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

"Young Master Song" was naturally Song Wenyuan. After playing chess with him for most of the day, the old man changed his address from "Lord Song" to "Young Master Song." Young Master Song obediently replied, "Yes."

The Murong family members' expressions changed drastically. Yu Wanyu, disregarding her cautious facade, suddenly raised her voice and called out, "Wei Ming! Say less in front of your elders..."

"Elders? Who are the elders? Is it you, the old lady Murong, who hides in the backyard all day like a quail, not even daring to speak, and is even less than a servant? Or is it this Yuan Junfeng, who is old but has nothing to do with me? Or are you referring to this second son of the second branch of the Murong family? Oh, right, you have no sons. As long as Murong Zhen dies, the Murong family will soon fall into the hands of the second branch. Although he is the second son, he is still the only legitimate son... Once he kills his elder brother, the Murong family will be in Murong Zhixian's pocket. It's good that you're currying favor with him in advance..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Zhixian slapped him across the face, hitting the same half of his face as before.

The blow was powerful, and Murong Weiming's head was knocked to the side. He remained in that position for a long while before spitting out a mouthful of blood. He slowly licked the burning inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, then looked at the panting, furious Murong Zhixian opposite him, and suddenly smiled. "Good, very good... Today, this young master truly understands what it means to be 'a tiger fallen into the plains and bullied by dogs.' Just some Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to slap me, don't they?"

Murong Zhixian seemed surprised that he had to intervene. He stared blankly at the hand that had struck him for a long time before coughing with a shifty look in his eyes. He then reprimanded her sternly, "Listen to what you're saying! Besides, has anyone wronged you in the slightest? Since it was indeed your fault, then what the Grand Elder said is not wrong. Today, you should kowtow to the book-appreciating girl and admit your mistake, and this matter will be over. I won't go to your father's place."

The sensation from that time still seemed to linger on his fingertips. It was just skin to skin, but the subtle meaning of being superior to others excited him and made him tremble. He rubbed his fingertips together, and when their eyes met, his slightly furrowed brows showed a kind of sad disappointment. "Otherwise, if he knew you were behaving so recklessly here, he would definitely not let you off the hook."

No one knew what such an expression meant to Murong Weiming.

He chuckled. "Murong Zhixian, how come you haven't improved at all over the years? All you've ever done is tattle behind people's backs? It's your business if you all fawn over Yuan Junfeng. You can kneel, kowtow, and beg for favors without anyone stopping you. But don't even think about me lowering my knees! You hypocrites, don't think I don't know what you're all up to... Isn't it all for that person you're avoiding, Feng, Qing, and Tan?"

He pronounced the name word by word, then changed the subject, "How ridiculous, all of you saying you got lost in the mountains, or just happened to pass by... No one who isn't a fool would believe your nonsense. What a coincidence it would take to get lost in Anshi and end up in this deep mountain forest! And then one by one, you all head straight to the herb garden to see some old friend, some benefactor... You rack your brains to come up with some excuse of being related by blood, and what happened? Did anyone see you? Hmm? No, right? So you've turned your attention here again?"

His cheek, which had been slapped again, became even more swollen and red, causing his left eye to be squeezed into a thin slit, giving him a strangely comical look when he stared at people.

But no one could laugh.

Murong Zhixian remained silent with a cold face, his taut cheeks revealing his current mood. Yu Wanyu lowered her head, her gaze fixed on a small pebble in front of her. She stared at the pebble without moving, her face pale, like a soulless shell. It wasn't until much later, long enough that Yuan Ge thought this farce would have no second half, that Yu Wanyu finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Doctor Feng and I are indeed old acquaintances. In such a public setting, Young Master Wei Ming would be better off speaking carefully."

Murong Weiming seemed to have given up entirely. He even leaned against Yan Huo with a crooked posture, his smile lazy and meaningful. "An old friend? What kind of old friend? An old friend with whom I confided in each other? Or... some other kind of old friend?"

"Murong Weiming!" Yu Wanyu suddenly looked up. "Murong Weiming, I am reluctant to hold it against you because you are a junior member of the Murong family, even though you have offended me time and time again. But you'd better not go too far! After all, I am the matriarch of the Murong family!"

“Oh…” Murong Weiming said, nodding as he drew out his words, “I understand. He’s bringing back an old friend to Anshi to see him off in his final days… What an old friend.”

Yu Wanyu's face turned deathly pale. Her eyes darted away, meeting Yuan Ge's icy gaze. Startled, she shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, it's not like that, Xiao Qian, it really isn't like that! Feng Qingtan and I have indeed been friends for many years, how could I possibly harm him!"

Yuan Ge pressed on, "How so?"

Sending someone off to their final moments? She knew their purpose in coming here was to find the antidote for Feng Qingtan's poison, but she never expected to hear the words "sending someone off to their final moments" from Murong Weiming's mouth!

"I...I just want to ask him to go to Anshi to save the master. The master is sick, very sick. Feng Qingtan is a miracle doctor, he can definitely save him, he definitely can!"

Yu Wanyu looked at this and that, almost frantically explaining, while Murong Weiming suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Save him? You think bringing Feng Qingtan back will save Murong Zhen? Haha, a bunch of fools! There's no one in the world who can save Murong Zhen anymore, everyone who could is dead, dead! If you take him back, just wait and see him die at the hands of Murong Zhen in his rage!"

Yuan Ge was stunned. What? Now that the poison in the bodies of everyone from Zhixuan Mountain had been completely cured, it meant that his teacher's method was correct. But why did Murong Weiming insist that the person who could save Murong Zhen was already dead? And what did he mean by "already" dead? Who exactly was the person who could save Murong Zhen?

In that instant, it felt as if a giant net had been placed over my head, the fine, dense net covering everything and suffocating me.

Before she could ask any further questions, Murong Zhixian, with a cold face, gave Yuan Junfeng a stiff bow and said in a forceful tone, "Elder, my younger brother had a nightmare last night and is still acting crazy today, offending everyone. I will take him back and discipline him strictly. I beg the Elder to do me the favor and let me take him away so as not to disturb your peace."