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

Yuan Ge held a few selected books and walked to the desk and called him, "Husband, there is one more thing."

The expression withdrew a little from his smile, and he looked as if he was deceiving the world. Song Wenyuan subconsciously tightened the palm of his right hand, leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Speak."

To be concise, it sounds cold and hard.

Yuan Ge didn't care. She had her own things to do. As long as she achieved her goal, she didn't care about other people's attitude towards her. So she still explained in a gentle voice, "I have nothing to do, so I thought about practicing calligraphy in the house. But I don't have any copybooks, so I want to borrow one from my husband." Her brother always said that she wrote in a manly handwriting, domineering and flamboyant. If she asked Song Wenyuan to borrow the copybook for copying now, it would be easier to explain later.

Song Wenyuan did not suspect anything. As long as she behaved herself and did not cause any trouble, he was too lazy to care about her. He casually took out two scrolls from a porcelain bottle beside her and handed them over. "I don't have any calligraphy here. These two are the only ones that are considered to be the handwriting of famous calligraphers. If they are useful to you, you can keep them."

Song Wenyuan said it was a famous handwriting, so it was obviously excellent. Yuan Ge put the book in his arms on the table, took it with both hands, put it on the pile of books, hugged it tightly, smiled and thanked him before turning away, not noticing the other person's eyes suddenly darkened.

When she reached the door and walked out, Yuan Ge suddenly paused, turned around and smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that she was a little embarrassed, but she still called out, "Husband."

Lin Mu was stunned. "Why are you such a troublemaker?!"

"Lin Mu." Song Wenyuan called out calmly, his eyes cold and warning. Then he turned to Yuan Ge and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yuan Ge scratched her hair, obviously embarrassed, and asked carefully, "I just want to ask you, when I go back home in two days, do you want to go back with me?" She had not planned to call Song Wenyuan at first, but she had been nagging him all the way, and she really didn't want to be nagged again on the way back, so she asked for some unknown reason.

Two days later?

"There's something urgent that I can't leave," he said.

It was indeed an urgent matter, a net that had been cast for a long time and needed to be reeled in, but it felt a bit perfunctory to say it out loud. Then, seeing the "I understand" expression on the other person's face, I added, "If I really have something to do, I will go with you if I can make it in time."

Yuan Ge didn't expect him to really agree. She just thought that if Song Wenyuan refused, the little girl would stop complaining. Although she always did what she wanted and was not afraid of rumors, she could serve tea alone and go home alone, but it would be best if they could go back together. She smiled and said, "Okay."

Song Wenyuan thought for a moment and said, "I will be quite busy these two days. You can prepare the return gifts. If you want to buy anything, just write a list to Lin Mu and he will buy it for you."

Yuan Ge nodded with a smile and waved at Lin Mu, "Your name is Lin Mu? Come here..."

Lin Mu shuddered - there was something wrong with this woman! She was gentle, well-behaved and cute to her master, and although she was smiling to him, she made him feel a chill on the back of his head for some reason, like a demon fox that had become a spirit, and a nine-tailed one at that!

But the look from his master just now still left him with a lingering fear. He stepped forward reluctantly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yuan Ge stood there smiling, holding a book in her arms. She had a pretty face and spoke gently. "I am your master's wife, brought back in a sedan chair. I am equal to him in status. So, I am the master and you are the servant... From now on, when you see me, call me Madam Third Young Master. If you want to be more intimate, you can drop the word 'Third' and just call me Madam Third Master. I have a bad temper. If I hear you calling me wife again, I will beat you up every time I hear you."

After that, he waved his hand and left...

Lin Mu was left dumbfounded and turned back to accuse, "Master, look at her——"

Song Wenyuan was indeed watching.

The golden sunlight shone down, bathing the person in a fine halo. She looked very happy, and even her hair was lively. She walked without any rules, chatting and laughing with the maid beside her, making her look like a hooligan teasing a little girl, and then disappeared from sight.

Song Wenyuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he ordered, "Go check whether Wen Qian has ever taken a disciple, whether he has been away from Shengjing City for a long time, or if there is anyone who often goes to the Wen family. Check every detail."

His expression was unusually solemn, his usually gentle features now looked sharp, and there was an oppressive feeling of impending storm.

Lin Mu's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously glanced outside, and asked tentatively, "Master, what do you mean... is there something wrong with this mother-in-law or this young lady?"

My fingertips tapped lightly on the table, and in the study where no one was talking, only the "click, tap" sounds were heard.

Just when Lin Muxin was about to get angry, Song Wenyuan pointed to the corner where Yuan Ge had placed the book and asked, "Among those books, there is one that no longer has a title. Did she take it herself?"

"Yes. The book was on the bottom layer, and the pages were yellowed and wrinkled. The young lady flipped through it and took it... Master, is there anything wrong with the book?"

The "click, tap" sounds started again.

Song Wenyuan closed his eyes, his emotions becoming increasingly unclear. He spoke slowly, "Last month, Chengjin asked me to find this book from the Imperial Hospital. He brought two jars of good wine to me to drink. When he got drunk, he slept all night with the book in his arms and drooling... That's how the title of the book disappeared - it was soaked with saliva. He was too embarrassed to return it himself, so he gave it to me when he came last time, and I haven't taken care of it yet."

Thinking it was some big deal, Lin Mu heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I'm coming back."

Song Wenyuan shook his head and said without explaining, "Go get a basin of water."

The topic jumped too quickly, and before Lin Mu could react, he saw his master spread out his right hand, and his palm was black, all ink. He nodded and went out.

Song Wenyuan slowly leaned back in his chair, his eyes gloomy.

Xu Chengjin learned medical skills at Zhixuan Mountain. After studying for a year, even the head of the Imperial Hospital praised him highly and wanted to go to Zhixuan Mountain to be retrained. However, Zhixuan Mountain was very strict in accepting disciples. Those with poor talent and those who were too old were not accepted. As a result, the words "returned from Zhixuan Mountain after completing his studies" have become the best stepping stone to a career in politics.

Xu Chengjin searched for the book for many years and finally found it in a corner of the library of the Imperial Medical Bureau. The imperial doctors said that the book was too obscure and difficult to understand, so no one had read it and it has been covered in dust ever since.

Wen Qian took four books from here: a travelogue, a history book, and a collection of strange stories. He had read them all. The contents were popular and indeed good for killing time, but... there was an obscure medical book among them.

Wen Qian...suddenly there seemed to be many more mysteries. Her temperament, personality, and knowledge were all hard to figure out. Song Wenyuan pressed his temples, frowned, and closed his eyes.