lcionline Chapter 199 Pretending to be innocent
Chapter 199 Pretending to be innocent
"It's come to this point, there's no point in saying more."
Ling Mohui stood up, her sleeves fluttering, with an irrefutable determination.
She looked at Xu Yanqing, her eyes intertwined with friendship and care and helplessness: "Xu Yanqing, in view of our friendship, I must remind you that the human heart is the most difficult thing to figure out, and Ling Zhiyun is far more complicated and profound than what you see on the surface."
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Xu Yanqing's response, she took a step and left Yuexuan Tower without looking back, leaving Xu Yanqing with a stunned look on his face.
The moment she stepped into the Hui Shoufu Mansion, Ling Mohui met Ling Zhiyun, who was leisurely admiring the flowers in a quiet pavilion at the end of the winding corridor.
The spring breeze blows on your face, and the petals dance in the wind, but it seems unable to take away the tension and subtlety in the air.
"Sister, you're here. What a coincidence. Mother just had someone send over some top-quality bird's nests. Why don't we taste some together?"
Ling Zhiyun's voice was as sweet as honey, but it contained a subtle hint of provocation.
Ling Zhiyun's situation was once precarious, and her marriage with Fu Yansheng almost came to an end. However, in the blink of an eye, she dramatically reconciled with him.
Behind all this, Ling's mother has a deep plan - she hopes her daughter can get pregnant as soon as possible to consolidate her position in the Gu family.
Although the people of the Ling family have their own thoughts, they are still blood relatives to Ling Zhiyun and cannot bear to see her fall.
Ling Mohui walked forward slowly, with a complicated look in her eyes. Her voice was steady and full of warning: "Ling Zhiyun, I came here to tell you that Xu Yanqing is an honest person. Don't take advantage of his trust in you and treat him as a tool to achieve your goals."
Ling Zhiyun pretended to be surprised, but a sly look flashed across her eyes: "Sister, did you just come back from the young master of the Xu family? You should still pay attention to the impact. After all, your husband has never been very satisfied with your relationship with other men."
"If he knew that you were meeting with Master Xu in private again, he would be very unhappy."
Ling Zhiyun added, her tone mixed with a hint of pride and threat.
Ling Mohui suddenly stretched out her hand with a firm and powerful movement. With one wave, the delicate bird's nest bowl in front of Ling Zhiyun fell over, and the golden soup splashed onto the stone slabs of the pavilion, which was particularly dazzling.
"No need to pretend to be innocent here! You know best what you have done."
Her voice was unmistakably cold and hard.
The maid Li Xing at the side was embarrassed and spoke timidly, with a bit of grievance in her voice: "Young Madam, that is the bird's nest that Madam ordered to be sent early in the morning. It is very precious..."
Ling Zhiyun interrupted quickly, her voice low and urgent: "Li Xing, you must not let mother know about this, otherwise she will mistakenly think that sister is jealous of my favor and become dissatisfied."
Faced with her sister's cunning, Ling Mohui's eyes became sharper, and complicated thoughts surged in her heart.
In this family, whether it is her parents or her brothers and sisters-in-law, they all treat her with rare sincerity and love.
She smiled contemptuously, and said with a loud voice: "Ling Zhiyun, should I tell my parents that it was you who begged Fu Yansheng to marry you, and that we agreed privately to divorce secretly after the storm died down?"
Ling Zhiyun's hands trembled violently, her eyes full of disbelief: "You...how do you know this?"
Fu Yansheng...the man who once promised not to reveal a single word, has now betrayed their secret.
Ling Zhiyun gripped the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her heart filled with shock and anger - Fu Yansheng, how could you do this to me?
Ling Mohui's eyes were like ice, and her words were as sharp as a knife: "You have done so many unspeakable things, and this is more than one. I advise you to stop now. For the sake of my parents, I can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise... don't blame me for being ruthless and ignoring the relationship between sisters!"
After saying that, she turned around resolutely, the corners of her clothes fluttering in the wind, without taking away a cloud, leaving only a resolute back to Ling Zhiyun.
Ling Zhiyun stared blankly at her sister's receding back. Finally, she could not hold on any longer and leaned weakly on the table, her body trembling slightly due to the panic in her heart.
"Miss, do you really have such an agreement with your uncle?"
Li Xing's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
Ling Zhiyun's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if a sharp blade cut through the air, and her tone of restraint did not allow for rebuttal: "Don't mention this matter again."
Although the words were brief, they carried an unbreakable firmness.
Li Xing felt the young lady's determination and nodded gently. Her voice was gentle and firm, as if it could calm people's hearts: "Young lady, please be at ease. Now that the son-in-law mistakenly believes that the marriage ceremony was completed that night, he should not have the idea of separation in the short term."
She continued to speak softly, with hope in her eyes: "Young lady, if you work harder, you may be able to give birth to a child before the second young lady and consolidate your position."
Ling Zhiyun bit her lips tightly, and the subtle movement revealed her inner struggle and determination. She shook her head gently, with a flash of determination in her eyes: "Fu Yansheng will not give me such an opportunity again. I must... make what happened that night an unchangeable fact."
Upon hearing this, Li Xing's face turned pale in an instant. She knew very well how dangerous and difficult it was, so she dared not say anything more. She just secretly worried about the young lady.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, autumn has arrived and the cold wind is blowing, heralding the approach of the Cold Clothes Festival.
Zhang was thoughtful and ordered her servants to deliver thick winter clothes to each courtyard to ensure that every member of the family could stay warm during the cold winter.
"Tomorrow is the Cold Clothes Festival. The royal family will lead all officials to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to worship their ancestors. Miss needs to get up early and prepare."
Moqi carefully folded the soft cotton coat and reminded everyone that each piece of clothing was carefully packed into the box.
She picked up the soft, warm-colored fox fur cloak and reminded her again, "Miss, you must take this fox fur cloak with you in the carriage tomorrow. The weather is getting colder, so you must not catch a cold."
Ling Mohui responded softly, her voice somewhat gentle: "Okay, leave it here. Don't forget to take it with me before you go out tomorrow morning."
The next morning, the cold wind was like an all-pervasive assassin, raging in every corner.
The weather was even colder than expected. Thick dark clouds covered the sky. Not even a ray of sunlight could penetrate. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in coldness.
Ling Mo tightened her fox fur cloak, feeling an indescribable irritation in her heart, as if something important was about to happen, making her feel uneasy.
At this moment, Fu Yansheng appeared beside the carriage on time. Without any further delay, he directly got on Ling Mo's carriage.