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

Yanhuo came back quickly.

Yuan Ge had just sat down and exchanged a few words of greeting when Yan Huo came back - alone.

Yan Huo strode in, bowed, and then said, "The Third Elder said that he and Sister Hong did have a master-servant relationship, but Sister Hong left without saying goodbye many years ago, and they have never had any contact in all these years. Naturally, the master-servant relationship has ended long ago. Now... no matter what Sister Hong did, it has nothing to do with him, and there is really no need for him to show up."

After saying that, he bowed again, and after seeing Song Wenyuan nod slightly, he stepped behind him.

Hong Lan's hands, tied behind her back, suddenly clenched...the end.

Yuan Ge looked at Hong Lan, the woman with her head down. The strands of hair on her forehead had spread out a little, falling down to cover her eyes. The woman who never lost her composure suddenly staggered, as if she was about to fall down. Her face turned pale, visible to the naked eye.

"Hong Lan." Yuan Ge looked at Hong Lan and asked softly, "Is it worth it?"

Hong Lan raised her eyes and looked.

The little girl sat next to Yuan Junfeng, in a high position. She sat upright in the large, heavy carved chair, and didn't seem to think anything was wrong. Even the Great Elder just sat there, looking at her, as if in a trance, and obviously didn't intend to intervene. Behind the Great Elder Yuan Junfeng, standing in a proper manner, was Wen Qian's attendant maid, Jianshu.

Hong Lan soon realized that Wen Qian's status in Zhixuan Mountain was much higher than she thought... But why? Just because Wen Qian was a disciple of Yuan Ge? This didn't make sense.

Every year, there are many people who come with real money to knock on the door of Zhixuan Mountain, and there are many people who come with real money to be turned away. Zhixuan Mountain has never been a place where just anyone can enter. Over the years, all those who have come to Zhixuan Mountain to learn from their masters are geniuses. Wen Qian is really not good enough among these people. Even if she has some relationship with Yuan Ge, she will not be elevated to this status... It's a good trick.

As for…is it worth it? After years of planning and hard work, all I got was a sentence like “our relationship has already ended”. All these years of enduring humiliation, all these years of welcoming and seeing off, all those days and nights of longing, have become a joke.

How could it possibly be worth it?

But she had always been proud, and even though she lost everything she was unwilling to say the word "regret". She just smiled softly, and forced out four words from between her teeth, "I welcome it." Every word was so painful that it felt like her heart was being torn out. She trembled as if all the strength in her limbs had been drained, and she could only grit her teeth to try not to lose her composure.

But the little girl seemed to see through her superficial strength and got down from the carved chair with a giggle, walked up to her with her hands behind her back, tilted her head and chuckled, "I'm happy with it..." She repeated these four words slowly, suddenly sneered, and turned her back.

Yuan Ge turned his back to Hong Lan, looked up slightly and smiled to himself, "The first time we met was in the magnificent lobby of Zui Huan Lou. I still remember the look of Hong Mama walking down the stairs holding the handrail in the halo of sunlight pouring down from behind. At that time, I felt that you should be bold, transparent and free. Although you are bound by love and sex, you are not bound by fame and fortune... I still remember Hong Mama's outfit that day."

"She was wearing a light purple and gold-edged long dress embroidered with crabapple branches, and a thin emerald veil over it, but?" Yuan Ge looked back at her with a faint smile, "Even as she walked leisurely, she was already full of charm - she was an interesting beauty, that's what I thought at the time."

Hong Lan was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked over, bumping into the other person's eyes.

The palm-sized face has distinct features, and the eyes are the most eye-catching. In the ink-splashed pupils is my cramped and confused figure, almost unfamiliar... even I feel unfamiliar with myself. If we first met, it was really too long ago, so long ago that I almost forgot it. Fortunately, this girl even remembered what clothes I was wearing... Hong Lan lowered her eyebrows and smiled softly, is she an interesting beauty?

"Young Madam, you are so kind to me, but I cannot accept it." She stopped laughing and said softly, feeling a little lonely and desolate, all the ups and downs, only she knew it, just like... was it really sweet? Of course not, otherwise she wouldn't be so bothered by the hairpin. But she was already past her teens, and rationality began to take over. Love and hate were still there, but they could no longer influence her personal choices. Hate caused by love... was too tiring.

"I know what the young lady wants to say. I also roughly know what the young lady wants to do. It's just... the old master is still the master. Although the relationship between master and servant is over, I cannot betray the old master. I hope that the young lady will forgive Hong Lan for being unable to help you." After saying this, he slightly bent his knees, lowered his head, and then fell silent.

Yuan Ge looked at Hong Lan like this, and finally said nothing, only sighed softly... In theory, Zhan Yanfeng is much older than her, how could such a clear-headed person be so stubborn? She didn't understand, so she walked to the large carved chair and sat down, tilting her head to look at Song Wenyuan, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Take Mama Hong back." Yuan Ge told Lin Mu, "I'll arrange two trusted guards to watch over her later. Mama Hong, please bear with it for a while and stay in the house. Someone will deliver three meals a day. If you need anything, just tell the guards."

This was already very good, and she had no right to object, Hong Lan responded in a low voice. When she went out, she turned back subconsciously and saw the great elder who had been silent and expressionless and seemed to be asleep, smiling at the little girl with a kind and flattering look... Hong Lan realized belatedly that there was something particularly strange in the man's very natural words just now - it was as if she was the one who made the arrangements on Zhixuan Mountain.

"What are you looking at! Let's go!" Lin Mu urged from behind, "Don't think that just because my young mistress is a little lenient with you, you'll have another chance! I tell you, it's impossible with me around!"

Hong Lan explained patiently, "That's not the case..."

……

The atmosphere inside the house was not as good as Honglan thought.

The old man didn't have a kind face. On the contrary, he rolled his eyes again and again, looking quite jealous. He whined and didn't want to talk to anyone. "Don't think I didn't know anything just because I was drunk last night. Tell me yourself, was I wrong?" After all, he complained in public, so he was very reserved.

Yuan Ge understood instantly and his face suddenly turned red.

The shameless man explained as a matter of course, "Grandfather, don't blame her, she is also taking care of me."

The old man got even angrier.