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

At that time they all said that Yuan Ge would be reincarnated.

She had a loving pair of parents, a gifted brother, and a grandfather who loved her dearly. The saying "born with a silver spoon in her mouth" probably means this.

The only flaw was my brother's frail health. The doctor said it was a condition he'd been carrying since birth and couldn't be cured. He was likely destined to be a sickly patient for the rest of his life... However, that wasn't the worst of it. Worse still... he was destined to die young. His mother often blamed herself for this, believing she had failed to protect her unborn child, forcing him to endure countless hardships upon his arrival... Then, they also said, "Excessive intelligence is bound to lead to premature death."

She didn't understand what it meant that a person who is too smart will die young. She was only four years old that year. Looking at her mother's tearful eyes, she stood up straight and told her mother, "Mom, I want to study medicine!" Those doctors were not good enough to cure her brother, so she would learn and treat him herself. It was just some congenital weakness, so why was she destined to have a short life and die young?

Her grandfather said she was born to learn martial arts, but it was a shame that she had decided to study medicine. She thought, what a shame, martial arts is so hard and tiring. Zhuang Batian got up before dawn every day, whipping his whip and doing horse stance. His body was covered in bruises, either from falls or beatings, yet he still smiled cheerfully, proud of his teacher's few words of praise, grinning like a fool... At that time, Yuan Ge thought, if she learned martial arts, she would never be able to smile again.

But why was it that later, with her skills in martial arts, even Zhuang Batian's pride was extinguished under her hands?

Yes, something catastrophic happened when she was four, and since then, her memory has been fragmented, like a long scroll with sections cut off, no amount of patchwork can fix it. Her grandfather said that childhood memories are just like that, and how much can a child remember? But they all said she was incredibly intelligent, learning quickly, and it's no exaggeration to say she had a photographic memory... But later, she noticed that whenever she talked about this, her grandfather's face turned unhappy, probably because he was thinking about his son and daughter-in-law who had passed away so young, so she stopped talking about it.

Another thing she couldn't mention was her maternal grandparents - she had never seen her grandparents in more than ten years, and she didn't know what other relatives she had on her maternal grandparents' side.

wrong.

She must have seen it.

It was the winter of her fourth year. There was a huge snowfall on Zhixuan Mountain. She wore a bright red jacket and tiger-head shoes made by Grandma Ma and played until she was sweating all over. But her mother seemed very depressed and worried. Her mother said that her relatives from her mother's family were coming over.

Why were her relatives from her mother's family so worried and worried, unable to eat or drink? In just a few days, her mother had become visibly thinner, and her father remained silent, saying only that she was worried about the difficult roads in the snow... Fortunately, they arrived safely, and her mother could finally rest assured, she thought.

That night, she wore her most beautiful new coat, a white one dotted with red plum blossoms. Her mother had said her little Ge'er looked best in red. And there were Grandma Ma's tiger-head shoes... Grandma Ma had made many of them for her, and she loved them all. She figured her maternal relatives would also like children dressed like this.

Her brother hadn't attended the welcoming banquet that night, citing a buildup of indigestion from overeating at noon. But he'd always been a light eater, unlike her, so how could he have suddenly developed such a buildup of indigestion? Initially, her mother hadn't wanted her to join them, but she'd cried and insisted on going... What had happened at the banquet? Try as she might, she couldn't remember. She felt a splitting headache, and the faces of the people were blurry, as if hidden behind a thick fog. She could only vaguely make out that everyone's expressions were extraordinarily exaggerated: some laughing, some crying, some cursing. It was like different storybooks playing on the same stage, a cacophony that was overwhelming.

Her father rushed to her side to protect her, and her mother also came over to hug her. She covered her ears with her hands and wanted to cover her eyes, but she only had two hands.

Hot, bright red liquid dripped onto her forehead, burning her so much that she burst into tears. All she could see was a deep red sea. She couldn't see clearly, but she could only hear her mother repeating in her ears intermittently, "Little Ge'er... My little Ge'er, be well... be well..."

"Little Ge'er... forget it, forget it... my little Ge'er..."

They all said Yuan Ge was a pitiful child, orphaned from childhood, with a sickly brother destined for a short life. Although he was doted on by his grandfather, he was old, so how many more years of love could he enjoy? They also said the eldest daughter of Zhixuan Mountain was a prodigy, quick to learn anything, skilled in martial arts, medicine, and even surpassing her master in the use of poison. But she had been raised well and pampered, so how could she endure the hardships of martial arts training? She clearly loved red jackets and Grandma Ma's tiger-head shoes, but why did she seem to hate red clothes and never see a pair of tiger-head shoes for so long in her memory?

……

Yuan Ge woke up one early morning.

This room was familiar to her. Occasionally, she would stay here for a short while, drinking a little wine with her grandfather, playing chess, and resting here when she felt tired. She had arranged the furnishings in this room herself, so much so that when she looked around the room in the cool morning air, for a moment she couldn't tell what year it was. She couldn't even tell whether this was a dream or reality. Those happy, desperate, familiar yet unfamiliar scenes before, were they dreams, or illusions created by the lush fragrance? Or perhaps, that was reality...

My grandfather talked about the welcoming banquet. He said that what happened to his parents was indeed at the welcoming banquet, which was why Zhi Xuanshan became enemies with the Murong family.

But my grandfather never told me what role I played in that welcoming banquet when I was four years old.

A puppet being manipulated to kill.

How could a spoiled, powerless child kill someone? How could she possibly kill an adult? Unless that person was crouching beside her, holding her in their arms with open arms.

Yes, at the age of four, she was forced by her relatives to kill her own mother. To free her from their control, her father killed members of the Murong clan before ultimately committing suicide. On that snowy winter night, boiling blood stained her new coat, a crimson more vibrant than plum blossoms, becoming the most terrifying nightmare of that winter.

She went crazy. When she was awake, she cried and made a fuss. She couldn't stand the sight of red and always felt the smell of blood on her body. When she was asleep, she had nightmares every night calling for her mother and father. Her grandfather, bearing the pain of losing his son, arranged the funeral and searched the world for a famous doctor for her. Finally, he found Feng Qingtan.

The reason why Feng Qingtan called her Xiao Ge'er was because her mother always called her that.