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

Chapter 22 What do you want?

Lin Mowan didn't even look up, and didn't seem to find it strange. The kitten on her lap purred in comfort. She only replied calmly, "I know. Let him in."

She seemed to have expected this. As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Wenqing had already passed through the bead curtain and entered the inner room. Yuzhi hurriedly greeted him and turned around to walk out.

As the door was closed, the room became quiet and only the kitten's comfortable purring could be heard. After a while, Lin Mowan took the initiative to break the silence: "If you have seen enough, Master Jiang, you can start to tell me what you want from me."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenqing's expression froze, and he hastily moved his eyes away from her face. He sighed, but he didn't intend to beat around the bush and asked her directly, "Do you know anything about Xi's matter?"

Lin Mowan slowly stopped combing his hair, raised her eyelids, and swept her eyes across his face. Perhaps she was worried about Jiang Youxi, but in just a few months, he looked like he had aged more than ten years.

Before Lin Mowan could say anything, he spoke again: "Or, this was done by you!"

Lin Mowan didn't care, she just looked at him calmly, then she smiled, pretending to be confused, and asked him: "What did I do? I was also injured, why didn't you care about me first?"

"You don't have to play dumb." Jiang Wenqing gritted his teeth and said, "Are you still in contact with Liu Yinghong? Your mother is from Yuxianglou. You've been missing for so long, I don't believe Liu Yinghong hasn't looked for you."

Seeing him gritting his teeth and being so sure, Lin Mowan did not deny it. It seemed that as the prime minister, Jiang Wenqing's brain was not so muddleheaded that he lost his judgment ability, but so what? Did he have any evidence?
Lin Mowan was not afraid of his exposure at all. She just looked at him innocently with half-bewildered and half-puzzled eyes. In his almost furious expression, she pretended to be confused and surprised: "Why? Can't I have contact with her? According to what you mean, anyone who has contact with her may be the one who harms your precious son."

Jiang Wenqing had no way to deal with her. He could only clench his fists and slap his thighs a few times before he managed to calm down. He said, "Okay, even if you don't admit it, you have to admit the handkerchief incident, right? It was you who gave the handkerchief to Youxi and asked him to wait for you at Yuxiang Tower. You can't deny it, right?!"

Lin Mowan couldn't help but be puzzled. "Handkerchief? What handkerchief? Daddy, what are you talking about?"

Seeing her serious and slightly exaggerated surprised expression, Jiang Wenqing frowned deeply. He really didn't expect her to be so shameless. He gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Don't pretend, Youxi told me that you asked him to go, why did you do this?"

Not sure if it was Lin Mowan's illusion, but when Jiang Wenqing said this, his tone seemed to soften inexplicably. She lowered her eyes and then raised them again, meeting his eyes. Lin Mowan put away the smile on her face.

She said, "You believe everything Jiang Youxi says, but why don't you believe me when I say I never gave him anything? Everyone knows that you were the one who told us not to get close, so how could I give it to him? Besides, was this his first time going to Yuxianglou?"

She paused, and Jiang Wenqing's anger, which had just been suppressed, suddenly surged up again. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard Lin Mowan continue, "But if you are so sure, then bring out what you said. As long as you can bring it out, I will never deny it."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenqing's words got stuck in his throat. He understood that Lin Mowan dared to say this because she was sure that he could not take out the handkerchief.

In fact, Jiang Wenqing did not have it. The handkerchief had been secretly sent back by the people from Yuxianglou a long time ago, and Lin Mowan burned it to ashes as soon as she got it. Of course, he could not take it out.

Seeing that he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, Lin Mowan stopped talking. She just lowered her eyes and smiled softly, teasing the kitten in her arms.

Jiang Wenqing sat aside, and the room returned to its initial eerie silence. For a long while, he looked at her, and the arrogance in his heart gradually dissipated. After several hesitations to speak, he sighed heavily: "You and your mother are not alike at all." Lin Mowan did not speak, but paused her hand movements slightly. After a little thought in her heart, she knew that since he didn't know how to force her, he would start to play the emotional card.

Just as I was thinking this, sure enough, the next moment, he continued: "Back then, your mother was also a famous daughter of Sheng'an, gentle and quiet. Although her mother's family fell into trouble, she was still the most talented woman. Many young masters from famous families wanted to marry her. Wanwan, if you can have half of her kindness, you should know how chilling it is for siblings to kill each other."

As he spoke, his tone seemed to be filled with thoughts about Lin Yirou, but his words made Lin Mowan couldn't help but sneer. He was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised, but Lin Mowan just said: "Yes, my mother is so good, you just remembered it now, you really deserve to die."

"You..." Jiang Wenqing couldn't help it and slammed the table, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence to accuse her.

Lin Mowan smiled, and even said this in a light tone, which sounded a bit like a joke, which made people inexplicably angry. Seeing that he was angry, Lin Mowan glanced at him again and said lightly: "What about me? My mother is obedient, but what did she get?"

Jiang Wenqing didn't say anything. Thinking of Lin Yirou, he still felt a dull pain in his heart. It was love and guilt. But in his eyes, it had been so long ago and no one remembered it anymore. He didn't think he should pay any price.

This time, it was Lin Mowan who sighed. She leaned back in her chair and said in a lazy voice, "That's right, it's not like she got nothing. She got your betrayal, Gongshu Tingyue's cruelty, that terrible night, and me, a burden."

After listening to Lin Mowan's words, Jiang Wenqing was completely speechless. He didn't sit down either. He just turned his eyes away and put his hands behind his back. Even though there was no evidence, he seemed to be convinced in his heart that it was all Lin Mowan's fault.

The trace of sympathy he originally had for Lin Mowan was now gone, along with the guilt in his eyes when he looked at her. Instead, there was disgust, contempt and disdain.

Lin Mowan took in all the emotions in his eyes, but how could that be enough? She added fuel to the fire: "I'm different from her. I'm much more vicious than her. You better be careful."

In Jiang Wenqing's opinion, this was tantamount to a disguised admission that she was closely related to Jiang Youxi's injury. He suddenly overturned the tea bowl on the table to the ground, and the loud noise attracted Yuzhi from outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and a chill filled the air. Yuzhi looked at Jiang Wenqing warily. Jiang Wenqing turned around and glanced at Yuzhi. Yuzhi's appearance seemed to remind Jiang Wenqing of his exposure. He turned to look at Lin Mowan, took a few steps forward, and asked her, "What is your relationship with the Second Master?"

Lin Mowan guessed that before he asked this question, he probably already had an idea in his mind that was not sure but reasonable. She did not expose it, but just smiled brightly and replied lightly: "Friend."

Looking at Jiang Wenqing's expression, he obviously didn't believe it. Of course, even Lin Mowan herself didn't believe it. Not to mention that she was an unknown person, even Jiang Wenqing didn't dare to say that he and Shen Weiyuan were friends.

After a short silence, Jiang Wenqing seemed to laugh out of anger: "You really don't tell the truth."

Lin Mowan smiled without saying anything, combing the kitten's hair as if nothing had happened. Finally, Jiang Wenqing made a final compromise: "What do you want?"

Hearing this, Lin Mowan paused again, and the gentle smile on her face faded a little bit. For the first time today, she looked up at him seriously.

(End of this chapter)