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

Chapter 211 You should thank me
She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and scenes from the past came to her mind. She felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. When she came to her senses, her face was covered with tears.

"You killed him?" Gong Shu Tingyue's face was full of disbelief. She thought that no matter how much Lin Mowan hated Jiang Wenqing, she would never do anything that would really endanger his life.

“You really killed him!” She gradually collapsed and could only look at Lin Mowan helplessly, roaring: “He is my biological father… How could you have the heart to do this! Lin Mowan, you are so cold-blooded!”

Cold-blooded?

Lin Mowan raised her eyebrows and couldn't help sneering. She fluttered her long sleeves slightly, sat aside, and looked at Gongshu Tingyue with contempt.

Lin Mowan said: "I didn't say I'm not cold-blooded, but you like him so much, now you can be with him forever, and you don't have to worry about him keeping someone else outside. Speaking of which, shouldn't you thank me?"

Faced with such shameless words and meeting her sparkling eyes with a hint of complacency, Gongshu Tingyue had not yet recovered from the sorrow of Jiang Wenqing's death. He just knelt in front of Jiang Wenqing's ashes, staring at her with tears streaming down his face.

Seeing her heartbroken look, Lin Mowan felt much better and even her spirit became much more normal. Before coming here, she was worried that this trick would not work on this woman.

After all, they are both cruel and ruthless people. Jiang Wenqing is a scumbag and it is really hard to sympathize with him. But fortunately, he is not at a loss in this life, as there is a famous Princess Showa who is crazy about him.

Now, seeing Gongshu Tingyue's heart aching and veins bulging on his forehead, Lin Mowan smiled for the first time in all these years.

"You..." Gongshu Tingyue gritted her teeth, obviously unable to accept that the person she had tried so hard to save had turned into a pile of ashes. She was so angry that her whole body was shaking, but she still stood up and shouted, "You patricidal bastard! I will kill you!" She had already pounced on Lin Mowan.

Lin Mowan was not someone who could be knocked down so easily. She grabbed Gongshu Tingyue's hand and pushed him hard. Gongshu Tingyue, who had not yet recovered from his grief, staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing Gongshu Tingyue's embarrassed look, Lin Mowan gloated over his misfortune openly. She sighed and half-leaned lazily on the table, lightly holding her chin with one hand, with a frivolous look and a smile in her eyes.

She added, "But before I die, I have something to give you. Do you want it?"

Upon hearing this, the hatred in Gongshu Tingyue's eyes was replaced by shock for a moment, and then she became much more sober. She sneered: "Are you so kind?"

Lin Mowan smiled without saying anything, her expression seemed to be saying "Why can't I be so kind?"

She raised her hand and threw a box on the ground. Gongshu Tingyue turned around without thinking, picked it up, and opened the box with trembling hands.

She originally thought it would be a letter or a jade pendant or something, but when she opened the box she found there was nothing inside. She was a little stunned.

While she was picking up things, Lin Mowan had already stood up slowly, approached her without making a sound, and before she could react, grabbed her hair and slammed her hard towards the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

Once, twice, three times...

Only when the person in her arms fainted, without even time to struggle or shout, did Lin Mowan let go of her hands. The splattered blood splashed on her face, which was a little warm. She raised her hand and casually wiped the blood off her face.

His cold eyes fell on the face of the almost unrecognizable woman on the ground. She slowly exhaled, and the corners of her mouth that were raised never flattened. She inexplicably felt a sense of enjoyment.

Finally, she hummed a little tune, took out the dagger she carried with her, and calmly stabbed it into Gongshu Tingyue's heart, laboriously cutting a hole in her heart, then tore the hole open, took out the bloody heart and put it in a clean tea bowl beside her. After doing this, she pulled the curtain beside her to wipe her hands, but she didn't care about the blood stains on her face and clothes. While wiping, she couldn't help sneering, looking at Gongshu Tingyue lying on the ground with regret, and said: "Look at you, such a good family, such cruel means, why don't you do something else, but have to like a scumbag."

After she said that, she stood up and casually threw the curtain she had used to wipe the blood on her hands into Gong Shu Tingyue's hand.

Lin Mowan did not take the heart with her. Instead, she opened the door and walked out covered in blood as if no one was around.

As she expected, before she could even walk out of the manor, she was stopped by the guards stationed inside and outside the manor, who rushed in and almost surrounded her in three layers.

Lin Mowan was not surprised and did not move. She just stood there calmly. When she came here today, she never thought that she could get out alive. But what does it matter? All the people who should die are dead. She has no regrets.

Moreover, according to her observation of Lin Qinhai in the past few days, Lin Qinhai and her mother should have a very good relationship. As her mother's only daughter, Lin Qinhai came back partly for her.

If she died, Lin Qinhai would never give up. He would overthrow Gongshu Yanyu and change the dynasty. All he needed was an alliance. The best choice was Shen Weiyuan.

With their practice, the injustice of the Lin family's case will surely be revealed and redressed. And as the most controversial member of the Lin family, her death will not become another stain on the Lin family.

Thinking of this, she smiled with relief, threw away the dagger in her hand, opened her hand slightly, and said, "Come on, kill me."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other. No one dared to step forward, but no one retreated either. They looked at each other, and no one dared to act rashly.

Until someone who went to check on Gongshu Tingyue's room shouted from somewhere in the crowd: "The princess is dead!"

Everyone was horrified, and when they looked at Lin Mowan again, there was indeed a hint of murderous intent in their eyes.

At this time, the crowd retreated. Deng Yu frowned and did not stand still. He raised the sword in his hand and put it on Lin Mowan's neck, but did not move: "How dare you do such a treasonous thing? Come back with me and confess your crime."

As he spoke, he put away his sword and stepped forward to arrest Lin Mowan. Lin Mowan watched him approach, and when she was a few steps away, she suddenly jumped up and tried to grab the sword in his hand.

Deng Yu pushed her away almost reflexively. She did not resist and stepped back. The next moment, the sword pierced her abdomen. The tearing pain came over her and more and more blood spread out.

She raised her head slightly, and in the face of Deng Yu's shocked expression, with her mouth full of blood, she slowly smiled.

Her consciousness began to gradually blur. As the sword was pulled out of her lower abdomen, she lost her support and lay on the ground on her back. All she could see was the vast sky, and blood slowly spread out from under her body.

She stared blankly at the sky, waiting calmly and peacefully for the arrival of death, until the crowd became agitated, as if someone was controlling the crowd, breaking through the obstacles, and suddenly kneeling down in front of her.

But now she just felt that her eyelids were very heavy and she couldn't lift them up at all. She couldn't see who it was, but this feeling was very familiar. She must have felt it more than once.

It was like this again, every time. She never saw clearly who it was. However, it didn't matter. She was going to die anyway, and she couldn't repay the favor even if she knew...