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

Jianshu left with the dagger in one hand and Lin Mu's collar in the other.

Murong Yuxuan looked a little at a loss, and even his expression was stiff and cautious. He suddenly had news about the person he had been looking for for twenty years, but it turned out that the person had been dead for fourteen years. He was certainly not happy, but he didn't seem to be very sad either. He felt more like a sense of relief, as if the burden he had carried for twenty years was finally off his shoulders. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and all that was left was confusion.

He stood there blankly, with a puzzled look on his face. How did he... find it?

He stood like this for a long time, then slowly squatted down without saying a word.

Yuan Ge looked back at Song Wenyuan and pursed her lips. The other party slowly reached out his hand to her. She walked closer in silence. Song Wenyuan handed Wen Xiaobai to her and took her to the corridor to sit down. He then stroked her head and whispered in comfort, "It's a good thing that you found your uncle."

Yes, it was a good thing to find her uncle, but those heavy things that she couldn't express now still made her feel a little breathless, let alone express the emotion of "this is a good thing".

She buried her face in Wen Xiaobai's soft and warm fur. After a while, she called out softly, "Song Wenyuan..."

He murmured in response, as gentle and patient as ever.

However, the words "I want to go to Zhixuan Mountain" rolled around in her throat, but she swallowed them back in the end. She didn't know how to explain the relationship between her aunt and her mother to him, nor could she find a plausible reason to explain why she wanted to go to Zhixuan Mountain. Song Wenyuan was too smart, so smart that he could find those unexplainable loopholes in her own disordered thoughts at any time.

So she fell silent.

Murong Yuxuan, on the other hand, seemed to have come back to his senses from the huge shock. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked at the two of them, rubbing his hands and smiling a little awkwardly, "That..." Even though he knew that the woman in front of him was his junior, he still subconsciously put himself in the role of a servant. Those were the edges that had been smoothed out along the way, how could they grow back easily?

Yuan Ge looked up and saw that the other party was reserved. He curled his lips into a weak and pale smile and said, "Uncle, please feel free to speak."

"It's like this... Shao Rou was finally found. She stayed in Shengjing City for several years and is now buried here. I, I have no other place to go... I will stay here with her for the rest of my life. If the young lady still needs me, I will stay and serve her. Just call me uncle... you and I know it in our hearts, and there is no need for everyone in the mansion to know. Having an uncle like me is not a glorious thing. I came here through the back door. The job is dispensable, and the monthly salary is not less. If my relationship with the young lady is known, the young lady will be criticized and criticized."

As he said these words, he scratched the back of his head, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and made more nervous movements than before. He did not seem as calm and elegant as when we first met, nor did he have the courage and spirit he had when he wielded a sword to kill the enemy at the foot of the mountain.

This man is really too cautious.

Yuan Ge was about to persuade her, but Song Wenyuan quietly patted her shoulder, and when she looked back, he nodded and agreed, "Uncle, you are too polite. It is reassuring to have you around Qianqian. This girl likes to make trouble, and working for her is not a job that is easy and lucrative. But since uncle has decided, it is not easy for the younger generation to force him. But let's forget about the rules between master and servant. From now on, we will not call you uncle, but sir. How about that? From now on, sir is no longer a servant of Luofengxuan, but a staff member of my Kejingbo Mansion. How about that?"

Murong Yuxuan was about to refuse, but Song Wenyuan smiled and said, "You know Qianqian's personality. If you don't even want to accept this assistant today, you don't have to wait until tomorrow. I'm afraid that everyone in the mansion, even Wen Xiaobai, will call you 'Uncle'."

Yuan Ge already understood Song Wenyuan's intention, and patted Wen Xiaobai cooperatively, "Come on, Xiaobai, call me uncle."

Murong Yuxuan was no match for these two people, so he had to accept the offer for now. He was about to bow and leave, but when he looked up, he saw Yuan Ge's expression of "If you dare to bow, I will teach Xiaobai to call you uncle". In the end, he left in disappointment, lowered his head slightly, and left. He naturally knew that Wen Xiaobai would never call him "uncle", but Wen Xiaobai would not, but others would... He didn't know Wen Qian's personality very well, but he knew a lot about it. He was not afraid of ghosts and gods, the heavens and the earth, and the reputation. It was very likely that the news of "Murong Yuxuan is my uncle" would be spread to everyone in the Kejing Marquis's Mansion.

However, the girl is the daughter of the Minister of Revenue and will become the mistress of the Marquis Kejing's Mansion in the future. Reputation is the most important thing. An uncle like him who has nothing but brute force will only be a stain that will be laughed at by others.

He originally wanted to leave the Kejing Earl's Mansion, build a small house outside the city, plant some crops, raise two chickens, and stay with Shao Rou at her burial place, and also guard her only daughter.

But he couldn't bring himself to say it. He wanted to stay here, watch over her closely, protect her, and fight back those who bullied her when necessary. Shao Ai's sons and daughters both died, and now the two sisters only had this one child left. He would protect her even at the cost of his own life. That was the new meaning of life after he found Shao Rou.

Yuan Ge didn't know that Murong Yuxuan had already made up his mind. Even until this moment, she still remained a little wary of Murong Yuxuan.

He kept saying that he had deep affection for the two sisters, but his brother also said that he had never seen anyone from his maternal grandparents' family since he was born. His grandfather said that his mother was an exceptionally gentle and generous woman. If he really had deep affection for them, why did his mother avoid him when he came to Zhixuan Mountain to see her, and not even give him a message, making him wait in the front mountain for three years?

There were too many incomprehensible doubts in Murong Yuxuan's words, just like the contradictory four years. It remained to be seen which was true and which was false... At least, compared to Murong Yuxuan, she believed the words of her grandfather and brother more.

When the tiny snowflakes drifted into the corridor, Yuan Ge realized belatedly that the clear sky had been covered by clouds. The man who had been by her side just now came over with a small hand warmer. He knew that she was worried, but he did not ask her a word. He just handed the small hand warmer to her and said softly, "It's snowing, warm your hands."

Snowing.