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

Chapter 37 The eldest son is gone

Their eyes met, and Lin Mowan smiled at him without hesitation. It was obviously a very common friendly gesture, but thinking about the dream he had that night, Jiang Wenqing still felt a lingering fear.

He turned his eyes away, as if he snorted lightly, put his hands behind his back, did not speak to Lin Mowan, and walked quickly into Hongbao Courtyard.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, in the first half of the night, the streets and alleys are extremely lively, with lights and decorations everywhere. There is light snow in the sky, falling on the red satin that has been registered in advance on the streets.

Lin Mowan was sitting leisurely on the second floor cooking wine. The charcoal fire in the house was burning brightly and warmly, making people feel a little sleepy for no reason.

She sat at the window, looking down from afar. She saw that tomorrow was New Year's Eve and Yuxianglou was closed. The building was very quiet, which was exactly what Lin Mowan wanted.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the snow outside gradually got heavier, falling like goose feathers. However, Lin Mowan's eyes were always on the outside of the venue. After drinking cup after cup of hot wine, she felt a little drowsy.

Until a swaying figure appeared in the vast expanse of white, Lin Mowan's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. She slowly stood up and leaned forward, as if trying hard to see the swaying figure outside in the snow.

The man walked forward on the snow that almost covered his feet, wrapping himself in a thick blanket so that his appearance could not be seen clearly. After taking a few steps, his figure swayed and stopped, as if he was holding on. He took two more steps forward, but finally fell in the snow.

Lin Mowan sat by the window, just watching with a cold expression. The heavy snow quickly buried the footprints in the snow. Not long after, the falling snowflakes seemed to fill those footprints, covering the person little by little, until a small bump appeared in the place, as if there was no trace that no one had ever been there.

She just watched coldly, then gently lay back on the armchair. She was a little frightened, but she did not regret it. After all, no one could really watch a living life disappear before their eyes.

But so what? When her mother froze to death, wasn't there anyone willing to help her? She had thought countless times, if someone was willing that night, if Jiang Wenqing recognized her, would she be happy too?

What a pity, there is no if...

She leaned back in the chair and fell into a deep sleep until the next morning, when it was already bright. Yuzhi hurried into the room and woke her up. She rubbed her aching temples and sat up.

Yuzhi leaned beside her and whispered, "Miss, let's go back quickly. People in the mansion have reported that the eldest master is gone."

Hearing this, Lin Mowan paused slightly with her hands rubbing her temples, but her expression was not very shocked. She just turned around and looked out the window. The snow had stopped for who knows how long, and the sun, which was not very warm, was high in the sky. The original snow pile had been dug up, leaving only a big hole, which was surrounded by the yamen runners.

Today is New Year's Eve. We left Yuxiang Tower and boarded a carriage back home. Outside the carriage, behind the curtain, we could hear firecrackers and the laughter of adults and children all the way.

Lin Mowan lifted the car window curtain and looked outside. Many families were using ladders to clear the snow off the walls or roofs, while children were gathering in groups of three or four to set off firecrackers or play in the snow. It was a harmonious and festive scene.

It was not until the carriage back to the Jiang Mansion stopped outside the mansion that I heard sobbing sounds coming from the mansion as soon as I got off the carriage. The sobbing sounds were intermittent and could not be heard clearly outside the courtyard, but they seemed out of place on such a festive day.

Lin Mowan was led to the lobby by Xue Zhong. Sitting in the middle of the lobby was Jiang Youxi, who had already become stiff. She looked dazed for a few seconds.

Yes, the person she saw lying in the snow last night was Jiang Youxi.

When he saw her coming back, Gongshu Tingyue, who had been crying heartbrokenly on Jiang Youxi's body and almost fainted, rushed over like crazy, grabbed Lin Mowan by the collar, and screamed and accused: "Lin Mowan! You have such a cruel heart! Not only did you destroy him! You also want to kill him! How can there be such a vicious person like you! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

Lin Mowan did not resist, nor did she even reach out to push Gongshu Tingyue away. She just let her pull her collar and drag her. Even though her steps staggered uncontrollably, she just looked calmly at the woman with bloodshot eyes and a crazy expression.

