The man with the goatee had already clearly seen Mo Yunhan's face.

Startled, she slapped the butler across the face and knelt down tremblingly.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, what brings you here?"

Mo Yunhan lashed out with his whip.

The man screamed, covered his bloodied face, and quickly knelt down again.

“I deserve to die. I shouldn’t have impersonated a relative of the county magistrate. But the county magistrate has been kind to me. When I learned of the bad news, I was heartbroken and wanted to move here to hold a memorial service for the county magistrate and observe three years of mourning to comfort her spirit in heaven. I beg Your Highness to grant my request.”

Mo Yunhan gave a cold laugh.

“I remember who you are now. You are the steward of the Yun family. You were sold off for stealing the family’s treasures. It was Yun Miaomiao who spared you out of kindness. You are not Yun Xiaoran.”

At that time, this person knelt down in front of Yun Miaomiao in the street, begging for help, and he happened to see it.

Upon hearing that Mo Yunhan recognized him, Ma Tian immediately began wiping away tears. "Your Highness, Miss Yun treated Miss Er very well. After I left the manor, I left the capital and really didn't have the ability to do anything for Miss Yunhan. Now that Miss Er has had an accident, I heard that her body has been lost and we can't even hold a funeral. If Miss Yunhan's spirit in heaven knew this, she would definitely not be at peace."

"Your Highness, I am willing to observe a vegetarian diet and chant Buddhist prayers for the two young ladies, and to observe a hundred years of mourning, so that our descendants may continue the family line."

This is shameless; they want to stay in this house forever.

Jiang Qingwan said coldly,

"You won't live past a hundred years, and your descendants won't have a hundred-year legacy either. You still want to live in this house? You're not destined for that."

Martin was so angry his face almost turned green.

The bloodstain left by the whip looked even more ferocious.

“Even if you look down on me, you shouldn’t slander my pure heart. Princess Xiaoran holds an extraordinary position in the Prince’s heart, and Miss Miaomiao was his confidante. If she hadn’t died young, she might have become the Ninth Prince’s consort!”

"You're going to marry someone else?"

Jiang Qingwan suddenly turned her head to look at Mo Yunhan.

His eyes were extremely cold.

Mo Yunhan suddenly recalled Mo Yunke's words.

"She has no real feelings for you; her heart is cold."

Coming to my senses again,

Jiang Qingwan's eyes were already red.

He seemed to have suffered countless injustices.

Mo Yunhan subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips hovering over her brow but not falling.

He stared at her intently, his gaze unwavering.

"Don't you know everything about my relationship with Yun Miaomiao? You were the one who personally sent away her vengeful spirit."

He saw a fleeting emptiness in Jiang Qingwan's eyes, but her anger and coldness quickly dissipated, and she returned to her gentle demeanor.

"Oh, right, I remember."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked into Baicishan Villa.

Ma Tian hurriedly reached out to stop him, but Mo Yunhan straightened up and spoke coldly.

"You haven't been back to the capital for a long time. Now that you've heard that Yun Xiaoran is dead, with no relatives left and the house empty and deserted, have you inquired about the cause of her death?"

Ma Tian was taken aback, thinking that Mo Yunhan was testing him.

He immediately said indignantly, "How could I not know about this? It was that old traitor Su who plotted a rebellion and killed Princess Xiaoran."

Mo Yunhan gently tapped his palm with his black riding crop.

"Yun Xiaoran was killed by my own wife. Before she died, I even crushed her hand bones. Guess... what she meant to me?"

Martin was stunned.

The next moment, a serpentine whip appeared around his neck with a snap.

He collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

All the guards were stunned into silence.

The butler's legs were trembling so badly he almost lost control of his bladder.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Murder! Murder!"

Mo Yunhan retracted his riding whip, his expression cold and disdainful as he looked at him.

"I will kill them. If you have any grievances, you may take them away and report to the authorities!"

"Also, clean up the entrance area for me. If I see another nobody here, that will be your fate."

After saying that, he turned and went into the courtyard.

The main hall's doors were wide open, but due to their orientation, no light could penetrate.

Jiang Qingwan stood there, like a ghost in the dark, looking very unreal.

Mo Yunhan's heart tightened inexplicably.

The rustling sounds of packing quickly faded away, and the heavy door was carefully closed, making an extremely jarring creak.

The yard was covered with piles of dead leaves, like graves.

A few leaves swirled in the breeze, as if someone were walking.

The huge mansion was devoid of any sign of human life.

Dead silence, emptiness.

Jiang Qingwan slowly turned her head at that moment.

She stood in the dimly lit hall and smiled at him.

"Mo Yunhan, this place is wonderful, I love it. Can we come and stay here permanently in the future?"

Mo Yunhan's hand unconsciously tightened around the riding whip.

He remembered,

Jiang Qingwan once said that Yun Xiaoran built this house to bind the spirit.

The room layout and feng shui arrangement are all extremely yin.

It is completely unsuitable for living people to live in.

But the woman in front of him said that this place was excellent and that she would come to stay here often.

What exactly went wrong?

Jiang Qingwan had already turned around, opened her arms, and was taking a deep breath.

It felt like being in a fairyland, an exceptionally enjoyable experience.

Clearly, my earlier statement of liking someone was not a perfunctory or deceptive remark.

It's not that I like it, it's that I really do.

Mo Yunhan slowly stepped forward.

"Then I'll find someone to transform this place into a villa, tear down all these houses and rearrange them, this layout..."

I'm hungry.

Jiang Qingwan suddenly interrupted him, her smile as radiant as a flower.

"I want to eat some wine and meat, but my legs are really sore from riding a horse. Could you go and buy some for me?"

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