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

The third floor of Zuihuan Building has become increasingly deserted in recent days. Even the hustle and bustle downstairs seems to be isolated in another world by an invisible wall and cannot reach the upper floors at all.

The girls in the building also found that since Zhitao disappeared, Hong's mother rarely came downstairs. Even if they could occasionally see her downstairs, she was more anxious than before. It was not difficult to understand. They thought that the disappearance of the girl had nothing to do with them, so they thought it was none of their business. Who knew that Zhitao disappeared a few days later.

Zhitao is missing, her life or death is unknown, and even a piece of her clothing has not been found yet. No one knows whether it has anything to do with the recent "missing girl case". But the girls are all a little worried and can't muster up any energy, not to mention Hong's mother who has been frequently questioned by Lord Yao in recent days... It's normal for her to be depressed.

I heard that there were distinguished guests on the third floor today. They were wearing wide-brimmed bamboo hats that covered their faces tightly. Only the figures of two men could be seen. They went there in the morning and have not come down yet. At lunchtime, food was sent up. A curious girl stood on the second floor and listened attentively, but she didn't hear any movement.

On the third floor, amidst the curling sandalwood, the aroma of Tusu wine was faintly wafting. Qin Yongpei leaned against the window, holding the cup in one hand and sipping it leisurely. The window next to him was only slightly open, and from his angle he could see an endless stream of pedestrians. He liked to stand on high places and look at such street scenes, as if he was looking at the people under his control.

But today, his mind was not on this group of ants at all. He stood on the most prosperous street in the East City, looking far away in the direction of the West City, with a deep smile on his face, "In the past, I always felt that Song Wenyuan looked calm and indifferent, but there was no weakness in his body. He was good at martial arts, had a good brain, was not greedy for power, and was not greedy for beauty. Although this prince had disliked him for a long time, he could do nothing about him..."

"I didn't expect that after becoming a relative, I became a different person. I have weaknesses and I am useless...Haha!" He leaned against the window frame and looked at the two people in the room, smiling smugly, "So, Wen Qian is a person you can't touch... She has bad luck."

Hearing this, Hong Lan closed her eyes slightly and sneered, "Men are like this, they always like to attribute their final success to their own strength, and their failure to the misfortune of their beautiful women. If Wen Qian was really unlucky, he should have died the first time he was hanged, and how could he have escaped death many times afterwards? Mom, I think he is a blessed man."

Tong Mingru, who was sitting opposite her, raised his eyelids, picked up the teacup, took a sip and said nothing.

Qin Yongpei glanced at Tong Mingru who was silent, and suddenly smiled, and said with a bit of flattery, "Mother Hong is naturally different. Don't lower yourself by comparing yourself with a woman like Wen Qian who can only be a low-quality vase."

Even now, he still thinks Wen Qian is just a cheap vase... Hong Lan shook her head, unwilling to bother convincing the proud prince to accept the reality that Wen Qian is actually a woman of no ordinary level. She just put down the wine glass in her hand and asked seriously, "What's going on with Jin Su? I thought that 'you can't touch the girls in my building' was a consensus that everyone had reached before."

Qin Yongpei smiled gently, not taking it seriously, but still patiently explained, "She lost a general recently, and she is upset. Besides, she is just a little girl, so it is inevitable that she is a little willful. We have not yet accomplished our great cause, and we need her in many places. Mother Hong is magnanimous, so let's tolerate her for the time being."

"Your Highness, what are you talking about? Just because she is young, should I tolerate her? Zhitao is even younger than her. How many of those girls who died in her hands were older than her?" Hong Lan rolled her eyes and sneered unhappily, "She is just a traitor. She really takes herself seriously!"

Tong Mingru, who had been silent from the beginning to the end, suddenly coughed, "Okay... Although she broke the rules first, after all, can we break off this cooperative business for a little girl? Your Highness is right, you are older after all, don't argue with that damn girl Jinsu... Your Highness is also troubled by this."

"Yes." Qin Yongpei also sighed, and also comforted Hong Lan. "She relied on the fact that she had the recipe of Xiaoyao Wine in her hands, and was very rude even in front of me. She never took me, the prince, seriously. Her appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and she is acting more and more recklessly. But what can we do? We really need this Xiaoyao Wine... Zhixuan Mountain is a broken place. I have been courteous to the wise and sincere to make friends with it so many times, but I didn't get any benefit. Otherwise, why would we be controlled by such a little girl like her? Mother Hong, let alone you, even I... I am a little angry and aggrieved, but I have to chew it and swallow it."

"Who wouldn't suffer some grievances if they were planning big things? Don't you think so?"

Hong Lan remained silent with a sullen expression. Tong Mingru raised his eyelids again and slowly put down the teacup in his hand. "Okay. This matter ends here. Don't mention that little girl named Taozi anymore."

Hong Lan fluttered her thick eyelashes gently, her eyes fell on the other person's teacup, and after a while, she suddenly pulled the corners of her mouth... A little girl who was a little dull, isn't that insignificant? Insignificant to the point that whether she was called a peach or apricot or pear, it would just go in one ear and out the other for those in power.

The reason why he was still willing to spend a few more words to Hong Lan was simply because "it was still useful".

Whether it was Hong Lan or Jin Su, it made no difference to them. It was okay to be a little bit temperamental within the scope allowed by them, but if she was too temperamental and delayed their great cause... the end result would be that she would be abandoned. In this respect, Jin Su was obviously much smarter than her.

Hong Lan thought so and finally did not insist on saying another word.

……

The assassination in the alley of Xishi ended quickly.

Of the six assassins, five died, and one escaped with injuries. Lin Mu was very angry because the one who escaped escaped from him. He took his anger out on the corpse on the ground and kicked it twice, which made him feel relieved. He put away his sword and turned to check on Song Wenyuan and Yuan Ge, "Master, are you okay..."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked, and the last word suddenly got stuck in his throat - Song Wenyuan suddenly staggered, and his hands seemed to suddenly lose strength, and the soft sword fell straight to the ground. He almost leaned on Yuan Ge, and at this moment, the sound of breaking air was already whistling from a distance.

"master!"

"Song Wenyuan!"