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

The wind in the inner courtyard of a house is always colder than that outside.

Tong Wanzhen tightened her collar and stepped into the study carefully. Seeing the broken porcelain pieces on the floor that had not been cleaned up, her heart suddenly tightened. She walked forward nervously, chose a relatively clean place to stand, and knelt down to salute, "Father, are you looking for me?"

Sometimes Tong Wanzhen even doubted whether Tong Mingru had forgotten that he had such a daughter. She was like a weed in the corner of the Tong family, left to fend for herself and no one to control her. How long had it been since they last met in such a serious manner? She almost forgot it. What was the reason for this time? Could it be that... She glanced at Tong Mingru's unpredictable expression, and her heart became more and more uneasy. She subconsciously tightened her collar again.

Tong Mingru nodded calmly, "Yes, I'm here." He sounded as if he had just woken up, lazy and listless. He pointed to a chair beside him and said, "Sit down by yourself."

The heart that had been lifted high slowly fell to the ground - she could still sit. It seemed that her affairs were not exposed. It was just that the tea and porcelain pieces were all over the floor. Tong Wanzhen stood there without moving, and said politely, "My daughter can just stand here. Father, please tell me if you have anything to say."

"Yeah." Tong Mingru didn't mention it anymore, and asked casually, "I heard that you are very familiar with Song Wenyuan's wife, Mrs. Wen?"

"Father, are you talking about Qianqian?" Tong Wanzhen was a little uncomfortable hearing people call her "Wen". After a moment of hesitation, she nodded in agreement, "Yes... but we haven't had any contact since she got married." She didn't know the purpose of Tong Mingru's question, so she left him some wiggle room.

Tong Mingru stroked the thin layer of beard on his chin, which was very soft and well-kept, nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Well, then you go to the Song family to meet her tomorrow and find a way to ask her for a bottle of Tusu wine that Jin Yunian left with Song Wenyuan."

Tong Wanzhen was stunned. "What?" She really didn't understand. She could hear every word, but she couldn't understand them together. Asking Wen Qian to ask for a bottle of wine that Jin Yunian left at Song Wenyuan's place? What kind of wine required so much trouble? And he was going there tomorrow?

If this happened in the past, let alone a bottle of wine, even if it was a priceless treasure, as long as Wen Qian had it, she would have asked for it with just one word. But now was different, Wen Qian was evil now, and she really didn't dare to ask for it.

"Father." She tried to shirk responsibility. "If you want to visit me, you need to send a visiting card at least one day in advance. You can only visit me after receiving a reply. It's late at night now. I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

Tong Mingru raised her eyelids and looked over. There was a sneer in her small eyes. "Aren't you good sisters? If you are, why do you have to be so particular? It's not a formal visit. It's just a sudden impulse for the two sisters to meet and talk. Why do you need a visiting card? It's settled. You will go to the Song family to meet Wen tomorrow morning. I will have someone send Song Wenyuan away to give you a chance to talk alone."

"Father, this is not polite..."

Tong Mingru waved his hands, clearly impatient, "What's the matter with etiquette? You're not very old, but your personality is old-fashioned. In this respect, you're not as good as your elder sister."

Tong Wanzhen was suddenly startled. The legitimate sister, the legitimate sister, and the legitimate sister again. The Tong family obviously has two daughters, but everyone only sees Tong Yuhan. The beautiful clothes are Tong Yuhan's, the erudite teachers are Tong Yuhan's, the excellent men are Tong Yuhan's, and even the parents are hers. Everyone says that in terms of appearance and talent, you are not as good as your legitimate sister, not to mention that you are just a concubine's daughter. What else do you want? Can you make any waves? Then you can just marry an ordinary man honestly.

Even at this moment, Tong Mingru clearly needed something from her, but he could still say to her as if it was a matter of course, "You are not as good as your elder sister."

The handkerchief in her hand was twisted again and again, and her fingertips were hurting. Even the old and new marks on her body seemed to start to hurt. Tong Wanzhen looked straight at her father who was almost a stranger in front of her, and sneered, "Then you let Tong Yuhan go! She is better than me in every way, and she can naturally help your father solve his problems. It's just a bottle of wine. Can Wen Qian not give it to you for the sake of the Tong family?"

This was the first time she didn't even pretend to be so, letting the hatred in her eyes be exposed to everyone. Tong Mingru was startled, and then he was inexplicably angry. He picked up the paperweight at hand and threw it at her -

Tong Wanzhen didn't avoid or give way.

The palm-sized topaz Pixiu hit her forehead with such force that her eyes almost went black and she staggered and nearly fell. She raised her hand with a blank look and touched her forehead, which was warm and wet.

The paperweight fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Tong Wanzhen lowered her eyes and looked at the broken pieces of porcelain and jade on the ground. Somehow, she suddenly smiled. In her silent smile, Tong Mingru cursed, "Get out and kneel! When you figure it out, get out of here!"

Tong Wanzhen lowered her eyebrows, slightly bent her knees to salute, walked slowly to the door, and knelt expressionlessly. The blood on her forehead was winding down, and she didn't even wipe it off. She was not a person with backbone. If it were in the past, she would have cried and begged for Tong Mingru's forgiveness. After all, the only thing that an unfavored concubine could rely on in this inner courtyard was the mercy of her biological father's blood.

But now it's different... Could the wine that I took so much trouble to get back be just a simple wine? I'm afraid... someone has already got the upper hand over it, right?

By tomorrow, won’t Tong Mingru beg me to go to the Song family?

very nice.

She just wanted everyone in the world to see that concubines were not born inferior! Concubines were not born inferior to legitimate daughters! She knelt at the door of the study, her back straight, looking up at the dark night, the corners of her mouth curved almost madly...

Tick-tick, a drop of water fell on the corner of her eye. Tong Wanzhen was slightly stunned. Soon, another drop... as big as a bean fell.

It's raining.

Outside the gate of the Kejing Marquis's residence, behind a stone lion more than one meter tall, a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat slowly walked out. The man was tall and majestic, wearing a brand new dark blue Confucian shirt, like a scholar with some kung fu skills, with a square face, deep facial features, a pair of eyes deeply embedded in the eye sockets, a high nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a wild and exotic look. He walked to the door, bowed slightly to the doorman, and said with a foreign accent, "Two young men, I, I want to ask about someone, Shao Rou... Murong Shao Rou, can she live here?"

Seeing that he was dressed neatly, the concierge just shook his head politely and said, "I've never heard of it."

The middle-aged man was about to inquire further when his ears suddenly moved and he heard footsteps approaching inside. He said "Excuse me" in a low voice and left quickly.

What a weirdo.