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

Chapter 169 Why Don’t You Listen
The funeral of the old lady of the Jiang family lasted for seven days. It was snowing lightly on the day of the burial. As the adopted daughter of the Jiang family, Lin Mowan naturally went there as well.

Perhaps Jiang Wenqing had instructed her in advance that although Lin Mowan was there, she was like air. No one paid any attention to her, but no one refused to let her follow them.

Even Jiang Yanran could only stand there and wink at her apologetically. Following her gaze, she saw Jiang Wenqing with a gloomy face.

Lin Mowan just glanced at them. In fact, she didn't mind. It was just right that they ignored her. She was also happy to have some free time. She just followed them twice and watched them busying around.

On the day of the burial, many descendants of the side branches came. The Shen family and the Jiang family had a special relationship, so Shen Weiyuan was naturally there. Gongshu Beicheng, as the representative of the royal family, was also present.

Standing in the crowd at the back, from which she could not see the burial scene at the front, Lin Mowan just waited quietly for the funeral to end.

There were faint cries coming from the front and white papers flying all over the place. At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of her. Lin Mowan was stunned and turned to look. It was the hot water bottle handed to her by Gongshu Beicheng.

He smiled at her gently, "Take it. It's quite cold today. I guess it will take some time before this is over."

Lin Mowan didn't say anything. After a brief silence, Gongshu Beicheng decisively took her hand, put the small hot water bottle in her hand, and said, "Why are you being polite to me? I don't really need it anyway."

He gave her a comforting smile, and Lin Mowan also smiled at him: "Thank you."

The two of them didn't say anything else, but just stood side by side. Gongshu Beicheng took the umbrella from a servant beside him and gently tilted it towards her.

In fact, the snow was not heavy and she did not feel anything when it fell on her body. But even so, she did not refuse Gongshu Beicheng's kindness.

She turned around and looked in the direction of Shen Weiyuan. There was a certain distance between them, but through the gap, she could still vaguely see that Shen Weiyuan was not looking at this side. She let out a breath lightly, feeling a little lost.

She turned around and didn't say anything, but Gongshu Beicheng, who had been paying attention to her situation, suddenly chuckled and whispered, "Some things don't need to be taken too seriously. In the struggle for power, no one will show true feelings. It's just a fleeting love affair."

"..."

Lin Mowan was silent for a long time before she spoke up, "What about His Highness?"

She turned her head and looked at Gongshu Beicheng with an extremely serious look. When their eyes met, Gongshu Beicheng did not dodge. He just hesitated for a moment and replied, "I am different from him. I have enough confidence to talk about love."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked away, with a hopeful light in his eyes. Lin Mowan also looked away and said softly, "I'm really happy for the future Princess Guangning."

As soon as these words were spoken, Gongshu Beicheng's expression suddenly became serious. He turned to look at Lin Mowan again, his eyes changing from helplessness to complexity, and finally to full of love.

Snowflakes fell lightly, and an umbrella seemed to block out the sounds outside. The atmosphere gradually became strange. After a brief silence, Gongshu Beicheng thought for a while before saying, "Awan, I..."

"It seems the snow is getting heavier, Your Highness."

As if she had foreseen what Gongshu Beicheng wanted to say, Lin Mowan suddenly appeared and interrupted him before he could say it.

Gongshu Beicheng was stunned. For a moment, he didn't react to what was happening. But when he met Lin Mowan's distant eyes, his heart seemed to hurt.

Although he was somewhat unwilling, he didn't say anything in the end, but just helplessly used a smile to hide his disappointment. "..." He gritted his teeth and asked, "Can I know why?"

This time, Lin Mowan was silent again. In fact, she didn't know why, but she felt that their relationship didn't seem to have reached that point yet.

She always felt that her dependence on him was definitely not love. Although it did not seem quite appropriate to say so, the incomplete memory always made her make decisions that even she found strange, such as getting close to Gongshu Beicheng and even accepting his kindness.

But whenever she sensed that Gongshu Beicheng was approaching, she seemed to suddenly wake up and took the initiative to keep a certain distance...

After the funeral, Lin Mowan did not leave immediately, but went to the Jiang family as usual and sat for a while, ostensibly to accompany Jiang Wenqing. In fact, Jiang Wenqing did not need her to be with him.

When we came out of Jiang's house, it was still early and the snow had stopped. Most of the people who came to attend the funeral had left, and only Lin Mowan was left at the end.

Yuzhi helped her get into the carriage and lifted the curtain. Lin Mowan looked up and saw a man sitting in the middle of the carriage, looking like an emperor ascending the throne with a gloomy expression.

Lin Mowan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stopped walking. Her face also froze for a moment. Seeing her stop walking, Xue Zhong's voice came from under the carriage: "Miss Lin? What's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Lin Mowan came back to her senses, turned around and smiled at him, shook her head, and replied: "Nothing, I'll leave first."

After she said that, she decisively got into the carriage.

Sitting on the side of the carriage, waiting for it to move slowly, Lin Mowan's heart gradually calmed down, and she called out in a low voice: "Second Master."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Shen Weiyuan chuckled and said, "You seemed quite happy at the funeral."

"..." Listening to his obviously jealous tone, she knew that he was not blaming her, but was referring to the fact that Gongshu Beicheng stood with her.

Lin Mowan's mind was as clear as a mirror, but she remained tactically silent. Somehow, she didn't seem to feel so blocked in her heart.

After waiting for a while, Shen Weiyuan lost his patience, so he raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her over, as easily as picking up a chicken, and let her sit in his arms.

He pressed against her strong chest and arms. Lin Mowan did not resist. She just raised her dazed eyes and met his gloomy and deep eyes.

She raised her hands, hooked them around his neck, and gently stroked his tense chest with one hand. Her voice was as soft as cartilage: "Second Master is angry? But Master hasn't come to see me recently. I thought Master was ready to turn back and not want me anymore."

Hearing her words, Shen Weiyuan's expression seemed to become even uglier, but he remained silent. The hand holding her waist rubbed and tightened until Lin Mowan felt uncomfortable and could no longer remain calm. She looked up at him in confusion.

He tried his best to keep his voice cold, but he couldn't control the hoarseness after being aroused. Somewhere in his heart was roaring with heat, and he slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, which spread on her white neck.

It was so hot that she couldn't help but shrink her neck. Memories in various parts of her body were awakened, causing her to moan softly, as if in comfort and resistance, and she subconsciously dodged.

He said, “Didn’t I tell you not to get too close to that? Why didn’t you listen?”