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

Chapter 120 The Financial Backer Behind Her
But today, we can make an exception, because the little guy has done a great job.

When Gongshu Tingyue received the news, he had just arrived in Sheng'an City and stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion. Before he even sat down on the chair, the servant came to report in a hurry.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered something carefully. Gongshu Tingyue's face suddenly changed and he turned back fiercely: "What did you say?!"

The servant was startled and stepped back hastily, saying respectfully, "It's absolutely true, sir. The person has been carried in from the back door. Do you want to go... and take a look..."

The servant's voice was almost inaudible when he uttered the last two words. Having served Gongshu Tingyue for so many years, he knew her bad temper too well.

If someone is unhappy, smashing pots and pans is the least of his worries. It is the servants like them who suffer the most.

This time is certainly no exception.

Gongshu Tingyue's mind was filled with thoughts of the two men who had failed, been castrated and thrown outside the yamen, and were even carried back by someone.

She thought of how Jiang Youxi was sent back in the same way. Her Youxi was originally Duo Junlang's child, but it was all because of that whore Lin Mowan that he died in such a miserable way.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She was so angry that she was shaking all over. Her hands were tightly gripping the corner of the table. Whenever she thought of Lin Mowan's gloating and smug face, she felt as painful as being tortured to death.

"Asshole! Trash! Useless thing!"

She slapped the servant on the face again and again, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment towards Duolin Mowan. The servant staggered from being slapped, but he didn't dare to dodge and could only take it head on.

It was not until Gongshu Tingyue's eyes turned red and he was tired of beating the servant, and even slapped the servant a few times unwillingly, that he fell into the chair, and the tears that had been accumulating in his eyes for a long time burst out in an instant.

"My dear, you must take good care of yourself." Aunt Cen stepped forward to comfort her. "She will not live long if she stays in a place where bandits are rampant. Even if we fail, as long as the news spreads, I don't believe that the men in the village who are as fierce as wolves and tigers can control themselves. Sooner or later, she will die in that dirty bed!"

After listening to Nanny Cen's words, Gongshu Tingyue's emotions gradually calmed down, but she couldn't stop crying. She could only wipe her tears continuously, as if she wanted to forget the pain of losing her son.

Looking at the servant kneeling on the ground, whose face was bruised and swollen after being killed by him, Gongshu Tingyue took a long time to calm down his guilty conscience, but he still controlled his trembling voice and said, "Get out."

The servant nodded repeatedly and hurriedly crawled to wait for me to leave. If he stayed any longer, he would probably be beaten to death by Gongshu Tingyue.

As the door was closed, only Madam Cen and Uncle Tingyue were left in the room. Madam Cen carefully patted her back to help her breathe. She suddenly said, "Spread this news."

Madam Cen paused and thought carefully. She seemed to understand what Uncle Tingyue meant. She suddenly realized, "Master wants to use this incident to find out the financial backer behind her?"

Gongshu Tingyue slowly raised the corners of his lips, brushed his sleeves and sat down, saying: "Of course, I want to see who is helping the tyrant to commit atrocities!"

She knew that considering how much the financial sponsor doted on Lin Mowan, he would definitely rush over as soon as he heard the news. In this way, the people he had planted in the dark would have the opportunity to find out who that person was.

After all, she had sent people to investigate Lin Mowan's background before, but found nothing. It was as if this person appeared out of thin air, without any family background. The only relevant person she could find was Shen Weiyuan, the person who had rescued her.

But Shen Weiyuan was a man who was not only vigilant himself, but also the people around him were extremely cautious. It was obviously impossible to find any useful information from him.

Lin Mowan's parents, relatives, and friends all had no trace of this person. This was too strange. Someone must have deliberately blocked the news. Although she got nothing at the time, she was at least sure that Lin Mowan's identity must be extraordinary, otherwise, it would not have become a secret that no one knew.

If it was really as she expected, and the financial backer behind her was really Shen Weiyuan, then this matter would not just be a private matter between her and Lin Mowan...

After this incident, there were a few days of peace. Life in Qingqiu Temple was indeed not difficult. Everyone was very caring towards Lin Mowan, and Lin Mowan occasionally helped with some simple chores in the temple.

She could still help with simple needlework such as mending clothes and making shoes and socks, so the masters in the temple loved her very much.

On the seventh day when everything was peaceful, Lin Mowan was mending clothes in the yard when the young craftsman who was guarding the front yard came trotting into the yard, looking very anxious.

"Young master, what's wrong? What happened?" Yuzhi hurriedly went up to him and poured him a glass of water.

The young master drank it all in one gulp and said hurriedly, "Miss Lin, go to the front yard and see, there is a handsome young master looking for you."

Master?

Lin Mowan was a little surprised. Who would go to such trouble to come to a place like this to find her?
Thinking about it, her subconscious reaction was actually Shen Weiyuan, but on second thought, it didn't seem right. If it was really Shen Weiyuan, it would be unlikely that he would be found in such a high-profile manner.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but become more confused. After a moment of hesitation, the young master urged her, "Miss Lin, don't waste time. Hurry up. This is a noble man."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mowan nodded, put down the work in her hands, took Yuzhi and followed the young master to the front yard.

In the front hall, the abbot was talking to that man. He had his back to this side, so Lin Mowan could not see his appearance.

When she got closer, the abbot saw her and quickly smiled. He pulled the person forward. The person turned around and she saw clearly that it was Gongshu Beicheng.

It was just a moment of surprise, and then the surprise turned into: it turned out to be Gongshu Beicheng.

"You two can chat slowly."

The abbot pulled Lin Mowan in front of him and gave her a look of satisfaction. Lin Mowan was a little helpless, but the abbot had already turned around and left.

In the hall, Lin Mowan turned around and spoke first: "Why is Your Highness here?"

"I came to see you and bring you some things that you may need." Gongshu Beicheng said, smiling at her gently as usual, and then said as if deliberately jokingly, "But from Wanwan's tone, it seems that you are a little disappointed."

Lin Mowan lowered her eyes when she heard this, without making any comment. She just quickly moved on to the next topic: "But, how did Your Highness know I was here?"

Hearing this question, Gongshu Beicheng frowned, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. He seemed to feel sorry for Lin Mowan. After a moment of silence, he said, "Many people in Sheng'an have heard that you took the initiative to stay here to atone for your sins in order to pray for the Jiang family. Wanwan, you don't have to humiliate yourself like this."

He looked at her and said this with an extremely serious look in his eyes, as if as long as Lin Mowan said "I don't want to be here, I want to leave", he would take her away immediately.