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

Chapter 39: People who died in vain have the heaviest resentment

Lin Mowan sat at the table, looking at the empty doorway, her heart calm. She just calmly picked up the tea at the perfect temperature and drank it.

When they came out of the side hall, Guo Yinli had already left with his men after asking about the situation. Before the case was solved, Jiang Youxi's body had to be taken to the charity cemetery for temporary storage to facilitate a subsequent autopsy, and he could not be buried for the time being.

Xue Zhong said that the coroner's initial conclusion was: in addition to the black bumps that caused the whole person to be completely changed, there was also a blunt impact wound on the back of the head, and traces of fighting on the hands and body. It should be caused by a dispute with someone before death, but it was not a fatal injury. The real cause of death was the extreme cold and suffocation after being buried in the heavy snow.

So, to put it simply, he was frozen to death, and the wounds on his body and the back of his head only accelerated his death. When he was found, his whole body was stiff, like an ice cube.

According to the coroner, if someone had found him earlier and taken him to a warmer place, the wound on his head would not have been fatal. He would definitely not have been in danger of death. It's a pity that he was just unlucky.

Lin Mowan listened without much emotion on her face. After being in the Jiang family for so long, what she was most satisfied with was the way Jiang Youxi died. She could imagine how sad Gongshu Tingyue would be when he heard this result.

In the warm room, Lin Mowan lazily lay on the armchair, put down the teacup in her hand, and whispered to Yuzhi: "I want to rest for a while. If someone comes to invite me later, just say that I am too sad to see anyone."

"Yes." Yuzhi walked out without asking any more questions.

Today is New Year's Eve, a day of family reunion and celebration, but the Jiang Mansion seems to be shrouded in a haze that will never go away.

When Lin Mowan woke up, everything around her was very quiet. She could only vaguely hear the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the house. The sky gradually darkened, as if a layer of mysterious black veil was cast over the mansion.

She stood up, rubbed her eyes, walked to the mirror and put on a slightly haggard makeup, paying special attention to the corners of her eyes. She looked as if she had been crying for a long time. After changing her clothes, she got up and went out to visit the old lady in her yard.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, it was dead silent without any sound. When Qiu He saw Lin Mowan coming, his expression was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal and hurried to greet her.

"Miss Lin." She bowed.

Lin Mowan nodded and looked towards the house with a worried look, but in fact, from this angle, Lin Mowan could not see anything.

She asked, "How is the old lady?"

Qiu He was embarrassed: "She just woke up. The master and the mistress, as well as the second young master and the eldest young lady are all in there with her. The old lady is old and really can't stand such a blow."

Lin Mowan pretended to be sad and choked a few times, then asked, "Can I go in and take a look?"

Hearing this, Qiu He did not refuse and led Lin Mowan into the house. As soon as they entered the room, the old lady was leaning on the bed, her face pale and bloodless. When she saw Lin Mowan coming, the tears that had just stopped fell again.

Naturally, other people still didn't like Lin Mowan very much, especially Gongshu Tingyue and Jiang Wenqing, who looked at her as if they wanted to cut her into pieces.

Lin Mowan turned a blind eye to him. She just walked forward, knelt on the ground and started crying. Tears fell one by one like money. At least on the surface, she looked really sad. The old lady was dumbfounded and asked repeatedly: "Child, what are you doing? Get up quickly." Lin Mowan knelt on the ground without moving, just sobbing, and said in a trembling voice: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't gone out that day, if I had kept an eye on him, I think he wouldn't have ended up like this. Now he's like this, how can I live?"

As she spoke, she cried even harder, just like a widow whose husband had died. Seeing this, the old lady was quite satisfied and felt that she had not made a mistake.

The old lady choked up a little, and even called her over to hold her hand, and comforted her softly: "Good child, this is not your fault. Although Youxi is gone, he should rest in peace if he knows that you care so much about him."

As she spoke, the old lady couldn't stop crying again. When she cried, Lin Mowan cried with her. The two of them hugged each other while crying, and it really looked like this.

Gongshu Tingyue sat aside, gritting his teeth with anger, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, and the bloodshot eyes had not completely subsided. He stared at Lin Mowan, looking a little ferocious, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing. Jiang Wenqing did the same.

They had long suspected or even known that Lin Mowan was the mastermind, but they had no evidence. And now that she had done this, the old lady must have believed her completely.

Lin Mowan hugged the old lady and cried for a long time. When the old lady was too tired to cry, the two of them calmed down a little.

The old lady caressed her cheek lovingly, her lips trembling, and her eyes were full of pity when she looked at Lin Mowan, but the words she said were: "Sister Wan, Youxi loved you so much when he was alive. Now that he is gone, you must not forget him."

As she spoke, she paused, choked up twice, and then continued, "I heard that people who died young and unjustly have the heaviest resentment, and they can't rest assured to reincarnate before they get married. Good child...good child, grandma knows that you are the most sensible, and Youxi likes you. Just think of it as a good deed. Holding a wedding with him is just a ceremony. I will never say a word against you if you marry someone else in the future."

The person is dead, but this old woman still wants her to marry her bastard grandson. If this ghost marriage is really arranged, then it would be weird if there is still someone willing to marry her in the future. The Jiang family's shamelessness is really inherited from their ancestors.

Lin Mowan was dissatisfied but showed understanding on the surface. At this time, Jiang Wenqing said, "No need."

The crying of the two stopped abruptly. The old lady looked at Jiang Wenqing in shock and anger. He didn't agree when he was alive, and now he is dead, he still does this. The old lady pointed at Jiang Wenqing with a trembling hand: "You...he is your own son!!"

Even Gongshu Tingyue, who had been silent the whole time, chimed in at the right time: "Why not? It just so happens that your son likes her so much, so what's wrong with just letting her go through the motions?"

Anyway, she ruined Jiang Youxi and killed him, so Gongshu Tingyue naturally hoped that Lin Mowan would be disgraced and become a rat crossing the street, being stabbed in the back for the rest of her life.

Unexpectedly, these words were like a flame that ignited a fuse. Jiang Wenqing could no longer control the anger rising from the bottom of his heart. He slammed the table, picked up the boiling hot teapot beside him and slammed it to the ground, angrily scolding: "Yes, he is my son! I told him not to drink prostitutes and not to touch black lumps! Did he listen to me?! I, the father, the husband, the head of the family, am just a decoration! Who of you really listened to me!!! How many things can I decide on my own! ! "

"How many good girls did he harm when he was alive? How many people are waiting to see our family suffer retribution! Now that he's dead, you're immediately arranging a ghost marriage for him. Once this ghost marriage is done, for the next five years, no, ten, twenty, thirty years, even after I die! I, Jiang Wenqing, am a joke, a joke for the entire Sheng'an and the entire Rong State!!"

He roared, completely losing his previous rationality, his eyes were full of red bloodshot due to rage, and he looked hideous and terrifying, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment that had accumulated over the years. In his opinion, over the years, the mistress was not like a mistress, the head of the family was not like a head of the family, and the young master was not like a young master.

Especially after so many things happened, when he thought of Lin Mowan, who frightened him, and the chaos at home, he was really tired and had no words to grievance. He wished that the whole family could die together, which would save him a lot of trouble.

(End of this chapter)