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

Chapter 163 is for her

Hearing this, Shen Junchi nodded. Jiang Ke turned back to the carriage and asked in a low voice, "Master, do we need to send someone to ambush us?"

Shen Junchi shook his head and said calmly: "That's such a pity." Then he handed a prepared letter to Jiang Ke and signaled Jiang Ke to pass it to the servant.

After making sure that the boy had received the letter, Shen Junchi said, "Please give this to your daughter. Thank you."

The servant took the letter and replied hastily, "Yes, yes, yes."

Shen Junchi didn't say anything else, but just told the people accompanying him to turn around and leave. As he watched them gradually move away from Zither Garden, Yuzhi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

When Lin Mowan stuck her head out from the turning to look, the car had already gone some distance away and she could only vaguely see a blurry silhouette.

Seeing Yuzhi seemed to be more nervous than herself, Lin Mowan didn't feel anything. To be precise, she had no memory of Shen Junchi. She didn't know whether they had never had any intersection or she had temporarily forgotten about him.

Before this, she thought it was the latter, but now, thinking about what she just heard, what Shen Junchi asked the servant to pass on to her, she thought that maybe she had forgotten.

She thought about this possibility and turned to look at Yuzhi beside her. When she recovered a little, she asked, "What happened just now?"

Yuzhi heard the voice and looked back. She hesitated and shook her head, saying, "Second Master said that you should not meet with Master for the time being."

"Why?" Lin Mowan was puzzled.

She didn't care much at first, but seeing Yuzhi and Shen Weiyuan's reactions, she had to care.

But it was obvious that Yuzhi didn't know much either, and she just answered, "I don't know either, it was Second Master who asked me to do this."

Lin Mowan lowered her eyes and did not ask any more questions...

After Shen Junchi left, Lin Mowan and Yuzhi returned to the courtyard together. She looked at the letter handed over by the servant. There was no mark or signature on the envelope. If Shen Junchi had not come in person today, she might not have been able to tell who it belonged to.

But she didn't open the envelope. She just held it in her hand and examined it carefully. It was thin and looked like it only contained letter paper. But she didn't understand. They didn't have any intersection, and even if they did, she didn't remember it. What was the purpose of writing this?

After thinking for a while, she still didn't open the letter in her hand, but found a place to put it away for the time being. Although she was curious, she thought about it and decided not to read it. At least she wouldn't read it now...

A few days later, everything seemed calm and peaceful. The Jiang family was busy with Jiang Youan's funeral and had no time to pay attention to her. Hanyan had not come since the last incident.

She knew in her heart that perhaps Hanyan had already made her choice. She wanted to take a gamble, betting that the gap between Jiang Wenqing and Gongshu Tingyue was deep enough, and that she could completely capture Jiang Wenqing's heart during this period of time.

If she succeeds, when she gives birth to a child, she can become famous because of her child, but if she fails, she will just be used as a tool to give birth to a child.

Since she had made this choice, Lin Mowan had nothing to worry about...

As night fell, the snow gradually stopped. The night was very cold, and there was no sound at all. It was as quiet as a dead city. Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Family, Hongbao Courtyard.

The sound of an old man coughing could be heard from time to time in the originally quiet yard, which seemed particularly creepy in the empty night. The people around him had fallen asleep, and those who were still awake were knocked out by the smoke.

When Lin Mowan appeared in the old lady's room, the lights in the room were not turned off. Perhaps she thought that the old lady was not feeling well, so she could come into the room to serve her in the middle of the night.

She stepped over Qiu He who was knocked down by the smoke and walked straight to the bed. She didn't know how long she stood there. The old lady was half asleep and half awake, coughing violently. She weakly called "Qiu He" twice, but no one answered.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, and saw Lin Mowan, who had appeared at the head of the bed without her knowing, staring at her. She was startled, her eyes widened, as if she wanted to dodge, but she couldn't move. She could only look at her in horror. For a moment, it seemed that she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

After a long time, Lin Mowan's cold face gradually showed her usual familiar gentle smile. She stroked her sleeves and sat down on the bed.

The old lady looked at her and almost uttered a sentence from her throat: "Awan, when did you come back?"

Lin Mowan was still smiling at her, but the smile did not reach her eyes. She looked inexplicably creepy, but the old lady did not seem to notice and just looked at her in confusion.

After a long while, Lin Mowan said in a nonchalant tone: "Just now, I wanted to come over to see you. Are you feeling better?"

Upon hearing this, the old lady coughed a few more times, her face full of worry, "What's the good? The doctor said I don't have many days to live."

After she finished speaking, her tone paused, as if she was waiting for Lin Mowan to say something to comfort her and make her happy, but this time, Lin Mowan just stared at her without saying a word.

The old lady was wondering, and Lin Mowan suddenly smiled and said, "Yes, you are in this state, you really don't have many days to live. You need someone to take care of you, eat, drink, defecate and urinate. Isn't this a torment? You can die early so that your family won't have to suffer so much."

Her tone was flat, as if she was just instructing her on simple matters like eating and sleeping. The old lady listened and could not believe her ears and eyes. This was not the soft persimmon she had in her mind that could be easily bullied.

For a long time, the old lady couldn't utter a word. She just stared with her eyes wide open, her chest heaving violently. She wanted to open her mouth to ask, but found that she was so angry that she couldn't utter a complete sentence. She could only stare at Lin Mowan in shock, breathing out more than breathing in.

But Lin Mowan seemed to have seen nothing. The gentle smile on her face remained unchanged, and even her tone of voice remained the same: "But you don't have to be afraid. After all, you are not too alone on this road to the underworld. Don't you have your beloved Jiang Youxi and Jiang Youan here? They are waiting for you on the road. You can't not go."

Listening to Lin Mowan's words, the old lady's breathing became more rapid. Her eyes turned red and she stared at Lin Mowan, like a devil who wanted to eat Lin Mowan alive.

The smile on Lin Mowan's face became brighter and brighter. Looking at the old lady who was so angry that she couldn't speak, she felt happy in her heart. She smiled as if she was appreciating some rare item.

The old lady stared at her intently and raised her hand tremblingly, wanting to grab her, but she was almost exhausted and had no strength left. Even if she had grabbed Lin Mowan's hand, she couldn't exert any strength.

Lin Mowan didn't understand, so she let her hold on. Seeing her holding on for a while and not wanting to swallow it, Lin Mowan's expression remained the same. She said, "You must be very curious about who I am."

After she finished speaking, a gleam of light flashed in the old lady's eyes. It was obvious that she only confirmed Lin Mowan's words. At least she wanted to die with her eyes closed.

But Lin Mowan just stared at her, and then whispered a few words: "Go to hell and ask my mother."