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

The arrival of the Wei Rui fruit solved Zhi Xuan Mountain's urgent problem.

In addition, villagers at the foot of the mountain who heard the news spontaneously came to help process the medicinal materials and take care of the patients, so the expected chaotic scene did not happen. In just two days, everyone's condition was basically under control.

Even someone as physically strong as Yuan Junfeng was happily lying in the yard sunbathing. Apart from having lost a lot of weight, he looked exactly the same as usual.

So the following evening, Yuan Ge administered acupuncture to Feng Qingtan. After she lit some calming incense and rubbed her stiff neck as she pushed open the door, she saw a clear, cloudless night sky with twinkling stars and a beautiful, perfectly round moon. The dreamlike beauty seemed to be the work of the best painter.

Someone above her called her name, "Ge'er".

Her voice was low and gentle, with a barely perceptible hint of amusement.

Yuan Ge looked up and saw Song Wenyuan on the roof. The moonlight shone on his face without obstruction, softening the sharp lines that were distinct in the daytime. His eyes, which were looking down, were as black as ink, and his expression was unreadable.

He patted the spot next to him and asked, "Are you tired? If you're not in a hurry to rest, stay with me for a while and have something to eat... I heard you haven't had dinner yet. It was made by Granny Dou. I'm bringing it here to offer as a token of my appreciation. Would you do me the honor, Miss Yuan?"

She was actually quite tired.

Although many villagers came to help, the three of them had been working almost non-stop for two days, and now they had expended a lot of energy to administer acupuncture. If she were given a bed now, she could fall asleep instantly. But compared to that, her rumbling stomach seemed to be more important... Besides, this person had been waiting for a long time, so she should at least give him face, right? She reached out her hand and said lazily, "Since it is Lord Song who has invited me, I am naturally delighted. However, I am so tired that I don't want to move a single finger. I would be grateful if Lord Song could lend me a hand."

As soon as she finished speaking, everything went dark. An arm wrapped around her waist, and with a gentle pull, she was taken to the rooftop. A bowl of hot milk tea was then handed to her.

Yuan Ge was taken aback. The warmth emanating from the white porcelain bowl felt especially comforting in the cool night. The hand at her waist hadn't left her side. The two sat side by side, the air filled with a faint scent of medicine and the familiar smell of the man beside her… a very pleasant and reassuring scent. She lowered her head to drink her soup, and a piece of almond pastry was offered to her lips. She took a bite directly from that hand.

As she herself said, at this moment she was too lazy to even move a finger.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Song Wenyuan taking a bite of the almond pastry she had just taken a bite of, slowly, elegantly, and gracefully.

The small almond cookie was half gone in one bite, but Song Wenyuan seemed to take a long time to finish it. Only after finishing did he notice Yuan Ge's gaze and asked, seemingly oblivious, "Want some more?" Then he took another piece and held it to her lips.

Yuan Ge lowered his eyes.

A gentle evening breeze blew, the night was hazy, and the hand holding the almond shortbread was delicate, beautiful, and strong, with long, slender fingers and skin as smooth as jade under the moonlight. Even the very ordinary almond shortbread felt like a delicacy.

For some reason, Yuan Ge suddenly remembered what Lin Mu had teased her about a couple of days ago, saying that if she and Song Wenyuan had a child, the child would definitely be very beautiful... At that time, she didn't feel anything ambiguous or tender, but now her face turned red, and her eyes flickered, not knowing where to look—when she looked up, it was his face that was close to hers, and when she looked down, it was his hand that was gilded with the color of moonlight.

The owner of that hand, completely oblivious, even enthusiastically extended the food forward, asking, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Grandma Dou knew her preferences well, so she naturally made what the young lady loved most. The excuse of "not liking it" was clearly a lie. The young lady, who didn't want to lift a finger, awkwardly reached out, "No… I can do it myself…"

Her voice was low, and in the hazy moonlight, a blush spread from her neck to her earlobes, making her look as helpless as a frightened little rabbit.

How could Song Wenyuan not understand? Although he didn't know why this girl had suddenly become so shy, it was a good thing for a somewhat impulsive and carefree young woman—she finally realized that her husband was different from others, otherwise he would have almost doubted whether she saw him as any different from Xu Chengjin...

The little rabbit was frightened, so it wasn't good to push her too hard, especially since he had come to see her tonight for important business. He handed her the almond shortbread, one hand resting on the roof tiles behind him, while the other remained by her waist the whole time. He leaned back slightly, watching her eat her milk tea and pastry quietly and obediently, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. He gently reminded her, "It's getting late, don't be greedy, or you'll get indigestion and won't be able to sleep soundly."

After the initial hunger was filled with warm food, even the slight chill was dispelled.

Yuan Ge nodded, slowed down, and sipped his milk tea casually.

Song Wenyuan took out a small sandalwood box from behind him and handed it to her, truthfully explaining, "I originally promised my teacher that I would give it to you after we came down the mountain. But his expression and words that day made me uneasy, and then I found out that it was for you... I thought it would be better to tell you in advance, so that the old man would not do anything to hurt himself in secret again."

This is a sandalwood box that looks quite old. It's small, about the size of a palm, and doesn't have a padlock.

The garden was mostly filled with herbs and poisons, and the study was filled with countless books. Everything else was kept to a minimum. Yuan Ge had never seen such a wooden box in the old man's house before. She took the box, shook it, and made no sound. Full of suspicion, she opened it and was instantly stunned by what she saw inside.

She knew this stuff like the back of her hand.

During those long and arduous years, she waited anxiously for the flowers to bloom on a cliff.

She waited until the flower bloomed, but while picking it, she slipped and fell off a cliff, ending up in a snake pit and perishing.

Cut flowers.

She remembered her teacher saying that he had found a highly skilled martial artist to help him down the cliff and remove the life-severing flower… A look of astonishment froze on her face, but a slow smile curved her lips and her eyes softened, revealing an expression of infinite tenderness. She looked up at the sky, her eyes still glistening with tears, as beautiful as stars in the moonlight.

"What a dishonest old man, hiding his true intentions..."

"What's in here?" Song Wenyuan asked her, not understanding.

Yuan Ge turned to look at him, his eyes sparkling, a smile filling his eyes, “The Life-Severing Flower… the third crucial ingredient in the Nine-Turn Heartbreak Powder, the most difficult to find, and also… the cause of my fall off the cliff that day.”

Song Wenyuan was taken aback.