan was sitting next to him, and there was a doctor next to him who was looking at him eagerly - the doctor himself was being forced to drink. For some reason, Brother Wen, who was usually steady, seemed to have finally met a confidant after living for most of his life. He kept hooking Xu Chengjin and wouldn't let go, pouring him glass after glass of wine.

Although he was a little tipsy, Doctor Xu's eyes were clear and he could still pay attention to Yuan Ge. He raised his hand to stop him and said, "You can't drink."

It's easy to tell who is better at drinking these two people.

Yuan Ge was not one to drink wine offered by anyone. He nodded in the direction of Xu Chengjin and said calmly, "Well, the doctor said no."

The wronged young wife felt even more aggrieved, standing there at a loss, "I, I know... Qianqian, now everyone says that I stole your sweetheart. I explained it, but no one believed me. Qianqian, you know, love is about mutual affection. The Second Prince has no interest in you, so you two are destined not to be together. Even if, even if it's not me, there will be someone else..." Her voice became lower and lower, her head lower and lower, her chin resting on her chest, and one hand subconsciously touching her slightly bulging belly.

The bustling front yard suddenly became silent.

Qin Yongpei scolded in a calm voice, "Wanzhen, stop talking nonsense." It was neither light nor heavy, and seemed true and false. Even his expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry, and there was even a hint of indulgence.

Jin Yunian's temper came out the fastest. He stood up with a fierce look on his face, "Hey! Do you really think there is no one left in my Jin family?"

After she finished speaking, Miss Yuan turned around and waved at him, signaling him to be patient. Young Master Jin was not happy, but seeing that Song Wenyuan also calmly signaled him to be patient, he sat down reluctantly.

Yuan Ge moved the stool and called out to Tong Wanzhen in a serious tone, "Tong..." She stopped talking abruptly and tilted her head, as if she was embarrassed. "I don't know how to address you for a moment, so I'll call you by your full name, Tong Wanzhen..."

She sat upright with her back straight and raised her head, not losing any of her imposing manner because of the height. Rather, she looked like a master examining a servant who had made a mistake. Qin Yongpei's mild interruption, which was neither a reprimand nor a scolding, was more like an attempt to keep him out of the matter and turn this drama into a quarrel between women that was not worthy of being on the stage. In that case, she was not polite and asked meaningfully with a smile, "Is it okay to call me that?"

The wine glass that she had held for a long time seemed particularly heavy... She didn't want to come, nor did she want to target Wen Qian in public, but Qin Yongpei was so angry that he insisted on giving Wen Qian "a little embarrassment", so she had to cooperate. Otherwise, the punches and kicks inflicted on her would not be any gentler because of the presence of the child in her belly.

Tong Wanzhen lowered her head even more, "It's okay."

"That's fine." Yuan Ge lowered his eyes and took a sip of his teacup. He touched Zhuo Zhuo, who was full of anger, and chuckled, "I don't know how you explain the fact that you stole someone else's sweetheart, but I think you got the protagonist of this story wrong... I heard that Miss Tong has been bedridden these days and is obviously very shocked. You should explain those words to her."

"As for me..." She played with the blue and white porcelain cup lid in her hand and said with a smile, "I... have always been good-tempered and easy to get along with. I have been very tolerant in the past. You should understand that now that you are in that situation."

Everyone raised their eyebrows secretly. Good temper? Easy to get along with? I have heard of this before, but looking at this young woman now, she doesn't look like she has a good temper at all!

Doctor Xu, who was being forced to drink, choked on the wine and started coughing bitterly.

The "good-tempered" Miss Yuan smiled to herself, as if she was also amused by her own shameless words. She leaned back in her chair and reiterated, "I have a good temper and am easy to get along with. Most of the time, I am kind to others... Of course, even rabbits bite when they are angry! If you really steal my sweetheart, there may be two more corpses in this world... One is yours, and one is his. Of course, if the other party is the second prince, I can't touch him, and you will have to walk this road to the underworld alone. If the other party is Lord Song, I am still willing to take the risk and send you to be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

In public, in broad daylight, she was saying such infernal things - she was probably the only one who could do such a thing! Tong Wanzhen turned pale and broke into a cold sweat.