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

Chapter 198 I bought the candied haws myself
Lin Mowan was still just sitting in the cottage making tea and appreciating the snow. Perhaps it was because the weather was too cold and they were neglected, the crabapples here were not as well cared for as those in Wisteria Garden and they withered early.

For several days in a row, she sat by the window and watched. Until the third morning, Jiang Wenqing, who had looked determined to never have anything to do with Lin Mowan again three days ago, actually came to her on his own initiative.

She was not surprised, but just sat in the chair as usual, leaning lazily and smiling at him gently. Jiang Wenqing stood in the distance, and there was a tea table between them, but it seemed as if there was more than just a tea table between them.

Counting the time, it has been almost two or three years since Lin Mowan returned to the Jiang family. A lot has changed here, especially the people in the Jiang family, but Lin Mowan seems to have not changed from the beginning to the end.

He just stood there, not getting close or talking. Lin Mowan smiled and turned around, looking through the wide-open window at the half-dead crabapple tree with only a few pitiful dead branches left outside, and said softly, "This tree is really useless. It died like this. Let's find some time to dig it up."

She was talking to herself, but Jiang Wenqing frowned. For a moment he couldn't tell whether she was talking to him or just talking to herself.

Jiang Wenqing opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but it was obvious that he hadn't thought of what to say and couldn't get a word in. He could only give up awkwardly, sighed softly, and walked over to sit down opposite Lin Mowan.

He took a deep breath and said, "Are you satisfied with the current situation?" His bloodshot eyes stared at Lin Mowan, as if he wanted to stare a hole in her. Lin Mowan just smiled at him and didn't say anything.

Jiang Wenqing was furious. He gritted his teeth and continued, "Now everyone knows that you are my biological daughter. Gongshu Tingyue and I have divorced. The royal family wants to sue me for marriage fraud. Just think about it. If I am implicated, you will be among them."

When he said this, there was a hint of madness on his face, as if he was going to die together. Lin Mowan restrained her smile and looked at him with confused eyes. He thought Lin Mowan was scared, so he sneered: "How can I say hello to you? Now you are putting yourself at risk."

As he spoke, he curled the corners of his mouth strangely. Lin Mowan looked at him, and her expression suddenly became panicked. She bit her fingers in fear, thought for a moment, leaned forward suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, father, what should I do? I don't want to die, I'm so scared."

As she spoke, the smile on Jiang Wenqing's face became more intense. He thought he had Lin Mowan in his control. But the next moment, the panic on Lin Mowan's face paused, and she laughed softly again. The look in his eyes gradually changed from panic to amusement.

She gradually laughed louder and louder until she cried and laughed until she fell on the table and couldn't straighten her back. She gasped for breath and barely stopped.

"You are so naive." She laughed so hard that she was almost out of breath. Her tone was particularly cheerful, but Jiang Wenqing's expression gradually became ugly.

Lin Mowan paused for a long while, took a few deep breaths, and her body, which had been out of breath from laughing, finally relaxed. She continued, "Daddy, I've done this, and you still think I'm afraid of death. You really are..."

If she was really scared, she would not have appeared in the Jiang family in the first place, nor would she have done everything that happened later.

As she spoke, she paused deliberately and glanced at him with a playful look. It was this disdainful look that completely angered Jiang Wenqing.

He frowned, the veins on his forehead bulged suddenly, and his eyes suddenly became violent. He stood up suddenly, waved his hand, and swept all the tea sets on the table to the ground.

After a series of crackling noises, the door was suddenly pushed open. It was Yuzhi who rushed in with her men. Lin Mowan calmly raised her hand to stop them from coming forward. Helplessly, Yuzhi could only stand there with everyone else, nervously looking at the two people in the room. Jiang Wenqing seemed to have broken the strings in his brain at this time. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Was all this your plan? What about those notes? Did you ask someone to scatter them?"

Lin Mowan didn't respond immediately, but leaned back without comment, with an expression of watching a show, and even sighed a little. After a long time, in Jiang Wenqing's panicked and shocked eyes, she replied: "Should I really say you are stupid? How should I answer you when you ask this? You obviously know the answer, so do you have to let me tell you in person?"

She refused to do so and did not give Jiang Wenqing any chance to confirm or deny it. She just wanted to see him go crazy. As long as she did not admit it herself and as long as she acted innocent, he would not be reconciled even if he had the answer in his heart.

Jiang Wenqing's face turned pale, but Lin Mowan smiled, with an unconcealable joy in her eyes. She frowned and said with embarrassment, "Daddy, how could you think of me like this? I'm in the palace, and I don't even have anyone of my own around me. How could I do such a thing?"

She spread her hands and denied it, but Jiang Wenqing already had another answer at this moment. He just wanted her to admit it in person, but she refused.

He gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling with anger. He asked her again: "Do you really hate me so much?"

When Lin Mowan heard this, the smile on her face froze, and then slowly disappeared. She seemed to be thinking about something, as if she was really thinking about his question seriously.

To be honest, she had asked herself the same question before, but there was no answer in the end: Did she hate him?

Of course she hated him. She hated him for being fickle and irresponsible. She hated him for doing nothing and allowing Gongshu Tingyue to hire someone to kill her mother. She hated him for making her wander around for so long and even though he finally found her later, he just wanted to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible. She hated him even more for wanting to kill her in order to save that mother and son.

But whenever she thought of her childhood, she would always sit on a small bench in the yard waiting for him to come back. He would come back only once in a long time, and each time he would bring her different little toys. She would see his dusty figure from afar while sitting in the yard, and she would jump up with joy, run out of the door shouting "Daddy" and throw herself into his arms.

He would pick her up, take out the little gift he brought for her, let her kiss his cheek, and then poke her face and neck with his stubble, making her giggle.

Her mother stood at the door, smiling happily as she welcomed the father and daughter in...

These things seemed to have happened a long time ago, but also seemed to have happened just yesterday. Her impression of her father was actually vague, and even her mother was not very clear.

She slowly closed her eyes, frowned, concentrated her mind, and tried hard to recall the few good memories she had, hoping to make them clearer in her mind.

But unfortunately, they were like faded and mottled paintings, and seemed unreal. She even suspected that they were just things that happened in a dream.

In a trance, Lin Mowan suddenly felt a little sad. When she opened her eyes again, there were sad tears flashing in her eyes. The tears slid down uncontrollably and she quickly raised her hand to wipe them away.

Facing Jiang Wenqing's question, Lin Mowan breathed a sigh of relief. When she raised her eyelids, her eyes had already returned to their usual indifference. She only said one sentence: "Later, I bought the candied haws myself. In fact, they were not very delicious. I didn't like them."