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

It is actually not difficult to eliminate Jinsu's suspicion. She can write a letter in the name of Xu Chengjin to take care of the maid that her old friend cares about most after his death. If there is a reply, she will be able to tell whether it is true or false.

But she didn't dare.

She was like a coward, refusing to face the truth that she had almost believed in her subconscious.

She drank the wine in the glass cup, squinted her eyes and looked at the sky behind her. The stars flashed with colorful halos, which made her eyes dazzled. She closed her eyes and said softly, "Yuan Ge's mother's name is Murong Shaoai... The man who saved us at the foot of Wuxi Mountain that day called himself Murong Yuxuan. He said that I look very similar to his half-sister Murong Shaorou... Song Wenyuan, my mother whose origin and surname are unknown, is named Rouer. My stepmother also said that before my mother went back to her hometown to visit her relatives, she should have expected that she would probably never come back, so... she should not have died in an accident."

She said a lot of things without beginning or ending, and her speech was very fast, as if she was afraid that if she spoke slower she would not have the courage to finish... This also explained why she cared about the news from Zhixuanshan.

In just a few words, there were several "Murongs". Song Wenyuan had a headache after hearing them. He sorted them out several times in his head before he could understand what Yuan Ge meant. "You are... suspecting that your mother is from that Murong family? You want to start investigating the Murong family from Zhixuan Mountain?"

"Yeah." She looked at the dark night with a bitter smile... She couldn't possibly tell Song Wenyuan all about her life experience and origins, but if she said nothing, her future investigation into Zhixuanshan would inevitably arouse his suspicion. Instead of bothering to explain it then, it would be better to give him a reason now, a reason that is equally true. "I asked my father, and he really didn't know my mother's origins. The only people I know who are related to the Murong family are Zhixuanshan and Murong Yuxuan."

"So... the notice to find the guards is to lure him into the game?"

Sure enough, nothing could be hidden from him.

She nodded, sat up, and reached out to take the bottle of wine, but Song Wenyuan raised his hand to stop her, "It's not a good wine, drink less, be careful of the cold wind, you will have a headache tomorrow."

"Want to drink."

She didn't grab it, but just looked at him with her hands spread out, her slightly twisted brows hinting at a bit of grievance, which made people's hearts soften and they wanted to offer everything with both hands... So, Song Wenyuan stood up to get the wine, but Yuan Ge shook his head and only wanted the bottle of shoddy product that Lord Song thought was not worthy of being served.

The girl, who is usually particular about everything, is not picky at this moment. She can drink this kind of wine with her eyes narrowed, like a sated cat.

Song Wenyuan finally understood. The little girl's mind was hidden deep. She wore layers of masks on her face. She really would not show any emotion that she didn't want others to see. He watched her drink, raised his hand to straighten her hair that was messed up by the wind, and then took off the cloak and put it on her. Then he advised her gently, "Drink less. Don't worry too much about the Murong family. We are husband and wife, and your mother is also my mother. I will accompany you to investigate the Murong family. No matter what the outcome is, I will never let you face it alone."

Yuan Ge tilted his head to look at him.

That person had gentle features but deep eyes. The way he looked at me gave me the illusion of deep affection...

"Song Wenyuan." She met his gaze without blinking, speaking in a mysterious way, "You know, I'm not a good wife in everyone's eyes... I'm not a canary that needs to be kept in a cage and can't withstand the wind and rain, and I'm not a burden on your belt. I have things I can do, and I have things I want to do."

Her words sounded a little abrupt and incoherent, and also had some strange implications. Song Wenyuan seemed to sense something and frowned slightly, but still responded patiently, "I know." He also had no intention of keeping her confined in this small room of Luofengxuan to wither away.

Yuan Ge lowered his eyebrows. No... he didn't know. If it was just Murong's matter, she wouldn't be so sentimental. But if this Xiaoyao wine really came from Zhixuan Mountain, I'm afraid the entire Zhixuan Mountain would be convicted. At that time... she couldn't just stand by and watch her grandfather.

That is a serious crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of the family.

"Our marriage was arranged by His Majesty. You were unwilling and I was reluctant..." She clenched the glass cup in her hand. Her nails turned pale from the force. Her voice seemed to be stained with the frost of an autumn night, revealing a determination that was as cold as ice.

Before she finished her words, the other party had already gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "You don't want to? Even now, you still don't want to?"

In an instant, his eyes became fierce, and the gentleness in his facial features disappeared. He raised his hand to hold her chin, forcing her to look at him, and asked word by word, "If you don't want to, why do you keep calling me 'husband'? If you don't want to, why do you pretend to be loving and harmonious in front of others? If you don't want to, why are you willing to let me hold your hand and get close to you? If you don't want to, why are you willing to risk your life to protect and save me? Or, if it was anyone else, would you wait for him the same way?"

Just thinking this, he felt the sourness of the wine he had just drunk lingering in his mouth. He subconsciously applied force with his fingertips, and seeing that the other person was frowning and silent, he became more and more convinced that it was true.

"Wen Qian, do you have a heart?" He sneered coldly, feeling as if there was a hole in his chest, letting out wind. He felt cold and painful, and his words became more and more unrestrained. "If this is the treatment that everyone can get easily, then I don't want it!"

He let go, stood up in a panic and turned to leave.

The corner of his robe was grabbed, and he almost powerlessly asked, "Let go." It was not tightly grasped, and he could pull it away with his foot, but he didn't move in the end - the vague expectation in his heart was really ridiculous even to himself. When did he, Song Wenyuan, become so embarrassed and humble?

In the end, the person who fell in love first lost his heart first, and the other party was a heartless and ungrateful person who was impossible to tame!

Holding the hem of his robe tightly, Yuan Ge looked up at him, a little drunken, with a look of grievance between his eyebrows, "Song Wenyuan, have you ever thought that with my restless temper and strange background, maybe one day I will get into trouble that even you can't protect me from, what will you do then?"

Without even thinking about it, he suddenly looked back and blurted out, "But all nine clans will be buried together!"

In the autumn night, the moonlight is just right, and above the roof, the sound of thunder can be heard.

Yuan Ge's pupils suddenly shrank, and his fingertips gripping the other's robe tightened again and again. Those surging emotions were stuck in his throat and couldn't come out or go down, making him feel uncomfortable all over and exhausted.

The look in that man's eyes as he lowered his head was stubborn and fierce, brighter than the moonlight, stronger than the autumn wind, and better than any other beautiful scenery in the world.