The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 209 He is dead

Jiang Wenqing was breathing heavily, and Lin Mowan was still like a piece of wood, just sitting by the bed and watching without any reaction.

Until Jiang Wenqing, with trembling hands, grasped her sleeve with great effort and called her softly: "Wanwan... Wanwan..."

It seemed that it was Jiang Wenqing's voice that brought Lin Mowan's thoughts back a little from their wandering thoughts. She calmed herself down and gently pushed away his hand that was grabbing the corner of her clothes.

Jiang Wenqing gasped with difficulty, and met Lin Mowan's eyes that suddenly turned several degrees colder. His heart was already cold. Lin Mowan curled her lips with some difficulty. Her voice was cold, but it also revealed some real reluctance. She said: "Don't be so troublesome, just bear with it and it will pass."

What cold words! They felt like thorns in Jiang Wenqing's ears. It hurt, but he couldn't get rid of it.

He coughed and breathed with his mouth wide open, as if all the water in his body had evaporated and he felt like he was being burned from the inside out. Dense beads of sweat soaked his white inner clothes, and it seemed as if he would suffocate in the next second.

He trembled, using the last bit of his strength to look at Lin Mowan pleadingly. He felt his head hurt more and more, and his vision and consciousness became more and more blurred. He could hardly speak, but still asked in a hoarse voice: "Can you give me a glass, a glass, a glass of water?"

Lin Mowan didn't say anything. Jiang Wenqing was gasping for breath, and his vision was so blurred that he could hardly see what the person in front of him looked like. In a trance, he seemed to see that her eyes were red, as if tears were flowing.

His panicked heart suddenly calmed down, and his eyes were completely blind. He couldn't tell whether the tears were his own illusion or something really happened.

After all, she hated him so much. She should be happy that he died. She should laugh and curse him for dying a miserable death and deserved it. Why would she cry?
This is unbelievable...

Gradually, he felt something flowing away in his body...

Seeing him stop struggling, Lin Mowan leaned forward slightly, getting closer to him, and seemed to hear him murmuring intermittently: "The grass by the river is green, and the wind blows it gently. The little kids in the yard are listening to the ballad, little Wan'er... little Wan'er..."

"Xiao Wan'er..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and Lin Mowan also held her breath, staring at him in a daze. He took a breath, as if he was regaining consciousness, and seemed to be unconscious, and continued to mutter: "Princess, do you still remember that year when we met in the peach forest, I said I would not let you down..."

He died before he could finish the rest of his words, staring with his eyes wide open, looking very unwilling. In fact, there was no need to finish what he was saying, as he couldn't even tell who was who.

Seeing his body sink, Lin Mowan knew that he would not wake up, but she did not feel the pure happiness as she had imagined. The happiness of revenge was mixed with the heartache that made her feel a little breathless.

She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, but he didn't react at all, like a rag doll that could be manipulated at will. At this moment, Lin Mowan seemed to truly realize that Jiang Wenqing was dead.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks. She didn't know whether she was crying for her mother who died in vain or for herself. But as she cried, she started to smile.

It was hard to describe this feeling in words. She just calmed herself down as quickly as possible, raised her hand gracefully with red eyes, wiped away the tears on her face, stared at the body on the bed, and slowly stood up...

The next morning, Gongshu's family discovered that Jiang Wenqing was missing from the prison. The people arranged by Gongshu Tingyue went to check on Jiang Wenqing. Everything seemed fine. But when they entered the cell, they found a man in prison uniform lying motionless. After several people went forward to check, they found that it was a cold body.

When Gongshu Tingyue received the news, she smashed everything in the house. She was so tired that she was out of breath and cursed everyone. Aunt Cen beside her comforted her: "It's okay, Princess. The body is not your uncle's, which proves that your uncle may still be alive."

Maybe he was tired of smashing things or was reminded by Nanny Cen's words, but Gongshu Tingyue seemed to be inspired by something. He turned his head and looked at Nanny Cen intently. He looked so almost crazy that even Nanny Cen felt inexplicably frightened.

After a long while, Gongshu Tingyue suddenly realized, "I know! It must be Lin Mowan! It must be her! Someone come!" She stood up suddenly and jumped up in anger, "Someone come! Where are they all? Come quickly!"

Before she finished her words, the maids and servants outside knelt down in front of her. Gongshu Tingyue gritted his teeth and said, "Go find him. Go to Prince Zuoxian's mansion to find him! He must be there! He must have been hidden by Lin Mowan! Go! Go!!"

Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to refuse, so they could only crawl out and report the matter to the palace as quickly as possible...

When the Imperial Guards arrived at Prince Zuo Xian's mansion with a search warrant and headed straight for Lin Mowan's yard, Lin Mowan was leisurely pruning the rose in the pot in front of her that was already showing signs of blooming.

Seeing Deng Yu leading the way in, she looked calm. She just turned her head to look at Lin Qinhai who followed Deng Yu in, then put down the scissors in her hand and stood up to greet him.

"Master Deng," she smiled, her eyebrows curved, "We meet again."

Deng Yu bowed, and her previous sympathy for Lin Mowan disappeared. "We are ordered to come here to search, and we must focus on Miss Lin's yard. Please cooperate with me."

Lin Mowan pretended to be confused: "Checking my yard? Why?"

Seeing her like this, Deng Yu frowned. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether she was pretending or not. Adhering to the principle of less trouble is worse than more trouble, he just patiently explained: "Jiang Wenqing is missing, and the princess suspects that this matter is related to you."

That's quite candid.

Lin Mowan's expression froze for a moment, then she sneered, looking nonchalant and even mocking, and then she waved her hand: "It doesn't matter, search it."

"Thank you girl."

So, the guards went in and out of the yard, searching every corner. Lin Mowan looked indifferent and calmly continued to take care of the roses on her desk.

Deng Yu looked around and her eyes fell on the rose in her hand. Her gaze moved inch by inch and she realized that there seemed to be some soil on the table. The rose must have just been planted.

Deng Yu couldn't help but be curious: "Miss, you are really leisurely and elegant, aren't you worried about him at all?" The "he" mentioned by this person was naturally Jiang Wenqing.

Lin Mowan paused for a moment, and then her face looked somewhat dejected. She sighed and said, "Your Excellency, you don't know that there is not much affection between us, father and daughter."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Deng Yu and smiled at him, "Sir, it's rare for you to come here, please have a cup of tea before leaving." As she spoke, she asked Yuzhi to make tea.

Deng Yuzi did not refuse.

Unexpectedly, even after checking every corner of Prince Zuoxian's mansion, Jiang Wenqing was not found, not even a single thing related to Jiang Wenqing.

After the guards finished searching and the tea was finished, Deng Yu was about to say something when he stood up to leave. Lin Mowan seemed to see something and she just said, "Your Excellency, please speak up if you have anything to say."

Deng Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Lin, although we didn't find anyone, the princess said that she wants to meet you alone at the manor outside the city and have a heart-to-heart talk with you."