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

Seeing that she was obviously hesitant to speak, Song Wenyuan turned around and gave Lin Mu a look, then leaned over and grabbed her hand, asking softly, "What's wrong?"

The hand holding her had long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles, and purple veins were clearly visible under the cold white skin. Yuan Ge looked at Song Wenyuan's strong but extremely thin hand, pursed his lips, and shook his head, "Nothing, I was just thinking, since Doctor Zhang is the biological son of Dean Zhang, then who set up the trap that day, was it Qin Yongpei, or Tong Mingru, or... the emperor himself?"

The little girl's hands were small and soft, and at first glance they were a pair of hands that had been pampered. They felt soft and comfortable in his palms. Song Wenyuan lowered his eyebrows and played with them. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Whoever he is, it shouldn't be Tong Mingru. This old fox is a well-known bridgehead grass. He is good at changing his attitude according to the situation. He has great ambitions but little courage. He dares not offend anyone. He will only hide in the dark and watch the fight between tigers. When the dust settles, he will pretend to come out and reap the benefits... That was the case back then."

"then?"

"Yeah." Song Wenyuan nodded, his mind on the soft hand in his palm. He slowly intertwined his fingers and said, "I was not born at that time. I heard about it from the older generation. I heard that the Tong family had arranged a marriage in the early years. The other party was a girl who was betrothed to her since birth. She was not the daughter of an aristocratic family, but a famous beauty. The two had a good relationship and the date of the wedding had been set. Who knew that the young lady of the Duke's Mansion fell in love with Tong Mingru and made a big fuss... The then young Prime Minister Tong was very 'gentleman' and could not bear to hurt anyone. He was still in a dilemma and finally went to the palace to ask for His Majesty's decree, wanting to marry the two girls into the mansion on the same day. The young lady of the Duke's Mansion was of noble status, so she was the principal wife, and the girl who was betrothed to her since birth could not be let down, so he asked His Majesty to grant her the status of a co-wife."

Aristocratic families also have the concept of "equal wife". "Equal wife" sounds like it means being on an equal footing with the main wife, but after all, it is not a wife who is married in a formal way. Usually, it is not legitimate, and in the end, it is just a concubine. But if His Majesty nods and agrees, the status of the equal wife is naturally different.

"Oh, that was a very clear calculation. Power, wealth, fame, beauty, Tong Mingru really didn't intend to give up any of them." Yuan Ge sneered, "What happened later? Isn't the only one in the Prime Minister's Mansion now?"

"Well, that happened later." Song Wenyuan held the little girl's hand and rubbed it against her cheek, while absentmindedly talking about these old stories. "At that time, His Majesty had just ascended the throne and was in need of help. Naturally, he would not lose the support of Prime Minister Tong because of such a small matter. The imperial edict was quickly sent to the Tong family. For a time, who in Shengjing did not envy this Lord Tong who was unrivaled in the limelight and enjoyed the blessing of many wives..."

"Master Song, are you envious too?" The little girl who had been listening in silence suddenly interrupted, with a meaningful smile on her face, and tilted her head to look, "Hmm? The blessing of having two wives...Master Song, are you envious?"

The little girl raised her eyebrows slightly, with a pair of eyes that were clearly black and white. Her dark pupils were like the most beautiful obsidian. At this moment, there was only Song Wenyuan's own shadow in the obsidian. Lord Song was very satisfied with this. He tilted his head and kissed the little girl's palm, with a bit of tenderness and ambiguity, and said softly, "The three thousand weak waters are all indifferent. If it is for you, I will follow you through life and death."

This man can really say sweet words anytime and anywhere now, not to mention that he is in public... His palms felt numb and itchy, and the itch went all the way to his heart. Yuan Ge looked around and didn't see any servants. He pulled his hand but couldn't get it out, so he could only sneer and say, "Sir Song is used to saying nice things to coax people... If it weren't for me, would Sir Song be prepared to be lonely for the rest of his life? Or, if the imperial decree of His Majesty granting marriage was not from me, would Sir Song still be prepared to disobey the order?"

Song Wenyuan clasped his fingers together and stood up. He walked behind Yuan Ge, smiled softly and leaned over. He whispered in her ear with a hint of ambiguity and special seriousness, "Before I met you, I never thought about who I would be with in this life. After I met you, I never thought that the woman next to me was not you. If the person His Majesty had granted me marriage with was not you, I would not disobey the order, but there would just be one more lonely and pitiful girl in Luofengxuan. Qianqian, it doesn't matter who the owner of Luofengxuan is, but the door between Qichi Pavilion and Luofengxuan has always been set up only for you...Qianqian, do you understand what I mean?"

Yuan Ge couldn't understand that Song Wenyuan wanted to leave her in Luofengxuan and let her fend for herself. When she thought of this, Miss Yuan turned around and glared at Song Wenyuan unhappily before asking, "What happened next? Where did the Tong family's concubine go?"

"Later, it was probably those old-fashioned stories of vying for favor... I don't know the details, but I know that the concubine who was betrothed to her was also a person who dared to love and hate. It is said that she left the prime minister's residence and Shengjing City with her young daughter three years after the marriage... Even now, these past events have long been forgotten, the concubine's whereabouts are unknown, and no one knows whether the child is alive or dead, but to this day, the people in the city still talk about Tong Mingru's loyalty and loyalty when they talk about this matter."

"Ridiculous." Yuan Ge sneered and concluded, "My eyes are short."

Song Wenyuan said nothing. From his angle, he could see the girl's slender, white neck, the equally dazzlingly white, delicate skin beneath her neck, and... the ups and downs between her clothes that made him daydream. How could he have the heart to think about anything else? He lowered his head, rested his head on Yuan Ge's shoulder, and called softly, "Qianqian."

Yuan Ge leaned back in her chair, feeling Song Wenyuan's warm breath on her neck, which was a little numb and ambiguous, yet inexplicably craving for it. She shrank her neck but didn't avoid it. She just smiled and responded, "Hmm?"

To Song Wenyuan, this move was more like a silent invitation.

He hugged Yuan Ge from behind and said softly, "Qianqian, we are husband and wife... We have been married for several months, but we have never drunk the wedding wine. How about we make up for it today?"

Lord Song had a smile on his face, a bewitching one in his eyes. He rubbed the other's neck lightly with the tip of his nose and added in his heart: And... the wedding night that has not yet taken place.

Hand over a drink?

Yuan Ge tilted her head to look at him. Perhaps because the man's heartfelt words were addressed to both Yuan Ge and Wen Qian, she suddenly became concerned about something she had not cared about before. She raised her hand to push him away a little, then looked him in the eye and shook her head, "No."

Lord Song's expression showed a hint of cracking.