Steal my marriage? Turn around and marry the tyrant to take the throne

Chapter 1325 Master Xingchen Seeks to Seek a Meeting Outside

Even if he dies, he will drag this woman who betrayed him to hell with her!

Lin Wan listened quietly, and was indeed stunned for a moment at first.

But soon, she smelled the familiar and disgusting hypocrisy from Liu Shixiu's overly sincere regret.

Lin Wan slowly turned around and looked at the disheveled man on the wall again.

This time, there was no more anger and sarcasm in her eyes, only complete disappointment and a hint of...pity.

"Liu Shixiu."

Lin Wan's voice was terrifyingly calm. "At this point, you're still playing these ridiculous tricks on me? Do you think I'll believe a word you say?"

She shook her head slightly, as if looking at a hopeless fool. "I'm afraid that in that place you mentioned, what awaits me is not gold and silver, but swords, right?"

"Do you really want me to be buried with you?"

The "regret" on Liu Shixiu's face froze instantly, and the viciousness in his eyes almost couldn't be concealed and overflowed!

Lin Wan didn't give him any more chances to act. She gave him one last look, her gaze as if she were looking at a pile of disgusting filth: "The relationship between you and me as husband and wife was completely over when you had an affair with Shen Nanqiao."

"Your things, whether real or fake, are dirty to me."

"The road to the underworld is long, so you better take care of yourself!"

After saying this, she turned around resolutely. This time, without even stopping, she walked straight out of the cell.

The heavy iron door slammed shut behind Lin Wan, completely isolating Liu Shixiu's unwillingness and resentment, which eventually turned into a desperate roar.

He was like a dying beast completely abandoned in darkness, and could only watch the only light disappear. He would rot and stink in the endless filth, with no one paying attention to him.

A huge sense of unwillingness and powerlessness filled Liu Shixiu's heart, but he had no other choice.

Walking out of the gloomy gate of the Heavenly Prison and seeing the light of day again, Lin Wan took a deep breath of the crisp air, as if to cleanse her lungs of all the filth and blood that had stained her.

Before she had walked far, she saw Zhan Weiran standing by the palace road, obviously waiting for her.

Lin Wan walked forward with a calm expression and recounted the conversation she had just had with Liu Shixiu in prison, including his initial crazy accusations, his ridiculous self-defense in the middle, and his final deathbed gift that seemed like repentance but was actually full of evil intentions. She did so clearly and calmly.

Finally, Lin Wan added her own assessment in a calm tone: "...In my opinion, the location of the hidden item Liu Shixiu mentioned at the end was definitely not a well-intentioned one. It's probably a carefully laid trap, intended to drag me down with him."

Zhan Weiran listened attentively, and a trace of extreme disdain for Liu Shixiu's behavior flashed across his eyes that were used to seeing conspiracies and tricks.

Even though he was about to die, he still used such despicable means to plot against his former wife. His despicable nature is really disgusting!

He said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, big sister, leave this matter to me."

"Regardless of whether the hidden object there is real or fake, I will send people to investigate carefully. If it is indeed a trap, we will destroy it immediately and leave no further trouble."

Lin Wan nodded slightly, not surprised by this, nor showing much concern: "Thank you for your concern, brother-in-law."

"Whatever the matter should be, my brother-in-law will handle it according to the law."

Her reaction was calm, almost indifferent.

Whether Liu Shixiu lived or died, what would happen to him, and what exactly was the so-called trap? To Yu Linwan, none of that mattered anymore.

Everything that needed to be said has been said, and the grudges that needed to be settled have been completely settled.

She bowed slightly to Zhan Weiran as a token of thanks, then took Yun Tao's hand and walked out of the palace calmly.

The sunlight shone on Lin Wan's elegant clothes, casting a warm halo on them.

Her back was straight and light, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, and there was no trace of nostalgia for the past.

Lin Wan's gaze turned to the wider world outside the palace gate.

There is a business that she has built with her own abilities, and a life that is truly controlled by herself.

Be it Liu Shixiu or the Duke Dingguo's Mansion, they are both rotten mud that will soon be completely swept into the dust of history.

Lin Wan's life has already turned a new page. Why should she stop and look back at those bad people and bad things?

Lin Wan walked steadily towards her new life, leaving the dark prison behind, a symbol of despair, far behind.

……

A few days later, in the Yangxin Palace.

Zhan Weiran came in again to report, his voice steady, "...Your Majesty, after the traitor Liu Shixiu confessed, I have been able to follow the clues and track down the remaining Liu family members, their financial diversion channels, and even the several traps he set in his last attempt to harm Miss Lin. We have them all under our control and are currently clearing them out one by one."

"We will be able to eradicate them all in a matter of days, and not a single one will escape!"

Nangong Xuanyu sat upright behind the imperial desk, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes when he heard the words.

The remaining pieces on the chessboard are about to be completely cleared out, and Liu Shixiu's line has lost all its value.

In his heart, Liu Shixiu was no different from a dead person.

The emperor was about to speak and issue the final death sentence—

"His Majesty."

Li Changde stepped forward at this moment and announced, "Master Xingchen of Fatu Temple is outside seeking an audience."

Nangong Xuanyu paused for a moment as the words were about to come out of his mouth.

Master Xingchen.

This name slightly subsided the murderous intent in his eyes, and stained it with a hint of respect.

Although the master of Fatu Temple was young, only in his twenties, he possessed a profound understanding of Buddhism. He was a living Buddha in the hearts of ordinary people, and he enjoyed a high reputation among the government and the public.

Even if you are an emperor, you should show him some courtesy.

Master Xingchen's sudden request for a meeting was definitely not aimless.

Nangong Xuanyu temporarily put Liu Shixiu's matter aside and softened his tone: "Please come in."

"Yes."

After a while, the palace door opened slightly and a figure walked in slowly.

The man was only wearing the simplest white monk's robe, but it made his posture look even more upright and his demeanor even more elegant.

He walked calmly, as if he was stepping not on the golden bricks of the palace, but on the clear dew of the mountains.

Walking up to the emperor, Master Xingchen clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and spoke in a clear and gentle voice, like a mountain stream tapping on jade: "I, the humble monk Xingchen, pay my respects to Your Majesty!"

Sunlight streamed through the temple door, falling upon Master Xingchen's lowered face. His features were picturesque, his complexion almost translucent. His eyes were clear and bright, untainted by the taint of worldly air, his beauty almost unreal.

It is indeed a posture of someone who is devoted to Buddhism and is detached from the world.

Nangong Xuanyu raised his hand to support him: "Master Xingchen, there is no need to be so polite."

"What's the important matter that brings you to the palace to see me today?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the young monk who had suddenly visited.

The originally solemn atmosphere in the hall became a little subtle due to the arrival of Master Xingchen.