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

At some point, the moonlight became dimmer, as if the sky was covered with a veil, blurry and ambiguous.

The wind became stronger, sweeping in sand and rocks. The wailing and wailing at that time now sounded like a tiger emerging from the forest and all the beasts running away. People standing on the cliff could only feel the earth shaking.

Zhan Yanfeng was standing just a few steps away from Yuan Ge. Normally, not even a strand of his hair was messy. But now he was standing in the wind, with his robe bulging. He stood there with a strange expression, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for too long urgently needed to find an outlet, and every fine line on his face was struggling.

"You said she was willing to bear children for him because she loved him... Haha, you know shit!" Zhan Yanfeng suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the opened tomb, "He! Yuan Qi! When their son was born, the doctor predicted that he would not live past the age of 18. He had a disease from his mother's womb. This birth exhausted most of her energy. She shouldn't have gotten pregnant again. I clearly, clearly tried to persuade her, Dalang, and my eldest brother, but they didn't listen. They insisted on having a healthy child!"

Yuan Ge lifted his eyelids and looked over, his eyes were as calm as water, and his heart was beating like a pounding drum in his chest.

Fortunately, Zhan Yanfeng did not notice Yuan Ge’s slightly trembling eyes. He seemed to be suddenly tired, or as if he had suddenly let out a breath, and sat down against Yuan Ge’s coffin… Sitting on the ground was almost impossible for Zhan Yanfeng, who was particular about everything. What’s more, he was leaning against the coffin with his head down, looking as if he had lost his parents.

He said, "Yes... they got a healthy child, the apple of the eye of the entire Zhixuan Mountain, a child that they were afraid would melt if they held it in their mouths, and afraid that it would fall if they held it in their hands. But so what? Such a baby was born without a father and a mother. That night, she didn't even have time to name the child before she died of postpartum hemorrhage. Yuan Jia Dalang was a coward. Everyone in the mountain said that he died for love, but that's not true. He was just a coward!"

"He didn't die for love! He witnessed the scene with his own eyes, and ever since then he has been depressed, drinking all day, and drank himself to death! He is just a coward!" Zhan Yanfeng swept away his powerlessness and discouragement, laughed and mocked, "Affection? Love? How affectionate can a man be when he gambles on his wife who is not fit to bear children for the sake of healthy offspring and the inheritance of the family line?! Ridiculous! The most ridiculous thing is that the child born by Murong Shaoai's life in exchange for another's is still just a baby girl who can't inherit the family line!"

Yuan Ge frowned subconsciously.

It was not surprising that Zhan Yanfeng said that his mother died giving birth to her. After all, this was the unanimous opinion of the entire Zhixuan Mountain, both internally and externally. If not, Yuan Ge would not have been kept in the dark for so many years without noticing any clues.

However, since the lie was made up out of thin air, everyone would say the same thing. How could there be another statement that was full of hatred and full of confidence? Her mother did die fourteen years ago, as evidenced by her grandfather's final confession and the time when Murong Shaorou left to visit her family. So what did Zhan Yanfeng mean by these words? His emotions and anger did not seem fake... Not long ago, the truth she had believed for eighteen years was finally proven to be a lie made up by her grandfather and teacher.

That night, she heard the truth, but it was just "hearing". These days, she occasionally had a dream, a dream of bright red blood, she cried and called her mother in a blurry vision, and then woke up from the dream, and she felt only frightened when she woke up... She thought, maybe that was her memory, and it was also her only remaining memory. But for some reason, she still felt it was unreal, just like the moonlight that was covered by a veil at this moment...

Yuan Ge frowned as she watched Zhan Yanfeng, who was laughing and talking nonsense, and suddenly she felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness. She suddenly didn't dare to listen anymore. She raised her hand and pointed at the coffin behind Zhan Yanfeng, "The wind is blowing. Seal it up to prevent it from being blown away... After all, she was the girl she exchanged her life for."

"Yes... one life for another, but in the end it was only eighteen years of life. Is it really worth it?" Zhan Yanfeng leaned against the coffin without moving, just murmured, and looked up at Yuan Ge after a while, "I haven't answered your question just now. She died, this is a fact. If I had followed her, there would just be one more dead ghost with no ability in the King of Hell. She shouldn't have died. If the Murong family hadn't taken a fancy to Zhixuanshan's power and sent her thousands of miles to a foreign land, she shouldn't have died. If the Yuan family listened to me and took away her unborn daughter... they worked together to kill her!"

Yuan Ge’s eyes suddenly widened... She finally understood what Zhan Yanfeng wanted to do!

As expected, Zhan Yanfeng stood up suddenly, pointed to the courtyard where Yuan Junfeng lived, then turned around and pointed in the direction of Jiangnan. His gentle and dignified skin was torn apart, revealing his true face that had never seen the sunlight and was almost rotten. With this completely different appearance, he looked up to the sky and howled, "Why am I still alive? Because they are not dead yet! They are not dead yet——"

The sound of gnashing teeth came out from between the teeth, like a guitar string stretched to the extreme, and every word was filled with hatred that penetrated into the bones.

He hated the Murong family and he hated the Yuan clan. He had no way to relieve his hatred, which accumulated in his heart day and night and grew madly day after day until today, when it entangled Zhan Yanfeng like a vine, absorbing his vitality and supporting him to continue living. They had long been dependent on each other and had become symbiotic.

Zhan Yanfeng is both pitiful and hateful.

But the whole world can hate him, except Yuan Ge himself.

Yuan Ge opened her mouth and felt that she wanted to say a lot, words of comfort, guidance, and righteousness. Those words seemed to rush out of her throat impatiently, so that in an instant they were all crowded in the narrow throat and became a mess. She almost swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and then she said carefully, "Even if you destroy the world, she can't come back..." Even so, even Yuan Ge herself felt that it was too frivolous.

It is said that if you put down your butcher knife, you can become a Buddha instantly. But for Zhan Yanfeng, becoming a Buddha... I am afraid it has no meaning.

As expected, the other party was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and he suddenly laughed after a long while. This laugh was less crazy, but more elegant and helpless. "This elder is not so ignorant that he doesn't even understand the principle that the dead cannot be resurrected... Dead is dead, and I don't expect her to come back. But there are grievances to be avenged, and revenges to be taken. She left in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to take Yuan Ge's name before she left. I should go and get back what others owe her."

He spoke as if it was a matter of course, and he spoke seriously... It seemed that he really believed that Murong Shaoai died of postpartum hemorrhage.

What on earth is going on?