Everyone has the right to accuse her like this, except Gongshu Tingyue. Gongshu Tingyue knew that her mother was pregnant at the time, but he still used the most filthy and dirty means, which was not much better than her.

So, Gongshu Tingyue, this is the retribution you deserve.

Seeing that the situation was gradually getting out of control, Yuzhi rushed forward, grabbed Gongshu Tingyue's hand, and finally pushed her away with great effort.

"Madam, please calm down." Yuzhi said, protecting Lin Mowan behind her. Gongshu Tingyue staggered a few steps, fell to the ground weakly, and could not get up for a long time.

Jiang Wenqing on the side also had red eyes from crying. Tong Yuhua and Jiang Yanran stood huddled in the corner, acting as background boards as usual, with almost no sense of presence. Jiang Ruixue and the old lady were not there. It was said that the old lady had fainted from crying several times, and this was the fourth time. Jiang Ruixue and the young Jiang Youan were accompanying the old lady to rest in a side hall nearby.

Gongshu Tingyue, who was lying on the ground, was helped up by Nanny Cen, who had tears on her face. He also cried until he lost his voice and fainted several times.

"Where did you go last night?" Jiang Wenqing stared at Lin Mowan. His tone was relatively calm, but his equally red eyes and the bulging blue veins on his forehead betrayed him.

He must be in pain, heartbroken.

Lin Mowan thought so and answered truthfully: "I went to see Aunt Hong."

He clenched his fists and slammed the table several times, as if to vent his anger and smash it as if it were Lin Mowan. Even the teacup on the table jumped up a few times. Jiang Yanran, who was standing by, was so scared that she hid in Tong Yuhua's arms. The mother and daughter didn't dare to breathe.

Jiang Wenqing gritted his teeth and complained, "You evil beast! You will not die well! You have ruined my Jiang family! You are destined to die young!"

Lin Mowan didn't say anything, and didn't even have the intention to refute. She was very calm throughout the whole process. When she heard the curses squeezed out of his teeth, she lowered her head obediently, and two tears fell at the right time. She even said aggrievedly: "Daddy is right to scold, it's all my fault for not keeping a good eye on him."

In this incident, on the surface, Lin Mowan was the one who was blamed. She was excluded and suppressed because they had no blood relationship. Even the accidents in her family were blamed on her. She was the one who suffered the cold stare and ridicule.

Lin Mowan's words just gave Jiang Wenqing no reason to take advantage of the situation. It seemed that he had not expected her to be so obedient. He was obviously dazed, and the anger in his chest could neither go up nor down.

Soon, the government officials in charge of the case arrived at the Jiang family. Leading the group was the prefect of Sheng'an, Guo Yinli. He looked young and well-dressed, and was the first to greet the family as soon as he entered the door.

Although Jiang Wenqing was still sad and angry, he adjusted his mood a little and exempted himself from the formalities. Guo Yinli then signaled the coroner he brought to perform the autopsy.

Guo Yinli went to the side to question a few people who carried Jiang Youxi's body back. After several questions, he frowned thoughtfully, and his sharp eyes swept over the people present, back and forth several times, finally falling on Lin Mowan.

Since Guo Yinli came in, Lin Mowan stood aside with her eyes lowered. The tear marks on her face had not completely dried yet, and her eyes were slightly red.

"Miss." He nodded slightly, with a humble attitude: "Can I ask you a few words?"

Lin Mowan didn't say anything, but slowly raised her eyes to look at him. When their eyes met, his eyes were friendly, yet a little distant, but not offensive. Lin Mowan nodded and didn't refuse.

But before Guo Yinli could ask anything, Gong Shu Tingyue, who had recovered from his shock, gritted his teeth and pointed at Lin Mowan and accused: "It's her! It must be her! She is the murderer who killed my son!"

(End of this chapter)