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

Chapter 182 Anti-Season Begonia
Shen Junchi sat on the street corner, watching the girl's back gradually walk away. He never took his eyes off the shadow and asked, "Are you sure it's her?"

The person behind him nodded without hesitation: "Yes, our people saw Yuzhi and her together just now."

Shen Junchi nodded, and said nothing more, just staring at the direction where Lin Mowan left...

When Lin Mowan and Yuzhi returned to Zither Garden, it was already dawn. If it were in the past, Lin Mowan would have been sleepy, but today, for some reason, she was particularly energetic.

When she pushed open the gate, what she saw was the maids and servants kneeling all over the yard and Shen Junchi sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the door.

The expressions on her and Yuzhi's faces froze at the same time. Yuzhi was the first to react. Without thinking, she turned around and was about to leave. Without asking, one could tell that she wanted to find Shen Weiyuan.

"stop."

Shen Junchi didn't look back, but seemed to have accurately anticipated Li Yuzhi's move. As she spoke in a cold voice, the guards stopped her.

If it was someone else, she could probably give it a try, but the person opposite her was Shen Junchi. Yuzhi suddenly felt helpless and turned around with an apologetic look at Lin Mowan.

Lin Mowan had no expression on her face. She just turned around and looked at the wheelchair with its back to her. She couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but she could vaguely feel that he didn't seem to be a mean person.

"No wonder Ayuan likes Haitang, she is really beautiful."

He looked up at the evergreen crabapple tree in front of him and sighed as if from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, the weeping crabapple will not bloom in winter. Its flowering period is only in March and April, and sometimes it may be a little longer.

But it hasn't snowed recently, and the sleet a few days ago just moistened the ground. The weather has been relatively warm in the past half month, and it actually bloomed out of season.

Lin Mowan didn't say anything. To be more precise, she didn't know what to say. When she saw him, although Lin Mowan had never met him face to face, she had heard of this Mr. Shen to some extent.

During the brief silence, Lin Mowan looked at the wheelchair that was being pushed and slowly turned around. The man in the wheelchair was handsome and looked 60% like Shen Weiyuan, but he did not have Shen Weiyuan's coldness.

In comparison, he seemed calmer and gentler, not only in his eyes that looked almost the same, but also in his originally tough face.

"I've admired you for a long time."

He opened his thin lips slightly, with a smile on his face, and it seemed that he had no intention of making things difficult for her.

For a moment, Lin Mowan was unsure of what he meant, so she could only bow respectfully and say, "Greetings, young master."

Shen Junchi smiled but didn't say anything. Instead, his scrutinizing eyes swept over her body inch by inch, finally landing on her face.

He said hesitantly: "Your name is... Lin Mowan."

Lin Mowan nodded: "Yes."

Listening to Lin Mowan's answer, Shen Junchi suddenly chuckled, and even a hint of obscure amusement flashed in his eyes. Lin Mowan was a little confused. Her name didn't seem so funny, right?

She was a little suspicious, but she didn't say anything. Shen Junchi then spoke again: "Did he ever say that you look like someone?"

Lin Mowan's eyes dimmed. She knew who Shen Junchi was talking about, the girl named Hua Rong. She didn't say anything, but she was obviously no longer in the good mood she had just when she came back. Seeing this, Shen Junchi seemed very satisfied. He sighed softly and said, "I didn't mean anything else. I just came to see what the person that Ayuan kept outside looked like."

These words were like a casual yet deliberate reminder to her: No matter how much he likes you, he is just keeping you outside and not giving you a name; no matter how much he likes you, you are just a substitute.

Yes, he always treated her as he pleased. He would coax her when she was in a good mood, and vent his anger to her when she was in a bad mood.

She was just a substitute, a tool for him to relieve his loneliness, that was not love at all.

She suddenly understood why he came here, and her mind seemed to clear up instantly, as if she just remembered what she had done at Yuzhi's instigation. Unprecedented irritability and regret surged in her heart, almost making her lose her mind.

Finally, she looked up at him, frowned, and asked the same question she had asked Yuzhi: "Hua Rong, who is it?"

"..." Shen Junchi was silent for a moment, with a faint smile on his face. It was hard to tell what this smile meant, but it made people dislike it. There was an inexplicable feeling of discomfort as if they were being controlled by him.

After a long silence, he spoke calmly, "A very cute girl." He raised his eyes, smiling as he looked at Lin Mowan, and paused, "But, she has a bad fate, which is really pitiful. No wonder A Yuan likes her so sincerely."

He said nothing more, but just stared at Lin Mowan with a deep gaze. Lin Mowan lowered her eyes and asked no more questions. She also understood that asking more questions would only bring humiliation to herself.

Originally, I thought that Shen Junchi came here to say something to make Lin Mowan leave Shen Weiyuan, maybe by coercion or bribery, but it seemed that none of them happened.

He just said, "Miss Lin, I hope you can understand that in this world, people are born into different classes. If you just want some money, I won't interfere, but if you want something else, you have to know that Ayuan has countless chances to start over, but you, if you make a mistake once, you will have no chance."

When he said this, his expression was still gentle, but extremely serious, with an aura that could not be ignored.

Lin Mowan lowered her eyes and replied weakly, "Yes." Thinking about the sachet she had just given away, Lin Mowan, who was originally immersed in joy, felt as if she was suddenly slapped hard by reality, and her heart ached.

Just as Shen Junchi said, he didn't do anything but asked the people around him to pick a branch of weeping crabapple and take it away.

As soon as he left, the yard seemed to be suddenly much emptier. She turned around and looked at the weeping crabapple tree, which was not blooming very well because it was out of season, and she felt mixed emotions...

The sun rises in the east, Beidinghou Mansion.

When Shen Weiyuan stepped into the study, he looked up and saw Shen Junchi who was busy in the study. He paused for a moment, but did not stay for long. He stepped into the room and said, "Brother, why don't you go and rest?"

Shen Junchi smiled, put the book in his hand on the table, and asked with concern: "I couldn't sleep well, so I walked around. How was your chat with His Majesty?"

Shen Weiyuan nodded slightly, "It's okay." As he spoke, he raised his eyes unconsciously and swept his gaze across the table. He was attracted by a touch of pink and white. It was a crabapple plant in a vase.

His expression froze for a moment, and a strange emotion stirred in his heart, but soon he realized something was wrong and said suspiciously, "It's really hard to see crabapples in this season."

Shen Junchi also nodded and agreed: "Yes, but this crabapple tree is still blooming well, but I don't know how long the flowering period will be."

He sounded like he was talking about Haitang, but his slightly strange tone didn't seem like he was talking about Haitang.

Shen Weiyuan was silent, looking at the crabapple in the delicate emerald green vase. He felt that the more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked, and the more nervous he became.

After a long silence, he still asked tentatively: "Where did you get this crabapple, big brother?"