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

Chapter 35 How come it’s my fault again?
Lin Mowan reacted quickly, glanced at the girl beside her, quickly adjusted her mentality, and sighed heavily, as if it was just an illusion. She turned her head and looked at the girl kneeling on the ground, and said, "Is the young master feeling better now?"

The girl shook her head and replied, "They said that the young master must give up. The master and the old lady sent a servant here to ask the young lady to go."

Invite her again?

Lin Mowan was a little hesitant. She knew without guessing that it was probably another questioning, but she did not refuse. After tidying up and changing her clothes, she followed the maid to Jiang Youxi's yard.

It is already late at this time. In winter, it gets dark early. Now my son has to carry a lantern when he goes out.

The road was wet. Walking under the dim lights, the snow that had been shoveled to the sides of the road before it had time to melt during the day seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light.

Lin Mowan brought Yuzhi into the yard. This time it was surprisingly quiet. There was no sound of Jiang Youxi smashing things angrily as in the past. There was only the biting cold wind blowing continuously.

Fang Qing, the eldest maid in the courtyard, led the two of them into the house. Unexpectedly, Jiang Wenqing was the only one in the house. Behind the mosquito net, Jiang Youxi was lying on the bed, and it seemed that he had been fed medicine and was sleeping. Lin Mowan was stunned and stood at the entrance, considering whether to go in.

Jiang Wenqing looked gloomy, glanced at her, and said, "No need to look, there are only you and me here, the old lady went to rest, let me talk to you."

His tone was cold, with a hint of negotiation, as if he was facing an old enemy and wanted to cut Lin Mowan into pieces.

Since she had been tricked, Lin Mowan knew she had no way to retreat, so after a brief hesitation, Yuzhi took off her cloak and hung it aside. She signaled him to leave with her eyes, and then went into the house alone.

The door was closed by the maids who left together. Lin Mowan did not rush to sit down, but paced around the room on her own. Although the windows were open everywhere, it was still difficult to completely dissipate the foul smell of tobacco that had accumulated for a long time.

Jiang Wenqing got straight to the point: "What do you want in order for you to let me go, and let your brother go?"

Lin Mowan's leisurely pace paused. She had already walked to the bedside and took the opportunity to look around the room, then slowly withdrew her gaze.

She was very familiar with the layout of this place, so familiar with it that every time she remembered that it was where Jiang Youxi lived, she wanted to burn it down, preferably to burn him to death together with him.

Before Jiang Wenqing ordered her not to get too close to Jiang Youxi, she came often, almost every few days, either to accompany him for dinner or to chat with him to relieve his boredom, especially during the time when he was seriously injured and couldn't get out of bed, and needed someone to help him eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

The furnishings here have changed a lot now. Even the green glass cup that Lin Mowan said she liked before was casually placed in the corner and covered with a thin layer of dust.

In the past, if it were something Lin Mowan said she liked, he would have someone wipe it every morning and evening and put it in the most conspicuous place, saying that this way she would be able to see it when she came to his place and would be happier.

It seems that Chunxiang really used all her skills during this short period of time, and the effect should be quite good.

She stood in front of the bed and did not answer Jiang Wenqing's words immediately. Instead, she raised her hand, gently lifted a corner of the mosquito net, and looked at the person on the bed. Compared with before, Jiang Youxi had lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were severely sunken, and he had two heavy dark circles under his eyes. He no longer looked like the elegant gentleman he once was.

After making sure that he was indeed unconscious and could not hear any sound from the outside world, Lin Mowan put down the mosquito net, turned to look at Jiang Youxi, and replied coldly: "Dad, you are such a joke, how come it's my fault again?"

Jiang Wenqing clenched his teeth, his eyes wide open, and he almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Chunxiang was originally from Yuxianglou. She left Yuxianglou and entered the Jiang Mansion as a maid. Every time Youxi got into trouble, it was related to Yuxianglou. I know that you are close to Liu Yinghong. It's just you and me here. You don't need to act in front of me. No matter how good your acting skills are, I will never believe you!"

