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

The last bit of light in Murong Yuxuan's eyes gradually faded. Even though he said that he had already prepared himself mentally, it was always sad when the hope that ignited at that moment suddenly fell through.

"I know..." He closed his eyes slightly, and his face, which always had a kind smile in the past, finally had no smile at all. "I actually knew it a long time ago... If a woman really stayed in Shengjing City, even if she married someone, there shouldn't be any trace left. Madam, you have taken me in for so long, but all good things must come to an end. Madam, I think it's time to say goodbye."

He lowered his head slightly, and there was a sense of helplessness as usual when he said these words.

The courtyard had become quiet at some point. The maid who was trimming the flowers and plants had already left. Lin Mu and Jian Shu stood side by side not far away and looked at each other. In the end, they did not speak to keep him. In fact, since the first day Murong Yuxuan came here, everyone knew that he did not belong here and would leave sooner or later. Besides, who would really just want to find a guard for the dog? This was just a joke! But after spending so many days together, it was always a bit hard to say goodbye. Lin Mu wanted to say that he would leave after the Chinese New Year, but the almost solemn atmosphere behind the sadness of parting made him unable to speak.

"I didn't lie to you. I really don't know Murong Shaorou..." Yuan Ge frowned, his eyes fell on his toes, and he spoke softly with almost regret, "But you once said that I look a bit like you, Murong Shaorou."

Murong Yuxuan nodded.

"My mother died when I was two years old. On the way back from visiting her parents, she was hit by rolling rocks. No one in the group survived... My mother was not from Shengjing, and even my father didn't know where she lived or her name. Until now, the only tablet enshrined in the Wen family's ancestral hall is a tablet named 'Rou'er'. You said there shouldn't be any trace of her, maybe it's just because she passed away fourteen years ago, and it has become a wound in some people's hearts that can never be mentioned." Yuan Ge slowly raised his head and looked at Murong Yuxuan, watching his Adam's apple roll, watching him tense up, watching the blood on his face gradually fade, and said softly, "I am sixteen years old this year, and I look a bit like my mother."

"I don't know if her surname is Murong, and I don't know if I should call you uncle."

She knew that this was a bit risky, but when the truth she originally thought of turned out to be a thick fog that obscured the truth, and the truth vaguely pointed to the word "Murong", and she knew nothing about the Murong family, she had no choice but to take the risk.

In Luofeng Pavilion, the only sound left was breathing.

The wind blowing in from outside the wall, carrying the scent of wintersweet from somewhere, drifted faintly into my nostrils, and I don't know what long-lost memories it evoked.

When they first met, in the crowded dark alley, he caught a glimpse of her in disguise. Even though her true appearance was concealed and she looked a little unattractive, the details between her eyebrows and eyes, which were engraved in his soul and he had secretly described them countless times, still froze him in place... More than ten years of long journeys, walking alone, more than ten years of loss and despair, just in that moment in the TV crematorium, it made people feel that it was worth it... Looking back now, I don’t know how I resisted the urge to rush forward and recognize her.

But what followed was disappointment again. This person was not Shao Rou, and she had no relationship with Shao Rou at all. They were just two people who looked somewhat similar, but of different ages and personalities. He should have continued on his way. Even he himself could not tell whether it was because he had walked on the lonely road for too long and was too eager for this kind of lively life, or because of the similarities that made him unable to say the word "goodbye" - Shao Rou was also this age when she left home, as beautiful as a flower.

But, Shaorou is not here.

He became more and more aware of this fact day by day, until today when the little girl clenched her fists and raised her neck and said to him, "I have never heard of the last name Murong in Shengjing City", he really decided to leave - warm places make people nostalgic, but he does not belong here, even if there is little hope, he should be on the road, instead of staying in the bustling and warm Luofengxuan, paralyzing himself day by day and forgetting his promise.

There was a period of time when everyone he walked on the street looked like Shao Rou, and he offended many people for this and was beaten several times. Although he had a lot of martial arts skills, he didn't dare to resist at all under those most brutal punches and kicks.

There were times when I was so poor that I couldn't afford food or stay in an inn. I had also received buns given to me by others without knowing it. I had been chased by dogs and chased by people. When I was in the middle of nowhere, I even slept in a tree and fell down in the middle of the night, leaving me with a bruised face.

In the past twenty years, the young man who was once full of vigor and vitality had long died in the past. Murong Yuxuan, who survived, got used to bending his waist before opening his mouth, got used to smiling at everyone he met, and got used to loss and despair. So when someone put Shao Rou's trace in front of him, he couldn't react all of a sudden.

uncle?

These two words were too unfamiliar to him, so unfamiliar that he was a little dazed for a moment. He looked blankly at Lin Mu, who was also dumbfounded, and then turned his head to look at Yuan Ge in slow motion. He opened his mouth, but was still speechless...

"I..." He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and short, and he pulled at his washed-out clothes helplessly. He had custom-made clothes when he worked at Luofengxuan, but he didn't wear them. The material of the clothes was very good, and he was reluctant to wear them. It was his best piece of clothing, made according to his preferences, and he wanted to keep it for when he saw Shaorou... Even though the possibility of seeing her again in this life was very slim. He clutched the corner of his clothes, his lips trembling helplessly, "Can I, can I go... can I go see her?"

Her burial place.

"Okay." Yuan Ge closed his eyes and nodded, his face calm, "But I need to discuss the specific matters with my father."

"Thank you..."

Murong Yuxuan bent down to thank him as usual, but Yuan Ge held her arm to stop her from bending down. She shook her head and said softly, "No need to thank me. Unless there is an accident, you are my elder. But, there are still doubts about my mother's matter. Before I am really sure about your intentions, I dare not risk the entire Wen family. Please understand." Although she said this, Yuan Ge knew better than anyone that if she had not had to face the elders of the Murong family, she would never recognize Murong Yuxuan.

Less trouble is worse than more. Having lived two lives, she has long been accustomed to not trusting anyone easily.