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

Not long after lunch, Yuan Ge sent a piece of cloth and a sachet to the Yu family, specifically asking Miss Yu Qingqing to receive them personally.

The azure blue fabric, with dark bamboo patterns faintly gleaming in the sunlight, looked like waves rolling forward. The nanny who knew about it said that it was made from Jiangnan material and was very expensive, but the color and style didn't look like something a girl would use. However, Yu Qingqing liked it very much, hugged it in her arms and touched it again and again, and asked her friend who was reading quietly beside her with a smile, "Weiwei, does it look good?"

The other party looked up from the golden house, smiled faintly, and nodded, somewhat perfunctorily.

Yu Qingqing was already used to her friend's temper, so she didn't care. She sighed to herself, "You know what, Wen Qian's taste in men isn't very good, but she has great taste in choosing the right materials. It suits my taste very well, haha!"

She looked at the material again, put down the book in her hand, picked up the scented bag that was left aside and sniffed it. It was not special, but it smelled good. She pinched the scented bag and reminded him softly, "It's not tasteful, it just happens to suit your taste."

Yu Qingqing giggled, not caring at all, hugging the cloth as if it were her own precious son, "It's good that it suits my taste! It means we get along well!"

Do you like each other? The other party looked at the exquisitely embroidered sachet in his hand, and his eyebrows slightly frowned... Yu Qingqing went to the flower viewing banquet today, wearing a pink palace dress, which was specially prepared by Madam Yu. It was the first pink dress in Yu Qingqing's life. Because of this, the mother and daughter had a big quarrel... When people meet for the first time, they can only guess a little bit of their character and preferences by looking at their appearance, dress, and speech and behavior. But Wen Qian saw through the wild boy's temper under the pink clothes at a glance.

It’s more like a sharp vision than a rapport.

She pondered for a moment, put down the sachet in her hand, and asked softly, "Wen Qian's mother, you know, right?"

Yu Qingqing was slightly stunned, the joy on her face gradually disappeared, she turned around and handed the cloth to the maid behind her, then said seriously, "Are you talking about the original wife of the Wen family? She has been gone for more than ten years, I don't know much about her, I only heard that she was on her way back to her hometown to visit her relatives, and she encountered an accident when the rocks slipped, and no one in the group survived... It's a pity. Why are you suddenly talking about this?"

"I went to my grandfather's house a while ago and helped him sort out some files. He talked about this matter." The other party's eyes fell on a point in front of him, his eyes were empty and his brows were slightly frowned. "My grandfather said that this matter was quite strange. In the autumn of that year, the country was peaceful and the people were safe. He checked all the relevant records and had never heard of any natural disasters such as large rocks rolling down... Wen Changling couldn't accept the death of his first wife at first, and insisted that Madam Wen was murdered. But within a month, he promoted his concubine to his wife and never mentioned his former wife again. The strangest thing is that the origin of this Madam Wen is also very vague. We only know that she is a foreigner. Other than that, even my grandfather can't find out a single thing."

Yu Qingqing frowned and looked over. After a while, she waved her hands and asked the servants around her to leave. Then she asked in a low voice, "Even your grandfather can't be found?"

The friend's name is Zhong Wei, and he takes his mother's surname. Others may not know, but Yu Qingqing knows it well. The Zhong family made their fortune by selling information, and Mr. Zhong is a well-known know-it-all. If even Mr. Zhong says he doesn't know, then there is really no way to find out.

Yu Qingqing thought about it and found a more convincing explanation. "Maybe, it's just that he came from a small and unknown place, so it's possible that the old man couldn't find him! As for Minister Wen... it's easier to explain. Men always get tired of the old and love the new. No matter how deep the love was in the past, it can never compare to the person who is truly by your side, don't you think? Just look at Wen Qian and you will know. Isn't the daughter of his first wife still neglected to this extent?"

If you really say so, it does make sense.

Zhong Wei nodded gently, but still reminded Yu Qingqing, "What happened has nothing to do with us. I just saw that you are very interested in Wen Qian, so I reminded you to be careful in your daily life and not to rush into it and get involved in a bunch of unclear things."

Yu Zhenzhen was thinking about when to go to Yuan Ge for tea and opera, while casually agreeing, and then changed the subject and asked, "I heard that your mother is looking for a husband for you. Which family is it? Have you decided yet?"

The two families were neighbors. In the early years, Yu Zhenzhen often climbed over the wall to visit Zhong Wei instead of going through the main gate. The elders thought it was dangerous. In addition, the two families had a good relationship, so they simply opened a corner door on the wall. In this way, the two families really had no secrets at all, and even the smallest things could be passed on to the neighbors.

A young girl would be a little embarrassed to talk about this. Zhong Wei looked embarrassed and shook her head, "It's not even a matter of fate... Although I am the eldest daughter of the Ouyang family, my surname is Zhong after all. According to the agreement between my father and my grandfather, I will go to my grandfather's house to inherit the family business. This will make my marriage a little troublesome... I think it doesn't matter whether I get married or not."

"That's right!" Yu Zhenzhen laughed. "The second-generation rich people in Shengjing City who only know how to show off by writing are just like peacocks spreading their tails, only caring about their heads and not their butts. I despise them, so how can they be worthy of you?"

The other person pursed his lips and chuckled, pointing at her head from a distance, "You...if your mother hears this, she will definitely nag you again."

The other party chuckled and looked nonchalant.

Zhong Wei shook his head helplessly. The previous topic had been forgotten because of this interruption.

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Not long after Yuan Ge returned to the mansion, the waiter from Sanpinju came and said that the tea ordered by Mr. Song had arrived and was specially delivered. Yuan Ge knew about this. Nan Yin had been talking about going to Sanpinju for tea before, but she didn't get to drink it. She subconsciously asked someone to go to the next door, but she asked, "What kind of tea?"

The other party bowed with a smile, "To answer what the young lady said, it is top-grade Laojunmei. In the whole Shengjing City, apart from the ones used by the emperor, only our Sanpinju has this much. After today, before the new tea is on the market, we will have no more at Sanpinju, so we will send it all to you."

Yuan Ge was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Have you paid the silver?"

The waiter bowed again, "That's not right, Mr. Song and our boss have a close relationship, and the matter of collecting money is not my responsibility."

Yuan Ge didn't know who the owner of Sanpinju was, and she was not interested in finding out. When she heard that she didn't have to pay any money at the moment, she nodded and waved her hand, "Thank you for your hard work, young man. Shiyin, please put it away first." These were top-notch Laojunmei eyebrows. It wouldn't be too much for her to have a taste of them in advance, right?