Lin Mowan didn't mind and sneered, "Are all officials so weird? You had to call me here, but you didn't believe what I said, and yet you had to ask." She sat down beside him, half leaning on the table, her eyes full of teasing. Jiang Wenqing became even more furious, and he flipped the teacup on the table. There was a loud noise, and he suddenly stood up and pointed at Lin Mowan and cursed, "You vicious woman! You have such a vicious heart that you don't even let your closest relatives and siblings go!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mowan stared at him, and her calm eyes suddenly showed a hint of smile. She laughed softly twice at first, and then it became more and more uncontrollable, until tears came out of the corners of her eyes, and she barely stopped while holding on to the table with her hands.

Jiang Wenqing was stunned. Lin Mowan stumbled to her feet, the crazy smile on her face not yet completely fading. She turned her back and looked at the unconscious Jiang Wenqing through the mosquito net.

Just when Jiang Wenqing was puzzled, she asked him calmly as if she was chatting with him, "When you abandoned your wife and daughter, did you ask yourself this question?"

Jiang Wenqing's face turned pale and his brows furrowed. "You are just a concubine's daughter who is not presentable. Now I have taken you back. I have also given you the identity of Miss Jiang that you wanted. What else do you want? Don't go too far!"

Lin Mowan ignored him, as if she hadn't heard what he said at all, and she didn't intend to give up. She continued to talk to herself: "How can you say they are father and son? Jiang Youxi really inherited everything from you perfectly, including being fickle, shameless, and lustful."

"It's all thanks to my mother who gave me such a beautiful skin. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be sure that he would be so devoted to me."

As she said this, she turned around with a smile, and slowly walked up to Jiang Wenqing under his shocked and angry eyes.

He was very tall, only half a head shorter than Shen Weiyuan. Lin Mowan had to tilt her head slightly and nod when she looked at him. Her eyes were sparkling, like an innocent little beast in the forest, but mixed with a hint of madness and cruelty.

At this time, Jiang Wenqing was so angry that his chest kept heaving. He clenched his fists and used so much force that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't control his trembling. His extreme anger made his eyes bloodshot, but how could this be enough? He hadn't even started yet.

Lin Mowan looked at him, her playful eyes suddenly changed, and suddenly became serious. She covered her mouth in panic, and then pretended to regret, saying: "Look at me, I just say the truth that my father doesn't like to hear. How can my father be happy?"

She shook her head regretfully and said, "I really don't know how to please you."

She looked away. Jiang Wenqing's eyes were red with anger and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. However, Lin Mowan laughed at herself and added fuel to the fire: "My mother's spirit in heaven will definitely blame me..."

"Snapped!"

Before Lin Mowan finished her words, Jiang Youxi couldn't help it and slapped her in the face with such force that Lin Mowan staggered a few steps and had to hold onto the corner of the table to steady her feet.

His cheeks immediately felt hot and painful, and half of his face was numb. Jiang Wenqing felt a pain in his heart, not because he felt sorry for Lin Mowan, but because he was simply angry.

She mentioned Lin Yirou so frequently, as if she was constantly reminding him of the mistakes he had made and the people he owed. His heart was filled with strong guilt and fear. He had almost forgotten about it, but Lin Mowan reminded him again and again, and he was so eager to make Lin Mowan shut up that he couldn't control himself and took action.

Looking at Lin Mowan, who didn't show any anger, grievance or shock on her face as normal people would, even after being slapped, as if everything that happened was so normal in her eyes, Jiang Wenqing just felt that the person in front of him was so scary.

Lin Mowan turned back and walked back to Jiang Wenqing firmly. She challenged him, "What? One slap made you feel better? Do you want another slap? If you don't kill me today, I'll kill Jiang Youxi some other day!"

(End of this chapter)