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

Chapter 126: Knowing that you will be caught, you still do this

Lin Mowan sat up from the bed with some effort. Yuzhi hurried forward to support her and put a soft pillow behind her before saying softly, "Miss, Miss Luo is here to see you."

Miss Luo?
Which Miss Luo?
Lin Mowan felt that her mind was still a little unclear. She just leaned on the bed, took the water handed to her by Yuzhi and drank it all. Only then did the fatigue all over her body seem to be relieved.

Then she just said lightly: "No."

Yuzhi was stunned for a moment, and stood there in a daze. She wanted to say something several times but stopped herself from leaving. She had never been like this before. Lin Mowan opened her eyes and looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Yuzhi quickly shook her head and said, "It's okay. I'll go and let them go." After she said that, she stood up, nodded slightly, and was about to turn around and leave.

Lin Mowan didn't try to stop her at first, but thinking about Yuzhi's words, her mind gradually became clear, and she murmured, "Miss Luo..."

She didn't react for a moment, so she hurriedly called Yuzhi. Yuzhi stopped before walking out of the inner room and turned back to look at Lin Mowan, a little suspicious, thinking that Lin Mowan had changed her mind.

But she was silent for a moment, and did not change her previous words, but added: "Just say, I'm not feeling well and don't want to see anyone."

"Yes."

Yuzhi nodded in agreement without asking any more questions. After all, she was well aware of what happened between Lin Mowan and Luo Qiaoniang. During the grand search of the courtyard, they did not give Lin Mowan any face at all.

After Yuzhi left, Lin Mowan leaned on the bed and turned her head to look at the setting sun coming in through the window. The dim warm tones, coupled with the refreshing silence in the temple, made people feel inexplicably comfortable.

After a short rest, she got out of bed, casually pulled off a piece of clothing and put it on herself, walked to the table, ground the ink herself, took out some clean paper from the room, raised her hand, and wrote one stroke after another, with her beautiful handwriting appearing stroke by stroke...

When Yuzhi came back after inviting people, it was already completely dark outside. She walked in, extinguished the lantern in her hand and put it aside. When she entered the house, she saw Lin Mowan putting the written letter into an envelope and sealing it carefully.

Yuzhi was a little confused: "Girl, it's so late, who are you writing to? Write tomorrow. The light is bad at night and it hurts your eyes."

She said this, but still moved the candle beside her to the table in front of Lin Mowan. When she lowered her eyes, she saw Lin Mowan pick up a pen and write "From Your Highness" on the envelope.

Yuzhi looked at it and frowned. She knew without thinking that the "Your Highness" written on the letter could not be referring to Shen Weiyuan, but Gongshu Beicheng.

She looked at Lin Mowan with an indifferent expression, feeling helpless and a little disappointed. She just couldn't understand why her master was inferior to the King of Guangning?
How could her daughter be so obsessed with him after just a few encounters? They say that failure makes one wiser, but why did Lin Mowan become more courageous after each setback? She knew she would be caught, but she still did this...

Thinking about it, Yuzhi hesitated for several times, but finally couldn't help but reminded softly: "Girl, no matter how good a person is, we can't think about him all day long."

Lin Mowan's hand, which had just sealed the envelope, paused and looked at her in confusion. Yuzhi's face showed some sympathy and some ugliness. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything clearly.

Yuzhi knew how Lin Mowan followed Shen Weiyuan. Yuzhi also felt that Lin Mowan was a pitiful person. If she had a choice, Lin Mowan might not want to be like this.

But if she didn't do this, Shen Weiyuan valued his reputation the most, and she would only face death. Finally, facing Lin Mowan's eyes that didn't seem to care, Yuzhi sighed softly, held her hand, and said, "Miss, I know you are unwilling, but if it happens three or four times, even if the Second Master tolerates you, I'm afraid..." She didn't say anything else, but looked at Lin Mowan, who was still unmoved, with worried eyes. She thought that Lin Mowan would at least feel a little bit after hearing her words, but she just smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes: "It's okay, send someone to help me get down the mountain tomorrow morning."

"..."

Looking at the letter she handed over, Yuzhi became more silent. After hesitating for a long time, she reluctantly reached out and took the envelope.

Lin Mowan smiled and just said, "Don't worry about me. I've talked to the Second Master and he didn't object."

Listening to Lin Mowan's words, Yuzhi's hand holding the letter trembled unconsciously, and her face was full of confusion. Yuzhi had worked in Dingbei Marquis Mansion for a long time, and she knew very well what kind of person Shen Weiyuan was.

How could he allow Lin Mowan to get close to a man who had different thoughts? Moreover, it can be seen that Lin Mowan does not seem to dislike Gongshu Beicheng.

This kind of behavior of actively cheating on oneself is something that no one, let alone someone of Shen Weiyuan's status, can accept, even for an ordinary man.

So, when Lin Mowan said this, Yuzhi always felt that maybe the recent events plus Shen Weiyuan’s intimidation last night really scared her crazy.

Thinking of this, Yuzhi did not dare to speak any more, but the look she gave Lin Mowan was more cautious and compassionate. She took the letter, stood up and greeted him: "Okay, I'll have someone deliver it tomorrow."

Lin Mowan nodded with a smile, and watched Yuzhi walk out of the room, looking back every few steps and seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

Lin Mowan turned her head and looked at the writing brush and ink on the table. Thinking about the deep sadness and sympathy revealed in Yuzhi's eyes just now, she felt a little confused, not understanding what this girl was thinking about.

But Yuzhi didn't say anything, so she didn't ask. Fortunately, Yuzhi said she would send it, and the next morning, she really asked someone to send the letter to Gongshu Beicheng's residence at the foot of the mountain.

When I received the letter, it was probably noon, just after lunch. The weather today was not hot, but autumn was about to come. It was a sunny day yesterday, but today the sky was already filled with white clouds.

Gongshu Beicheng took the letter, smiled gently, answered the messenger a few words, and turned back to the inn.

As soon as he entered the room, the woman waiting in the room came forward. Her name was Bai Zang, and she was the most capable secret guard under Gongshu Beicheng. But although she was called a secret guard, she actually also did the job of warming the bed on weekdays. Gongshu Beicheng also liked her very much, so she had a certain say in Guangning Palace.

She quickly glanced at the letter in his hand, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and then quickly returned to normal. She just followed behind Uncle Bei Cheng calmly, thinking again and again, and seemed to be unable to help herself, and asked tentatively: "Master, do you want me to help you deal with this thing?"

Hearing this, Gongshu Beicheng paused, picked up the letter in his hand and took a look at it, his eyes fixed on the familiar handwriting, he raised his hand and gently brushed across the dried words on it, looking at it with some nostalgia.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "It's not too late to deal with it after you read it." As he said that, he quickly walked to the table, sat down, opened the letter in his hand and read it.

Bai Zang stood beside him and knew who sent the letter, but because her master liked her, although she was favored, she could not come out at this time to make her master unhappy, so she could only stand aside and wait silently.