ebookland Chapter 145 What is the purpose?
Chapter 145 What is the purpose?
When Mrs. Ding heard this, a gentle light flashed in her eyes and she nodded in agreement.
The next morning, Fu Yansheng appeared outside the general's mansion on time. Beside him was Ling Zhiyun's slightly delicate figure.
"Sister, good news! The emperor has ordered that Lu Fei, who had done harm to you, must be executed in the downtown area today to serve as a warning to others. You don't have to worry about this anymore!" Ling Zhiyun could not hide her excitement.
Then, she put on a well-behaved look, stepped forward lightly, and said softly: "Sister, my husband is worried about your safety and hopes to accompany us home. What do you think, sister?"
Faced with her sister's reasonable proposal, Ling Mohui was reluctant in her heart, but she did not want to lose her composure in front of her parents, and did not want to appear overly stubborn, so she chose to compromise on the surface to appease her elderly parents.
"Thank you for your hard work, sister. Please go with your husband."
There was an imperceptible stiffness in Ling Mohui's words. Her smile seemed a little forced, and she carefully hid her inner unhappiness.
Ling Zhiyun seemed to have noticed this subtle change, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She gently teased, "Sister, the speed at which you change your expression is really comparable to that of the famous actors in the troupe."
Ling Mohui just smiled indifferently and answered perfunctorily, but in her heart she desperately hoped that the carriage could set off quickly so that she could escape from this depressing atmosphere.
If it wasn't for the fact that this was the only carriage in the house and she didn't want to argue with Ling Zhiyun in front of her parents, she would never be willing to ride in the same carriage with the couple.
As the carriage passed through the bustling and noisy market, the crowd was gathering around to watch the execution that was about to be carried out. Ling Mo followed the gazes of the crowd and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lu Fei who was closing his eyes waiting to die. A complicated emotion arose in her heart.
Although Lu Fei's existence had put her in trouble, his end at this moment also meant that the crisis was temporarily resolved. She seemed to have broken free from heavy shackles, and a huge stone in her heart fell quietly to the ground.
The carriage finally stopped in front of the Grand Secretary's residence. Ling Mohui almost couldn't wait to jump out of the car and ran straight to Zheng Jiaxuan's residence.
In order to save her, Zheng Jiaxuan only suffered minor skin injuries, but in Ling Mohui's eyes, this sacrifice was particularly heavy.
She carried the prepared medicine box and personally treated Zheng Jiaxuan's wound.
Despite his injuries, Zheng Jiaxuan still insisted on studying hard, making the final sprint for the upcoming imperial examination. His perseverance is heartbreaking.
After wrapping the last layer of bandages, Ling Mohui asked softly, "How did you know where I was imprisoned?"
She knew very well that there must be a reason why Zheng Jiaxuan failed to come to the rescue immediately.
Zheng Jiaxuan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and slowly said: "It's strange to say, it seems that someone deliberately left clues on the road to guide me to find your location."
He continued, "At first I thought it was a signal set by you, sister, but after careful observation, I found that the marking method seemed to be from a gangster, and it was obviously not done by you."
Ling Mohui nodded slightly. The mystery in her heart was not only not solved, but became even heavier. Who was the mysterious person who helped her in secret?
In her mind, the sharp arrow that almost took her life on the carriage that day reappeared in her mind. If it weren't for that sudden arrow that interrupted Lu Fei's plan, how could she have escaped so easily?
What is the purpose of the benefactor who helps in secret?
After returning to the general's mansion, Ling Mohui held the seal of unknown origin, her heart full of doubts. How did it fall into Lu Fei's hands?
Just as she was staring at the seal in her hand in deep thought, the maid Mo Hua reminded her softly, "Miss, Aunt Yun is here."
Ling Mohui quickly put away the sealed letter and returned to her usual composure.
Ling Zhiyun walked into the room slowly, her eyes inadvertently passing by the place where Ling Mohui had placed the seal, and then she said, "Sister has been frightened these days, I specially prepared some calming incense, hoping to calm your mind."
Ling Mo looked back at the incense handed over by the maid Li Xing, her tone calm but with a hint of gratitude: "Thank you for your trouble, sister, put it here."
Her mind, however, had already drifted to the mysterious token that she had carefully hidden.
There was a subtle but deep resentment in Ling Zhiyun's eyes, like autumn water gently sliding across Fu Yansheng's figure.
There was a barely perceptible pleading in her words, as if every note was trying to touch the softest part of Fu Yansheng's heart.
"My dear husband, you said you carefully selected this fragrance for my sister. Why don't you give it to me personally to show your appreciation?"
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it echoed softly in the quiet room.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's eyes slowly shifted from Ling Mohui to Ling Zhiyun. His face was calm and deep, as if he could see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts.
"This incense is specially made to calm your mind and soul. I heard that you were a little frightened last night. I am afraid that you will have many dreams at night, so I specially brought it to you. I hope it can accompany you into your dreams and protect your peace."
Ling Mo's response was like a cold wind in winter, penetrating the warm atmosphere, cold, hard and direct.
"There is no need for that. If you two can stay away from me, I will naturally be able to rest in peace."
Before Fu Yansheng could explain further, Ling Zhiyun's eyes were already filled with tears, like petals covered with dew in the morning, swaying and finally sliding down silently. It was an indescribable grievance and helplessness.
"Sister, I know you are dissatisfied with me in your heart. I promise... I will not disturb your life from now on. I hope you can enjoy every moment of peace."
Ling Zhiyun's voice was weak but contained an indescribable determination. After she finished speaking, she turned around, leaving a lonely back in the room.
Seeing this, Fu Yansheng couldn't help but take a few steps forward. His tone was mixed with blame and confusion: "Ling Mohui, she is so humble. As the daughter of the general's mansion, she is so humble. Can't you be a little more tolerant?"
Ling Mohui's eyes were half-closed, flashing with a sharp light, as if she could see through all disguises. Her voice was cold and sharp: "Forgive? And then give her more opportunities to plot against me?"
This question was like a sharp arrow, piercing Fu Yansheng's heart.
Facing Ling Mohui's questioning, Fu Yansheng's eyes flashed with a trace of panic, but he quickly regained his firmness: "You misunderstood her. She is not the kind of person who does bad things behind your back."
His words were sincere, trying to persuade Ling Mo to come back.
However, Ling Mohui was not easily convinced. Her voice was like ice breaking: "Fu Yansheng, do you really have to force me to tell you? Did you confess the truth about Zeng Mao to Ling Zhiyun?"
Fu Yansheng chose to remain silent. The air seemed to freeze. His silence seemed to be a tacit acknowledgement of all the doubts.
Ling Mohui raised a cold smile, full of sarcasm: "Speechless? Fu Yansheng, do you think I'm really that easy to be deceived?"