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

Zhan Hongchang was brought over quickly.

Song Wenyuan kept his word and really didn't leave anyone in the yard, only leaving two people to guard the gate. The voices in the house were not loud, and only a few intermittent words could be heard, such as Yuan Ge and Murong. The specific thing was that Zhan Hongchang almost screamed and begged for mercy occasionally, saying that he was loyal and everything was for the sake of his master's cause, even if he died for it, he would not refuse, and so on... Tears were flowing, and the words were so sure that it was heartbreaking to hear.

In just half a cup of tea, the hoarse crying became much weaker.

On the contrary, Zhan Yanfeng cursed more fiercely, and every word was clearly identifiable. He cursed him for his wolfish ambitions, for being a traitor, and for being an ungrateful person who could never be fed. These were the only few words he used, repeating them over and over again. While cursing, he would say that he was the same as them. His suppressed roar was like the last wail of a trapped beast. As for who they were, the two guards could not hear them even if they strained their ears.

When Song Wenyuan heard this, Commander Song hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about the young lady? Is there any news?"

The guard shook his head and said he didn't know. He only said that the young lady hadn't come out yet, and it seemed that she still hadn't found the result she wanted. The young lady had been in there for several days, and I'm afraid she hadn't had a good rest. If she continued like this, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to hold on any longer... Previously, I thought she was a bit of a spoiled girl, who was more particular about food and clothing than others, and she didn't look like she could endure hardship with her delicate skin and tender flesh. I didn't expect that she would go all the way to the end, and her temperament was exactly the same as their master.

Hearing this, Song Wenyuan stroked a yellowed old book in his hand. The handwriting on the book was even sharper than it is now, so arbitrary and domineering that it was frightening. Looking at these annotations, he could roughly see the girl who used to be so proud that she seemed to own the whole world, bright, flamboyant, and high-spirited.

The thin fingertips slowly stroked across, Song Wenyuan pressed the corners of his mouth, and finally suppressed the anger that was faintly beating in his heart bit by bit.

He pinched his brows and ordered in a low voice, "Pass on the news that the Third Elder has found. If she goes to see him, you stay away and don't disturb them talking." Song Wenyuan watched the guards retreat, retracted his gaze and pinched his brows again. After a while, he sighed silently.

In the past few days, he has been looking through the information in the mountains, combined with some information he had accidentally obtained in the past. After combining them together, he has a better understanding of the third elder.

The eldest son of aristocratic family, gifted but too beautiful, without a strong maternal family to support him, had no other choice but to grow fangs and claws quickly - obviously, Zhan Yanfeng at that time did not have such ability. At that time, Zhan Yanfeng was not called Zhan Yanfeng, but Zhan Yuanfeng, the eldest son of the Zhan family, whose biological mother was an exotic dancer, a beauty that amazed the entire Jiangnan region, and even Shengjing City, thousands of miles away, had heard of her.

However, the phrase "beauty comes with a tragic fate" is really appropriate for this exotic beauty. The mistress of the Zhan family is an intolerant person. It is said that most of the concubines and maids of the Zhan family are bullied and oppressed by her, let alone a beautiful woman who gave birth to a son and was very good at singing and dancing to make people happy? The woman died in the second year after giving birth to her son. Some said she died of illness, and some said she fell into the water. There were rumors at that time, but like a stone falling into the lake, a foreign dancer who died in an accident was soon forgotten.

The Zhan family soon had a new concubine who was carried into the vermilion gate, and the mistress of the Zhan family soon had a new rival.

As for the eldest son of the Zhan family left by the foreign beauty, he was soon forgotten by his own father and became a cub with disheveled wings and bullied by others. No one knows what kind of dark moment this cub has experienced... But judging by the speed at which the descendants of the Zhan family have died in recent years, it must be a painful memory that people can't bear to look back on, but they can't forget it with gnashing teeth.

The place where Zhan Yanfeng was imprisoned was in his own yard. The windows were clean and bright, and there was no dust around. Even in the current situation, most of the servants in the yard just did their work silently, without whispering to each other or talking too much, and they would not even give him an unnecessary look.

This place is not unfamiliar to Yuan Ge, as she was a frequent visitor here in the past few years.

It has to be said that Zhan Yanfeng is a stubborn person by nature. The furnishings in this yard have hardly changed over the years, except that the flowers in the grass have been replaced one batch after another and the evergreen trees in the yard have become more luxuriant, everything here seems to be exactly the same as in his memory.

Even... the servants in the yard, with their smiling but slightly empty eyes, were all the same.

Zhan Yanfeng seemed to have anticipated her arrival, and was not at all surprised to see Yuan Ge. Apart from the fact that he looked a little tired and exhausted from the hardships of the past few days, he still looked as gentle as jade, and his eyes were calm, composed, and compassionate.

"You're here." He said, "I thought you would come... I think we should have a chat. There are some things that only the two of us can talk about... right?"

Yuan Ge looked at the other person quietly without saying a word. They had some similar edges and corners, and the vague unruliness in their eyes was hidden beneath the calmness, as if there was a turbulent sea hidden in the black sea - it was so familiar that it was frightening.

Zhan Yanfeng's heart skipped a beat, and his tone became calmer and gentler. He said, "Third Uncle... Girl, can you tell me who told you this name?" It is impossible to hear such a name in the entire Zhixuan Mountain now. She has just arrived, so naturally she cannot know it. Unless... But even if the atmosphere is right and they talk about some old things, how can they be so meticulous that they even deliberately mention a name for others?

Maybe even Nan Yin himself had already forgotten such details... But he was the only one who thought about that child night after night after Yuan Ge's death, so much so that at this moment, just hearing the word "Third Uncle" from someone else's mouth made him suddenly confused.

He seemed calm, but waves of emotion surged in his heart, one after another... The hand behind his back was clenched tightly, and it hurt.

The other person's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his long and fine eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes. She smiled gently, opened her red lips slightly, and called out, "Third Uncle... I haven't seen you for a long time. I just changed my appearance. Do you really not recognize me?" After saying that, her eyelashes slowly lifted up, and her eyes fell on the opposite side, looking eccentric and unruly.

Zhan Yanfeng felt as if a huge wave was sweeping over his heart, causing his entire body to tremble. Thousands of words were stuck in his throat, yet he was speechless.

Not a single word could come out.