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

The group of people from the Murong family who came this time are quite interesting.

They were like a pile of loose sand.

Realizing this, Miss Yuan smiled even more gently, "It's alright. This lady certainly won't mind..."

The woman, with her lowered gaze and gentle smile, possessed warm and soft features, reminiscent of freshly melted snow in early spring—beautiful, with a touch of bright coolness. Murong Zhixian, who considered himself to have seen all kinds of beauties, was still momentarily stunned at this sight. He stepped forward, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you very much..."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman turned her head and asked with a smile, "But how did you all learn that the old man is in a coma?"

Murong Zhixian was taken aback. She saw the other woman pick up her teacup again. She didn't drink from the teacup, but gently sipped the water with the lid. She lowered her eyes and said, "The old man was indeed in a coma for a while, and he only woke up a few days ago. Because I didn't know the specific reason at the time, I was worried that it would cause inconvenience if the news got out, so I kept it a secret."

On the way here, Song Wenyuan said that Murong and his group were sneaking around halfway up the mountain trying to meet with Murong Jiu, so it was impossible for them to openly inquire about information at the foot of the mountain. At that time, Yuan Ge was just mixing the truth with the lies.

Yuan Ge looked at the various expressions on the faces of the people opposite him, a smile playing on his lips, and asked, "Then, how did you all learn of this news that even the people at the foot of the mountain don't know?"

The sky is gloomy.

A cold wind blew in through the open door, and the chill it brought seemed to freeze the air inside, making the whole room feel somewhat gloomy.

Murong Weiming opened his mouth several times, but before he could speak, he was glared at and shut down by Murong Zhixian. It wasn't that he was afraid of this son of the second wife; the second wife had no say in his affairs as the third wife. But before he left, his father had given this power to Murong Zhixian. If this kid said a few unpleasant things later, he was afraid he would be in big trouble.

"Young Madam Song." The older steward in the corner stepped forward with a smile, bowing and smiling obsequiously. "I am Murong Chuan, the steward of the Murong family. I have met you gentlemen and young madam. I was the one who told Young Master Wei Ming about the news of the Grand Elder's coma... I overheard a servant mention it on the way up the mountain, and I was a little worried, so I mentioned it as well, which is how Young Master Wei Ming found out... I wonder how the Grand Elder is doing now?"

Yuan Ge seemed to only then notice this Steward Murong.

The man appeared to be over fifty, short and thin, with a slightly hunched back. He looked up after speaking; his brow bones were high, and his eyes, sunken in their sockets and partially obscured by loose eyelids, gave them an unusually deep and unfathomable appearance. Yet, as he spoke, he maintained a steady smile, his voice calm and measured. His demeanor was reminiscent of a stone polished smooth and warm by the passage of time.

This group consisted of four people, excluding two servants. One was from the second branch of the family, and the other from the third. Although the old lady belonged to the first branch and was the proper mistress, she seemed to have no say in the matter. Therefore, Murong Chuan was clearly representing the old patriarch of the Murong family, Murong Zhen. Yuan Ge raised an eyebrow without making a sound, paying more attention to this steward who had risen from the status of a servant to the position of master.

She rested her chin on her hand and nodded lazily, appearing extremely nonchalant. "So..." This was considered her acceptance of the other party's explanation.

Mingming could have easily found out by asking Yan Huo, who had been traveling with them, but she pretended to be ignorant. Song Wenyuan knew what she was up to and turned to Yan Huo, instructing, "Go and see what's going on. Why hasn't the person we sent to the Grand Elder given us a reply yet?"

Just then, someone arrived.

The man who had come with his head down and quick steps was none other than the steward beside the Grand Elder. Entering the room, he didn't look at anyone, but bowed to Yuan Ge and said in a clear, resonant voice, "Young Madam, the Master has instructed that since he is still ill, all matters in the mountains will be handled by you, Young Madam, without needing his opinion. Young Madam, this old servant must go and attend to you, so I will take my leave now." With that, he bowed again and withdrew.

He didn't lift his head from beginning to end.

Why entrust all the affairs in the mountains to a little girl from another tribe? Just who is this girl? Everyone secretly speculated. Even Yu Wanyu looked up, her face full of surprise, which she couldn't hide before quickly lowering her head again.

Yuan Ge, however, seemed completely oblivious. She maintained her smile, exuding an air of authority. She said, "In that case, I won't make things difficult for you all. Since you're guests, why don't you stay on the mountain for a few days?"

Murong Weiming stood with his arms crossed, chin raised like a victorious peacock, and sneered, "Guests? We dare not call ourselves guests. Didn't you just say that the old man forbade anyone from the Murong family to visit more than ten years ago? What, have you changed your mind today? Have you set some kind of trap for us to fall into? Or... do you need something from us?"

"Wei Ming, say less!" Murong Zhixian hissed, then glanced at Yuan Ge's expression. They had originally intended to stay discreetly, and it would be best if they could settle in openly now. But this kid knew nothing and offended people with every word he spoke... Murong Zhixian wiped a cold sweat from his brow and tentatively asked, "Wouldn't this displease the Grand Elder? After all, I've heard about the rules from back then. If this causes a rift between the young mistress and the Grand Elder, it would be my fault."

Yuan Ge chuckled and smoothed things over, "It's alright, it's alright... The reason the Grand Elder sent me to receive you all is probably to try and resolve our past grievances. After all, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester! Don't you agree?"

She smiled warmly, seemingly oblivious to the animosity between the two families. Lin Mu, who had returned with the steward, shuddered – he felt as if the young mistress had several fluffy tails wagging behind her… each tail represented a life, and none of the Murong clan members present would escape.

He was trembling, but Murong Zhixian only pretended to hesitate for a moment before finally nodding and saying, "In that case, very well... then we shall respectfully comply."

The Murong clan members breathed a sigh of relief and secretly praised her. Miss Yuan smiled gently, her expression calm and composed. She appeared gentle and dignified. She instructed Lin Mu to arrange accommodations for the group. Her every move was considerate but not overly friendly, much like a lady raised in the strict etiquette of a noble family.

Looking at this woman, Murong Zhixian became even more curious about her identity. Just as he was about to go out to investigate on his own, he heard the woman in the main seat softly call out, "Old Madam Murong... do you have time to have a word with this junior?"

Yu Wanyu was startled, and the handkerchief she had been churning in her hand fluttered to the ground.