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

That feeling of powerlessness came over me like a tide, almost drowning me completely.

The truth of the mother's death is shrouded in mystery and is becoming more and more confusing. The most terrifying thing is not the truth itself, but... what is the motive of the grandfather to cover up so much? If it is just to protect a child who has witnessed the tragic death of his parents, it seems that there is no need to go to such lengths. Even if a four-year-old child cannot bear it, a teenager will not isolate himself or go crazy because of the cruel truth.

She originally thought that her grandfather was only telling everyone in Zhixuan Mountain to speak with one voice, but now it seems that even Zhan Yanfeng was deceived.

It's just that the truth is not imminent at this moment.

She knew very well what kind of person Zhan Yanfeng was, calm and dormant, he was more like a shrewd wolf, he had never revealed any clues in these years, but tonight he was like a broken jar, venting all his emotions and plans. Although she had contributed to the situation, it was more like the pride and arrogance after everything was a foregone conclusion... a foregone conclusion!

As soon as these two words flashed through his mind, Yuan Ge was shocked by himself, and his face suddenly changed, "What did you do to the Great Elder?"

The other party raised his eyebrows slightly, as if surprised by Yuan Ge's sharpness. After a while, he turned around and stroked Yuan Ge's coffin, saying gently, "What can I do to him? Didn't you leave a powerful girl with him? That girl is cautious. Everything she eats and uses, as long as it is sent to Yuan Junfeng, must be checked one by one. She is really not vague at all. And from her appearance, I'm afraid her martial arts skills are not low. Staying with Yuan Junfeng to learn a few moves is just a cover... protection is the ultimate goal, right? You have been guarding against me since you went up the mountain?"

"Or are you... coming here just for this elder?"

A few strands of Zhan Yanfeng's hair, which was usually meticulously groomed, had fallen loose, but he was too lazy to care. He just slowly stroked the coffin with his slender fingertips and looked at the skeleton with gentle eyes, as if he was looking at a beloved younger generation - that was an expression he had never seen when the body in the coffin was still alive.

Yuan Ge pressed his lips together, but did not deny it. He just asked again, "What did you do to the Great Elder?"

"What else could it be?" Zhan Yanfeng's expression remained unchanged, his words were gentle, but there was a flash of cunning in his eyes, "Poisoning... Since you are on guard against me, then I am just showing off my skills in front of an expert, I am not that stupid. Assassination, that's called... called Jianshu, right? He is quite skilled, and now that Lord Song is here, the ones I can use are not up to par. It's already so troublesome to deal with Sister Hong, let alone Yuan Junfeng, so I won't embarrass myself... Apart from that, what else can I do to Yuan Junfeng?"

He raised his eyelids and looked at the other person, "But... Young Madam is really good to my elder brother. Little did she know that my elder brother treats you... only because you are a bit like Yuan Ge. In the final analysis, you are just a substitute to him. Is it really worth it to protect him like this?"

“It’s worth it,” she said.

Of course it's worth it.

Not to mention that there was only one me from the beginning to the end, how could there be a substitute? Even if Yuan Ge really died, the old man would not mistake someone else for her just because of their similar appearance. But she was also suspicious in her heart. Zhan Yanfeng was really strange tonight. Except for the short-term loss of reason after being provoked by her words, he was very peaceful and even a little proud. Even though he said such depressing words at this moment, the pride that was not well hidden between his eyebrows was still revealed.

It seemed that his plan was about to succeed, or at least was bound to succeed.

However, as he said just now, poisoning is just showing off one's proficiency in front of an expert, assassination is just embarrassing, but what other tricks are there in a short period of time? In recent days, the servants serving my grandfather have quietly screened them several times to ensure that everyone left is trustworthy and reliable enough. Is there any fish that slipped through the net?

She frowned slightly and was still thinking to herself, but Zhan Yanfeng over there had already smiled softly, stood up with the coffin, shook off the dust on his robe, and nodded to his side, and ordered the steward, "The wind is blowing. Just like the young lady said, now that you have seen it and you feel relieved, just bury it again. Don't blow the bones apart, or that girl will mess it up and I won't be able to sleep well." After saying that, he lowered his brows and shook his head, looking very headache and helpless, but also happy to do it.

The manager seemed to have been pardoned and went to work with a shovel in his hand.

"My eldest brother... has an obvious weakness, that is Yuan Ge. It was before his death, and even more so after his death." Zhan Yanfeng walked to the edge of the cliff and stood facing the wind, looking up at the bright moonlight and the deep night. He said softly, "After Yuan Ge died, I thought it was strange, so I secretly went to the venomous snake cave alone. I didn't find anything outside the snake cave. I only found a deserted village and a mass grave in a weed-covered valley farther away. After much inquiry, I learned that all the villagers died of a plague, and none of them survived."

Yuan Ge's face suddenly turned pale, but he bit his lip and said nothing.

A shovel fell to the ground and the sound of the coffin planks dragging on the ground was very abrupt and harsh in the quiet night. Zhan Yanfeng seemed unaware of it. He still stood with his hands behind his back with a gentle smile and said softly, "I heard that those villagers were very righteous. They would rather the whole village be destroyed than have anyone flee for help. That's why the plague didn't break out."

Song Wenyuan stepped forward silently to help the steward drag the coffin. No matter what, the person lying inside was the real Yuan Ge. His grave was dug up and his coffin was opened. The little girl could not bear it, but he could not.

Zhan Yanfeng looked back at Yuan Ge. His fluttering robes exuded a unique aura, as if he was a fairy ready to fly away at any time. He asked Yuan Ge, "Madam, do you think... after such a long time, are their things still useful? Do you think you can prevent the plague that is spreading everywhere by guarding against me like this?"

"Are you crazy?! How dare you?!" Yuan Ge clenched her fists to hold back the dizziness that swept over her. She stared at the man with a gentle smile, and almost hoarsely reminded him, "Zhan Yanfeng! That's a plague! If we're not careful, the entire Zhixuan Mountain, and even the villagers at the foot of the mountain... will die!"

She clenched her fists, her eyes red from either the force or the mountain breeze, and she gritted her teeth while calling out his name.

As skillfully as if he had called it countless times.