He knew that Wen Jingyun had contracted the plague, and Princess Jing had also mentioned it to the palace before she left.
They thought they would go to the palace together to meet the emperor, but in the end it was just the two of them.
The emperor was furious and thought to himself: He must be afraid that I will reprimand him for his poor performance, so he dare not come to the palace to see me!
Jiang Mengli came back to his senses and said with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty has never mentioned the kidnapping, and we thought he didn't know about it. But Your Majesty doesn't need to punish him."
"How can he not be punished?" The emperor said in a hypocritical and serious tone, "If he does something wrong, he should be punished. But you are the elders, so don't take it too seriously."
This favoritism is blatant. If it was his own son who was kidnapped and humiliated, the other party would probably be executed on the spot.
But now it doesn’t matter whether he is partial or not, because the person has already gone to the underworld.
Wen Mohan said calmly with a blank expression, "Don't worry, my royal brother. We won't bother with a dead man. He fell off a cliff with his car on the way back."
"Princess Jing should be preparing for his funeral right now. Even though his remains can't be found because they were buried by a landslide, a cenotaph is still necessary."
After saying that, he nodded slightly, took Jiang Mengli's hand and left the side hall.
The emperor was still in a daze, his face turned slightly pale, and the strength in his hands seemed to be drained away, and he dropped the armrest weakly.
"Eunuch Fu, what did Prince Yu say just now?" He didn't dare to believe that what he just heard was true.
Eunuch Fu's face was heavy, and he bowed as he whispered, "Your Majesty, he said that Prince Ning had...fallen off a cliff and died. Princess Jing should be arranging his funeral..."
Before he could finish his words, the emperor swayed slightly and raised his hand to support his forehead.
I was not mistaken in hearing this. He really fell off a cliff and died.
Eunuch Fu immediately poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Your Majesty, please have a cup of tea. Now that things have come to this, you should think about how to appease His Royal Highness Prince Jing and the others."
"Prince Ning's visit this time also had your intention. I'm afraid His Royal Highness Prince Jing will blame you for this. Although he won't say it, he will think so in his heart."
The emperor frowned upon hearing this and said, "Don't worry about this matter. Prince Jing doesn't know that they have my support in going to Huangzhou City. I should go to Prince Jing's mansion myself."
"But what should we do next? Every woman we send in will die. He is extremely indifferent to these women, with Jiang Mengli being an exception."
The side hall was quiet for a moment. No one spoke, and everyone seemed to be in deep thought.
After a moment, Eunuch Fu's eyes lit up, "Your Majesty, this old servant has thought of someone, Prince Yu's former fiancée, Su Yujiao!"
As soon as these words came out, the emperor suddenly realized and laughed heartily, "Hahahaha... You are right, she is not only my fiancée, but also the daughter of Wen Mohan's mentor..."
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The news of Wen Jingyun's death spread overnight, and the emperor personally went to Prince Jing's mansion with many gifts to express his condolences.
The dignitaries in the capital also went to pay their respects, and the entire Prince Jing's Mansion was shrouded in a shadow, with a dead atmosphere.
Princess Jing was too sad to get out of bed, so all matters were taken care of by the concubine, and Prince Jing was also in the front yard greeting guests who came to pay their respects.
The one who cried the most sadly was Hong Meir. She had fallen deeply in love with this young husband and even interrupted her plan to give birth to a son for him.
Unexpectedly, the person passed away before his wish was fulfilled.
The eminent monk performed a ritual for seven days before the body was buried. Peace returned to Prince Jing's Mansion and no one in the capital mentioned it again. As the saying goes, death is like the extinguishing of a lamp, and perhaps this is the case.
At Prince Yu's Mansion, Jiang Mengli twirled the brush thoughtfully in his hands. "Isn't it reasonable for me to ask for half of his fortune? His expenses are not small, so why not just ask for a third?"
Only the three words "He Li Shu" were written on the paper, and he didn't know how to write the other words.
The Scorpion Army has so many people and it takes a lot of money to support them. If it's too much, Wen Mohan will definitely not agree.
"Well, I can earn money myself anyway, and my expenses are not that high. I can just ask him for 100,000 taels of silver."
"The Scorpion Army also has families to support, and they are also people with families. It would be a sin if Wen Mohan didn't have the money to pay them."
Such a wicked thing cannot be done. Even if we don’t consider Wen Mohan, we have to consider the soldiers.
After she thought it through, she picked up her pen and started writing on the paper.
Boom boom boom…
There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by a clever voice, "Miss, good news, Aunt Hong can't wait to meet you. She said she wants to cooperate with you."
Jiang Mengli was overjoyed after hearing this. She immediately put down her pen and opened the door. "Really? Then let's go now. This is the first step for me to become a rich woman."
After saying this, he returned to the room, took the bag and left the mansion with Lingqiao.
Now no matter what happens, it is not as important as her making money.
At this time, Wen Mohan was in the bedroom, his face livid as he looked at the destroyed portrait. "Jiang Mengli was in the mansion at the time, so how could he let the thief in?"
The footprints made the portrait dirty and blurry, and there was a small hole in it.
He kept wiping it with his handkerchief, but it was of no use and only made the hole bigger.
Yunying knelt on the ground, lowered her head and stammered, "She...she is indeed in the mansion, but there are quite a few of them. Some are searching in the study, and some are in the bedroom."
"She has seen a painting. I only said that this painting is very important to you and no one else can mention it."
Wen Mohan was furious. He slammed his fist on the table and said with narrowed eyes, "Sister Yujiao's accident is related to the Jiang family. The person who has no right to mention it is Jiang Mengli! This account will not be settled just like that!"
All of a sudden, he recalled the years of hatred, and was filled with anger. He wished he could tear Jiang Dingshan, who was far away in the wilderness, into pieces.
Upon hearing this, Yun Ying raised her head and said, "Does the master want to go to the wilderness? They can never return to the capital."
Wen Mohan clenched his fists, his brows furrowed as he spoke, "Then the son must pay for his father's debt. Sister Yujiao was gentle and kind, she shouldn't have ended up like that. If nothing had happened to her, she would be my wife now..."
When he looked at the portrait again, his eyes became extremely gentle, with tears flickering faintly.
After spending a few times with Su Yujiao at the age of twelve, he secretly thought of marrying her when he grew up.
But fate played a trick on him. He saw her for the last time when he was seventeen, and when he was eighteen, he heard the news of Su Yujiao's death on his way back to the capital.
Wen Mohan put away the portrait and strode out of the room, heading towards Lanxiang Garden.
When he opened the door, he found that no one was there, and there was an unfinished divorce agreement on the table.
His face was as cold as ice. He picked up the divorce agreement, took a look at it, and sneered, "One hundred thousand taels of silver? Don't even think about getting a penny, let alone a divorce."
Thinking about how he had been inexplicably nice to her before, he felt guilty towards his biological mother and his deceased fiancée.
How could he be nice to his enemy's daughter?
"Master, something terrible has happened!" Yun Jian suddenly ran over and stopped at the door, panting. "You...your fiancée, she's outside the mansion..."
"Sister Yujiao?" Wen Mohan was shocked and grabbed his shoulders excitedly. "Tell me again, where is she!?"
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