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

Among the memories that Wen Qian had left, the few impressions he had about Mrs. Tong all came from Tong Wanzhen's oral narration.

Tong Wanzhen was very afraid of the Prime Minister's wife. When she just called her from outside, she suddenly became quiet, lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and trembled almost imperceptibly.

It's just like a mouse seeing a cat.

Yuan Ge frowned and pretended to be silent. Since it was a play, there had to be some blank space to leave room for the audience's imagination.

She didn't notice that Song Wenyuan suddenly glanced at her. That glance was extremely nonchalant.

"Why aren't you coming out yet?" Madam Tong scolded, neither too lightly nor too harshly, and then turned to apologize to the elders of the Song family, "My daughter was rude and disturbed the Song family's wedding. The Earl and the Countess hope you will forgive her and not treat her like that. I won't disturb you today, but I will come to apologize another day."

The couple of Lord Kejing were about to say a few more polite words, but they saw the groom turn his head and look behind him, and said the second sentence of the day, "Madam Tong, from now on, there is no need to bring such a bastard who is not presentable to such occasions to embarrass herself. It not only hurts the harmony, but also damages the image of the family. Don't you agree?"

The words were spoken without mercy.

Mrs. Tong was still smiling, "That's true. Originally, she was not allowed to come. But she said she was always good friends with Miss Wen, so I wanted to fulfill her wish... I didn't expect it to be so ugly. It's also because I didn't teach her well. I'm really sorry... I'll take the child away now." After saying that, she nodded slightly, picked up the shivering Tong Wanzhen, and then grabbed her own son who was watching the show with great interest, and left in a hurry, carrying one child in each hand.

The matchmaker at the side exclaimed "Oh my!" and directed the maids and old women with a smile, "Hurry up! We haven't drunk the wedding wine yet, don't miss the auspicious time!" The loud voice and festive expression seemed to be trying to cover up the truth.

It was not easy to talk about the poisoning. Her body was still numb and she could not use any strength. She was about to call for Shi Yin, but she heard Song Wenyuan's third sentence, which was as concise as usual, "Everyone get out."

The maids and servants probably felt that it was unreasonable, and just looked at the groom with a cold face, and finally left in silence. Everyone left, the servants, the guests, and even the couple of Lord Kejing had left, leaving only the unfamiliar newlywed couple and Shiyin who had managed to stay.

But... Yuan Ge glanced at the little girl's fingers that were about to get knotted, pursed his lips and smiled, then shook his head helplessly. It was true that like master, like maid. This master and servant Wen Qian really had the same sheep-like temperament.

A smile suddenly appeared on the pale face, it was so faint and shallow, but Song Wenyuan found it very irritating and ironic.

The Song and Wen families had never had any contact, and Song Wenyuan could roughly guess what the emperor's intention was in this random matchmaking - because his grandfather was a traitor, and although he had made military achievements, he was not trusted by the emperor, and as a result, the emperor never trusted the Song family, let alone himself. Minister Wen was the emperor's confidant, and sending his confidant's daughter to the Song family through marriage was equivalent to sending in a spy that could not be shaken off or gotten rid of.

He stood there, looking at the pale Wen Qian. She was beautiful, but also empty and boring, like a piece of porcelain that looked good but was not valuable or had no background. He called, "Miss Wen."

He called her Miss Wen, which meant that he didn't consider her as his wife. Yuan Ge didn't care. She was not a person who was bound by worldly matters. Even if she got married for no reason, it wouldn't stop her from leaving. She stayed here just to find out the truth about the poisoning today, the reason why she "resurrected from the dead", and to clear the dirty water on Wen Qian and clear her name.

Yuan Ge lay there, looking at this cheap husband. The afternoon sun shone down from behind him. He stood in the midsummer sun, looking like he was covered with a layer of invisible ice that could not be melted. His aura was cold and fierce. In the dim light, his outline was hard and three-dimensional, his facial features were delicate and gentle, and he had a pair of dark eyes, deep and deep, with rich colors.

What a good-looking appearance.

The other party drew a clear line between them, so she reciprocated the favor and raised her body slightly, "Master Song, just speak frankly."

Miss Wen, Mr. Song.

Song Wenyuan pulled the corner of his mouth, and the aura around him became even colder. He crossed his arms and said calmly, "Miss Wen didn't want to marry me, I knew it a long time ago. Miss Wen has someone she loves, and I can't control her. But I have something to say here. Now that you have entered this door, no matter what is in your heart, keep it to yourself, and don't do something like today again... Otherwise, I don't mind letting Miss Wen see the torture instruments with blood and flesh in the imperial prison."

...This person still holds a grudge.

Be petty.

Yuan Ge choked and explained in a pale voice, "That's not what I said, it's..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wenyuan, who had already turned around and was about to leave, suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a look of sneer and irony, "I know very well whether the concubine of the Tong family has the courage to make up stories about me behind my back. But Miss Wen... seems a little different from the rumors." After saying this, he turned away.

It's more than just "some", it's like there is a fox hidden under the sheep's skin.

As soon as Song Wenyuan stepped out of the door, Yuan Ge called Shiyin to bring a mirror.

In the bronze mirror, on the palm-sized oval face, the facial features are graceful and beautiful, the eyebrows are delicate and beautiful, the pair of peach blossom eyes are like smoke and mist, and the eyelashes are fine and long... At this moment, because of her weakness, she looks a little more pitiful.

But that wasn't my face.

What was even more terrifying was that this face looked 50% to 60% like his own... The sunlight came in through the open window, splashing all over the floor, dazzling like broken gold. Outside the window, cicadas were chirping at their utmost. Yuan Ge sat on the bed in silence, and suddenly it felt like he was in the coldest days of winter.

"Shiyin." She called, "Go make some ginger soup, I feel a little cold..."

Zhixuan Mountain... even if you ride at full speed from Shengjing City, it will take more than ten days to arrive.

Although there were young men from noble families in Shengjing who went to Zhixuan Mountain to study in previous years, they only stayed in the front mountain, while she stayed in the back mountain, so it was obvious that there was no intersection between them.

She was the naughty monkey and little witch on Zhixuan Mountain, jumping up and down, making jokes, drinking with people, fighting crickets, and rolling dice. When she was in the mood, she would poison everyone on the mountain with harmless poison to show the results of her hard work. Such a person, whether from the journey of more than ten days or from the opposite personality, has nothing in common with Wen Qian.

Then why did he and she look so similar? Was his "resurrection" today a coincidence or fate? Or... was it human power that could overcome nature?

She suddenly felt that her plan to leave...might have to be put on hold for a while.