Chapter 389 Inkstone...
Qiao Wanyan said slowly, "Li Yingjiang, an outsider, saw that I was the prince's sweetheart. I am really surprised that the prince hates me in his heart. How could I be the prince's sweetheart?"
Qiao Wanyan's tone was light, as light as a feather brushing across He Yanli's heart, creating ripples and making the originally calm lake no longer calm.
He Yanli calmed down and looked at her, "There are always people who are not well-informed. If you were not the daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, I would have made you pay the price long ago."
Qiao Wanyan did not respond to his question, but changed the subject and sighed, "I hope Your Majesty can just ask me directly if I have anything to say. My legs are weak and I can hardly stand because of the Your Majesty's fright."
In the distance, Mo Xiao disappeared into the yard in a flash. But a moment later, he ran over with a stool and wiped the stool with his sleeve.
"Please take a seat, Second Miss." After saying this, without waiting for Qiao Wanyan to speak, he retreated to a distance.
Qiao Wanyan raised her eyebrows slightly. Mo Xiao used to be a fool, why is he so perceptive now?
He Yanli looked at her and saw that she was still reluctant to sit down. "You seem to know some rules. Please sit down."
Qiao Wanyan didn't sit down, but stared at the soft recliner under him.
He Yanli: "........."
After a long stalemate, He Yanli closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He stood up and gave up his seat, saying that he was tired and wanted to stretch his muscles.
Without asking her to sit down, Qiao Wanyan lay down obediently and rocked the rocking chair back and forth comfortably.
The moonlight was bright, and when He Yanli turned around, he saw the beautiful woman sitting in the rocking chair with a sweet smile on her face.
He didn't say much. "Tianshu Camp brought Li Yingjiang and his wife back, but at that time Tianshu Camp didn't know what had happened before. Li Yingjiang and his wife will be transferred to the Ministry of Justice tomorrow. If you write the process today, you don't have to go to the Ministry of Justice tomorrow."
"Ministry of Justice? I heard that Li Yingjiang and his wife were taken to the government office by the Tianshu Camp first. Why were they suddenly transferred to the Ministry of Justice?"
He Yanli turned his back to her and looked at the osmanthus tree in the courtyard. "According to the laws of Dayu, cases that do not cause death will be handled in the government office. But Minister Qiao strongly requested the three judicial departments to handle this matter in the court, and my father agreed to transfer the case to the Ministry of Justice for judgment."
Qiao Wanyan understood, it was daddy.
"In fact, I was planning to go to the National Temple that day, but I met Li Yingjiang who had set up an ambush on the way. He brought his assassins and wanted to chop off my head and hang it on the gate of Prince Jing's mansion."
She added, "Actually, I don't quite understand. He hates you and suspects you of killing Li Hansong. Why doesn't he go looking for trouble with you but comes to kill me? Maybe I'm a normal person and can't understand what's going on in their minds."
He Yanli: "Li Yingjiang and his wife will be executed at the very least. You will write your confession and wait for the result."
The Minister of Justice is seriously ill and unable to go out, so he is now in charge of the Ministry of Justice.
Even if he did not take this matter seriously, judging from Minister Qiao's reaction in the court, he would not let it go until Li Yingjiang was sent to hell.
He Yanli added casually, "People who go to the national temple burn incense and pray for blessings, why not wait until the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month?"
Qiao Wanyan didn't say anything and didn't make a sound for a long time.
He Yanli seemed to be puzzled and turned to look at her. When their eyes met, he saw Qiao Wanyan's obscure expression.
He couldn't explain the look, but he could sense a hint of sadness.
After a while, Qiao Wanyan still didn't look away, and spoke softly, "Avoid the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, when there will be fewer people in the National Temple. I just want to go and see where you lived when you practiced in the National Temple for three years."
A gentle breeze blew, and the copper bells on the eaves of the corridor rang softly, shattering the moonlight in the yard.
The lingering sound echoed, constantly striking He Yanli's heart.
He Yanli suddenly turned his back and stopped looking at her, his heart was overflowing with emotion. Even though he knew it was fake, he still couldn't calm down.
Qiao Wanyan looked at his back with interest, and stopped at the point without mentioning the past too deliberately.
Although that is not the case, who can open up their own hearts and see what they really want to do by going to the National Temple?
Qiao Wanyan stood up and walked to the table that had been prepared not far away. Mo Xiao immediately trotted over to grind the ink.
She held the brush in one hand, the tip of the brush falling into the shimmering ink on the inkstone. With the other hand, she gently gathered her sleeve, revealing a small section of her flawless arm.
Qiao Wanyan's handwriting is very beautiful. Since her childhood, when other children were playing, she was learning music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, prose, tea making and flower arranging.
It wasn't Minister Qiao and Mrs. Jin who forced her to learn it, but she was interested in it herself.
But Minister Qiao firmly refused to allow her to learn knitting and needlework.
Although it is just a confession at the moment, it has become the most natural ink painting.
It is not a confession, but more like a majestic poem.
After finishing writing, Qiao Wanyan looked up at He Yanli in the distance and said, "Now that I have finished writing the confession, Your Majesty, please take a look to see if it is feasible. If it is feasible, I will go back first."
Mo Xiao presented the confession in front of He Yanli. He Yanli nodded slightly before putting the confession away.
Mo Xiao ran into the house quickly, put down the confession, and then ran out again, "Second Miss, it's dark now. My prince must be worried. Let me take you back."
He Yanli's eyes moved slightly. He felt a little strange looking at Mo Xiao's figure, but also felt that he was doing his job better and better.
Qiao Wanyan bowed slightly and turned to leave.
He Yanli just watched her back quietly until she walked to the door and stopped and looked back without any preparation. He Yanli turned his eyes away in panic and looked at the osmanthus tree in the yard.
Qiao Wanyan raised the corner of her mouth slightly and turned away.
At the gate of Shangshu Mansion, Mo Xiao got off the horse in advance, went to the side of the carriage, knelt on one knee and stretched out his hand to serve as a horse stool.
The groom next to him was holding the riding stool and was stunned. After being glared at by Mo Xiao, he silently put down the riding stool.
When Qiao Wanyan saw this scene, she was slightly stunned.
Mo Xiao immediately said, "Second Miss, it's getting late, please get off the carriage and go back to rest. It's really hard for you to run all the way today, I hope you can forgive me."
Qiao Wanyan pursed her lips. Lu Jinye did not follow her into Prince Jing's Palace, but he followed her back from the palace.
Seeing Mo Xiao's shameless and despicable behavior, he kicked him aside, then turned around, grabbed Qiao Wanyan's waist and carried her down.
Qiao Wanyan casually took off the jade bracelet on her hand and threw it to Mo Xiao, "This is your reward, go back."
Mo Xiao's eyes lit up. The floating flower jade bracelet was top quality! The Second Miss really had nothing bad on her!
"I wish the Second Miss a good night's sleep tonight!"
Lu Jinye looked at the jade bracelet in Mo Xiao's hand with a dark face, waiting for Qiao Wanyan to enter the mansion and then reach out to snatch the jade bracelet back from Mo Xiao's hand.
"Do you understand what I'm taking?"
"Lu Jinye!" Mo Xiao shouted angrily, "Give it back to me! That was a reward from the Second Miss!"
There is no reason for Lu Jinye to return what he has robbed. "If I don't return it, do you dare to make a scene in front of the Shangshu Mansion?"
Mo Xiao was silent for a moment, "Inkstone."
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