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

Chapter 496 The Murong Family: A Feud Like Water and Fire

The two young masters were clearly the two young masters from the Murong family.

Upon hearing this, Yu Wanyu sighed and said, "Wei Ming is a spoiled child. When he gets angry, he won't listen to anyone. He's been beaten with a stick by his father since he was a child... To be honest, he sometimes listens to Zhi Xian. That's just his personality. Don't get into a conflict with him. It's not worth getting angry."

Yuan Ge glanced at Yu Wanyu noncommittally, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Yu Wanyu patted her thigh. "I'm getting old, so I walk slower than usual. I'm exhausted from walking all this way. Even if I hurry, I can't keep up with you two. You go ahead, I'll walk slowly."

“That’s fine then.” Yuan Ge nodded and stood up, then added, “It’s just a matter between the second and third branches of the Murong family anyway. Since you’re only here to see her, you don’t need to worry about anything else. The spring scenery on Zhixuan Mountain is quite nice. You should rest well on the mountain for the next few days.”

Yu Wanyu was slightly taken aback and looked up. The girl, who spoke gently, had a cold and distant smile, making her words seem more like an admonition or warning than a sign of concern.

"Okay." Yu Wanyu frowned and tugged at the corners of her mouth. She stood up and watched the other person quickly disappear from sight. She glanced back at the heavy black gate, sighed softly, bent down and brushed her clothes, preparing to go to the herb garden.

She had only taken ten steps when she saw Cui'er approaching cautiously, her shoulders hunched and chest hunched, explaining nervously and guiltily, "Madam... I had no choice, after all, we are just guests..."

Cautious and timid, like a frightened quail, it was infuriating to watch: other people's maids acted like mistresses, but this one in her own household… Yu Wanyu waved her hand at the other's head, but seeing that Cui'er shrank her neck even more and even closed her eyes tightly, she didn't actually hit her, only rolled her somewhat cloudy eyes and cursed, "You bastard! We are guests, and who do they think they are? Just in terms of kinship, we are relatives by marriage, and what are they?"

The frightened quail lowered its head even further, stammering, "But she... but she's not yours—"

It came out of his mouth, but then he stopped abruptly.

The other person casually lifted their eyelids, but their gaze was heavy and felt like a physical weight pressing down on her. The little maid trembled slightly under that gaze—she had said the wrong thing. Having served in the Murong family for many years, she was well-versed in the art of survival; she had to stubbornly deny knowing what she shouldn't know, and the fact that "Wen Qian is your granddaughter" was one of the most important of these.

The frightened quail lowered its head even further, muttering softly, "She, she..." It couldn't utter a second word after a long pause. Its face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. Then it knelt down with a thud, pleading repeatedly, "Please forgive me, Madam! I misspoke, please forgive me, Madam!"

Yu Wanyu stared at Cui'er expressionlessly until the other's tense body trembled almost imperceptibly. Only then did she slowly raise her hand and, as if bestowing a favor, command, "Get up."

Cui'er hurriedly got up, but her waist was still bent low. She only held up the other person's wrist with both hands. Her eyes fell on a stain on the old lady's clothes. Her eyes were blank and gray, like a wooden puppet whose soul had been taken away. Obedient and docile, this was the Cui'er that Yu Wanyu knew, and it was also what made her satisfied with this little maid.

Yu Wanyu stared at the other person for a long time before finally looking away. She straightened her back and stepped out, her steps slow but steady. After a couple of steps, she said in a slow, deliberate tone, "Keep this to yourself. If I hear even a single word from someone else, you know what will happen."

Cui'er shuddered slightly. "Yes. This servant understands."

Yu Wanyu glanced casually at Cui'er, who was bowing her head and bending over, then patted her hand as if bestowing a favor, and softly replied, "Okay. Go back."

Aren't you going to the herb garden?

"What's the point of going to the herb garden?" Yu Wanyu suppressed her lip and gave a lazy, disdainful look, then scoffed, "Those two hot-blooded young men from the second and third wives are already unruly at home, and now they're even worse outside. How can a sickly old woman like me control them? Rather than going there to see my own family make a fool of themselves, I'd rather go back and rest quietly in peace and quiet."

Cui'er glanced quickly at Yu Wanyu before responding softly, "Yes."

The Murong family, though all sharing the same surname, harbor different intentions and are constantly engaged in open and covert struggles, making the entire Murong mansion a chaotic and murky place. Furthermore, in recent years, the First Elder has rarely left his residence, and aside from Steward Chuan and that sorcerer Jingzhi, he has even seldom seen by the Old Madam. Rumors have already spread throughout the mansion, and the second and third branches are already restless and ready to make their move. The various branches are at odds with each other, and even the superficial peace is crumbling.

The two of them are arguing fiercely in the herb garden now, which is indeed beyond the control of the old lady, and she will not interfere.

……

The two young masters of the Murong family were arguing fiercely in front of the medicine garden, each sticking to their own version of events. In contrast, the host family on the mountain and the others from the Earl's mansion who arrived later seemed more like spectators. Even Yuan Junfeng, who had arrived with a fierce air, simply stood with his arms crossed in silence, neither interfering nor asking anyone to leave. Instead, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he joked with Song Wenyuan standing beside him, "Look, look, these are the shameless bastards of the Murong family... Ha, they really have no shame at all!"

Over there, Murong Weiming, his emotions running high, face flushed and neck bulging, stood with his hands on his hips, roaring back and forth, "What nonsense are you spouting! What am I thinking? What could I possibly be thinking? My father is the most useless of the three branches. Even if the sky really falls on the eldest branch, there are still you ambitious second branches rushing to the front. Why would I jump around like that? To be a wedding dress for you second branches? I may be a bit reckless and unruly in the past, but I'm not that stupid!"

"Let me be honest with you, I never intended for any of you to take this old geezer back to save another old geezer!"

In terms of eloquence, Murong Zhixian was no worse than Murong Weiming, but when it came to talking nonsense, being unreasonable, or even throwing a tantrum, he was far inferior to his opponent. At this moment, he was in a rather awkward situation, like a scholar meeting a soldier.

So when Yuan Ge arrived at the entrance of the herb garden, the farce had only just reached its climax. She saw Murong Zhixian trembling, her fists clenched tightly behind her back, gritting her teeth and roaring, "Mu, Rong, Wei, Ming! You're being insolent!"