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

The streets of West Market are narrower than those of East Market. Occasionally, there are tables and chairs displayed in shops on both sides, which are filled with a wide variety of goods. Add to that the shouts of vendors and waiters, and the entire West Market looks much more prosperous and lively than East Market.

The carriage could not go in, so the two got off and walked, followed by Lin Mu. Yuan Ge, who had just been crying out for hunger, could not take his eyes away from the novel hand-woven gadgets. He looked from shop to shop and bought quite a few. As he walked, he did not forget to remind Lin Mu, "These are for the Wen family to give to Zhuo Zhuo, these are for me, and these are for you to take back to the mansion and give to the maids and servants in the yard. Divide them and take whatever you like."

Miss Yuan rarely spends money, so she is naturally generous.

Lin Mu's hands were full. He nodded frequently and muttered to himself. He looked like a mascot decorated with various gift boxes and brown paper packages.

The word soon spread in the West Market Street that a rich lady came out to buy things today. She didn't even ask the price when buying things. She pointed her beautiful finger at a certain place and said "this, this, this... I want it all". The handsome young attendant behind her hurriedly took out the money... Oh my god, the lady was so pretty, as if she had walked out of a painting, and the man beside her was so handsome. This talented and beautiful couple held hands from beginning to end...

When these voices reached the ears of the three people, "Madam" smiled shyly and looked up at Song Wenyuan, "Husband, is the peach blossom wine ready?" The well-behaved girl's eyes curved when she smiled, adding a bit of playfulness and cunningness.

Song Wenyuan pulled the people to his side, avoiding a group of men coming towards him, and then he pointed forward and said, "We're here, just two houses ahead."

As they were talking, the group of rough-looking men had already come to the front. On a street that only allowed three or four people to walk side by side, five or six of them walked together, like an exceptionally thick and moving wall. Some of the nearby people were impatient and cursed at them, but the rough-looking men laughed and didn't care at all. Some even raised their fists. They were tall and looked very difficult to mess with. Looking closely, some of them staggered and seemed to be drunk...

Why bother with drunkards? So the first few who were cursing fell silent and just frowned and waited for the ruffians to pass by.

This is a common occurrence in Xishi. Gangsters, drunkards, and beggars are groups that you cannot afford to offend and have no choice but to avoid.

Song Wenyuan took Yuan Ge in his arms and stepped back, standing between the two shops. The vendor was still cheerfully introducing the tiger-head hat in Yuan Ge's hand, "Looking at the deep affection between the madam and the husband, I'm sure it will be useful soon. This tiger-head hat was sewed by my grandmother, who lived a long life and had many children. It's very auspicious. The ladies around here all like to ask my grandmother to sew tiger-head shoes and hats for them!"

Miss Yuan was born in Zhixuan Mountain. She lost her father and mother when she was born. Zhixuan Mountain held a big funeral. Her grandfather was depressed for several years and could not get over the pain of losing his son. There are many talented people in the mountain, but there are very few women who can take care of children and do needlework. Who would have thought of preparing tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hats for little Yuan Ge? So when Miss Yuan saw this cute and exquisite tiger-head hat, she didn't think of the child, she was thinking of buying one for herself... Now, after listening to the vendor's introduction, she felt shy, as if she had a hot potato in her hand, and almost threw it back in embarrassment.

Song Wenyuan heard the noise, leaned over to look, and saw the tiger-head hat. He immediately understood and smiled, "If you like it, ask the old man to make one according to your size. The New Year is almost here, so let's celebrate." It was obvious that the little girl liked it and wanted to wear it herself!

The vendor was dumbfounded. After a long while, he closed his mouth and swallowed the saliva that was about to flow down. "If the lady..."

The accident happened at that moment.

Lin Mu stood aside with his hands raised, trying to be a mascot that didn't take up too much space. Yuan Ge and Song Wenyuan were looking sideways at a tiger-head hat. When the group of ruffians passed by with laughter, five or six tall ruffians suddenly drew their daggers and rushed towards Song Wenyuan.

The moment the sunlight reflected from the dagger pierced his eyes, Song Wenyuan had already reacted. He grabbed Yuan Ge and retreated violently. As he retreated, the silver soft sword was already in his hand. He easily blocked the dagger of the leading man and took advantage of the momentum to retreat into an alley where there were no pedestrians. The alley was narrow, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and could keep the fleeing people out of danger. Lin Mu held a sword in one hand and a few oil paper bags that he had not had time to throw away in the other. He looked serious and funny.

Yuan Ge was held in Song Wenyuan's arms, one hand tightly grasping her new hairpin, she clenched her teeth tightly and prepared to stab one or two people to death at random. When she looked back at Lin Mu's appearance, she almost choked and shouted angrily, "Smash! There are bottles and jars of poisons and elixirs in there, it's a profit if we kill one of them!"

As soon as the words fell, all the big men were stunned. In just a moment, Song Wenyuan stabbed one to death, Yuan Ge stabbed one to death, and Lin Mu knocked one unconscious. When the man was dizzy, Lin Mu had already stabbed him with a knife...

Three of the six people were killed.

Miss Yuan laughed at the assassins whose morale had dropped sharply, "Oh, I forgot... there is no poison there. The poison is here. It is deadly with one strike. It is extremely poisonous and can kill people instantly. You can believe what a woman says, stupid... remember to drink less Mengpo soup when you go to the underworld. Don't believe women's lies in your next life!"

The assassins never imagined that a pretty vase that looked gentle and soft, with shoulders that couldn't be lifted or carried, would actually have such courage and killer moves. Their faces changed again and again, and they gritted their teeth and shouted, "You bitch! Even if I die today, I will drag you to hell with me!"

Lord Song had a pale face, raised the tip of his sword, and said nothing. He looked quite arrogant - but he was actually not feeling well, his blood was boiling, and he just wanted to end the battle quickly. The little girl in his arms seemed to know his condition very well, so she provoked him in order to anger the remaining assassins... But why? He didn't dare to think about it, so he had to concentrate on dealing with these people first.

At the same time, in another alley, Song Wenyuan's two secret guards were also entangled by a group of assassins, and in the window of a two-story building not far away, someone slowly pulled the longbow in his hand...

In Zuihuan Tower, which spans nearly half of Shengjing City, some people have already started pouring celebratory wine.