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

When the three of them reached the cliff, Yuan Ge stood in the dark and stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open. He felt dizzy and black in front of his eyes. He wished he could kick Xu Chengjin, this useless guy, off the mountain.

Yes, her coffin was really opened by someone.

At that time, only Zhan Yanfeng was seen halfway, and only when he reached the cliff did he see the steward standing by with his head bowed and a shovel on his hand. Tsk, he is really a trusted general, he can even participate in such a thing as digging people's graves in the middle of the night... Yuan Ge complained in his heart, while grabbing the two people who rushed forward, and even nodded at the coffin not far away in a good mood, whispering, "Let's see what the situation is." Obviously, her last sentence was referring to her mother. Even if Zhan Yanfeng came here, he should have come to secretly pay homage to the deceased late at night, how could he come to dig graves?

"What are you still looking at?" In view of the "previous experience" just now, Master Xu lowered his voice this time and occasionally added some body movements, making him look like a mute who couldn't speak clearly. But he didn't realize it, and was still pointing and gesticulating in a funny way, with a low voice but a strong expression, "If you keep looking, your coffin lid will really be opened!"

"Just open it and then cover it up again. Let's see what they want to do first. Besides, the lid of the coffin hasn't been opened yet. Even if you rush over to question them, you can still avoid the main issue... It's better to catch them red-handed."

Young Master Xu was really puzzled. "How can you avoid the seriousness of digging up someone's grave? Could it be that he felt that Yuan Ge had been bored in there for too long and needed to come out to get some fresh air and enjoy the moonlight on the hill? I tell you, if this kind of conscienceless thing happened in our place, it would kill our descendants... Oh, yes, he probably has no descendants."

Their place? Isn't it Shengjing? The three people present here can barely be considered to be from the same place. Where did his gossiping look, "Let me tell you, it's so and so in our place", come from?

Yuan Ge and Song Wenyuan looked at each other and shook their heads in tacit agreement. Yuan Ge slapped the crouching Master Xu on the head and sneered, "Even if you are cut off from having children, it's not you. Even if you are dug out to dry under the moon, it's not you, Master Xu. Shut up and watch carefully."

The two people not far ahead were all paying attention to the coffin that had just been dug out. The coffin was made of camphor wood and looked solemn under the moonlight. Yuan Ge left in a hurry, and Yuan Junfeng was in seclusion. At that time, only Yuan Qi, who was angry and helpless, was left. They divided the work and coordinated to handle Yuan Ge's funeral affairs. This coffin was bought by Zhan Yanfeng. It was made of camphor wood and the finest golden nanmu. It could be buried underground for a thousand years without decaying.

Zhan Yanfeng stood in front of Yuan Ge's coffin for a long time, and finally looked away and said softly, "Open it."

The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the cool breeze blows on your face. It is indeed a good time to enjoy the moon and breathe in the air.

Yuan Ge hid in the dark, listening to the creaking of wood, watching his coffin being pried open slowly, watching Zhan Yanfeng's pale fingertips slowly stroking the coffin, watching him clearly relieved. He said, "You said she was just faking her death, I didn't believe it... But I still came, maybe just for that glimmer of hope."

His gaze vaguely fell on a certain spot in the ancestral hall behind him, and he murmured in a slow and gentle voice, "They all said that I don't like her and that I was particularly strict with her. I guess she thinks so too..."

The manager agreed with that, but still tried to comfort her, "You just love me so much that you criticize me so harshly. If you really don't like me, just turn it away. Why bother worrying about me?"

Unexpectedly, Zhan Yanfeng sneered softly, and that laughter always felt a bit weird in this situation. He himself was unaware of it and said bluntly, "No. I really don't like her... She has too many characteristics of the Yuan family, and her temper is like her father! It's really unpleasant..."

He laughed softly, and then slowly squatted down in front of Yuan Ge's coffin. In the coffin lay a corpse and some torn cloth. When the mountain wind blew, a stale and decayed smell came to his face, but he seemed unaware of it. He just scratched the coffin and smiled foolishly, "But... she is Shao Ai's daughter! How could I not like her daughter... I just, I just..."

But in the end, it was never said.

It was midnight, the mountain wind was howling, the graves were opened, the coffins were opened, and there were corpses whose names could no longer be identified. The steward stammered for a long time, but he didn't say out the doubts that had been rolling back and forth in his throat for several times... As a confidant, he naturally knew what his third master was thinking. When the eldest son of the Yuan family got married, he married the eldest daughter of the Murong family, Murong Shaoai, but the Murong family's attitude was unclear. The pre-marriage etiquette was thoughtful, but the wedding reception was quite puzzling. It was said that the wedding procession could only be sent halfway, and Zhixuanshan's wedding procession also met halfway.

For a girl like this who marries far away, it is supposed that she and her whole family will either come to the man's place as guests before the wedding and leave from the inn on the wedding day. If the girl's family is good, the man will go to the bride's hometown in person to pick her up as a token of his sincerity, and then travel a long way by boat to welcome her home.

How can you pick up the bride halfway? It's more like handing over hostages than picking up the bride.

But the other party insisted, saying that this was their custom. At that time, the steward asked the third master, where is this custom from? The third master also said that he had never heard of it, but he still persuaded the elder to agree to it. If the wedding is bumpy, it is unlucky. He also said that as long as we are more polite and let the bride know our attitude, the couple will live their lives on their own in the future... The elder thought about it and finally agreed. However, the number of people who came to pick up the bride was much larger than the original number, and the third master was also among them.

It was that time, that glance, that I fell in love with you.

The steward looked at it again and again. He really wanted to say that it might not be Yuan Ge, but just a skeleton. If Yuan Ge wanted to escape, he could do it so that no one could tell whether it was true or not. But the Third Master also said that he came here for that glimmer of hope... If he insisted that Yuan Ge was not dead, I am afraid that this matter would become the Third Master's obsession. The steward looked up at the sky, sighed, and tried to persuade him in a relaxed manner, "Third Master... the person is gone, no matter how much you say, it is in vain... At that time, you were always rude and made her misunderstand a lot. Now that the mother and daughter meet, maybe she is accusing you."

Zhan Yanfeng raised the corner of his mouth and said, "That's not bad...but she is the most gentle and quiet. If that dead girl goes there, she will probably have a headache." With slightly drooping eyebrows and a subtle smile, she showed a tenderness and love that Yuan Ge had never seen before.

It’s just…the object of my affection is wrong.