"It's all Yan Wan's fault, causing Mother..." Her face was already haggard and her voice weak. After this pause, her almond-shaped eyes were about to moisten, as if she had swallowed a huge grievance. "No, I've made Madam worry."
Lin knew how dangerous the day had been; Jiang Yanwan had almost not survived. After all, she was the child she had raised for fifteen years, and she also carried Cheng Min's feelings for her. Hearing Jiang Yanwan call her "Madam" broke her heart.
Lin held Jiang Yanwan in her arms, sobbing, "Good child. I will always be your mother."
"Even if Qingwan comes back, you will still be our child, and everything will be the same as before."
"Silly girl, don't hurt your mother anymore."
Madam Lin recalled what Jiang Yanwan's maids and servants had said at Huaguang Courtyard that day. It turned out that ever since Yanwan learned that she was not Jiang's biological daughter, she had felt extremely guilty and ashamed. She blamed herself for taking Qingwan's love and wealth for fifteen years and said several times that she wanted to atone for her sins with her death, but she always gave up because she couldn't let go of them.
Knowing that Lin Qingwan had returned to the manor today, he had no other choice but to cruelly jump into the lake.
Madam Lin was heartbroken. It was all her fault for neglecting Yan Wan's feelings.
If they fail to save the person today... Lin dares not think about it anymore.
Jiang Zhenlin felt bad seeing Jiang Yanwan cry. "You will always be my older sister, and I only recognize you as my older sister. So what if she comes back? You are the eldest daughter of the Jiang family who was raised by our parents."
"She wouldn't dare bully you!"
Lin Qingwan watched this scene from afar, her eyes stinging with pain. She subconsciously hid the handkerchief and sachet in her embroidered bag, and at the same time, she felt as if all the blood had been drained from her body, making it hard to breathe.
In the midst of his hesitation, Prime Minister Jiang Su saw her.
Lin Qingwan met his gaze, her mind going blank.
Those eyes were full of sharp glint and scrutiny, like a cold sword, or a bottomless lake.
This is her father.
Lin Qingwan was a little nervous, and her clasped hands tightened.
Jiang Su's voice was deep, "Didn't the Cheng family teach you manners?"
Lin Qingwan's expression remained unchanged, but the smile in her eyes had faded, replaced by a cold, lifeless warmth, like the winter sun.
When her father saw her, he showed no surprise or excitement, nor did he ask how she had been all these years. He only cared about whether she was well-behaved.
Lin Qingwan knelt on the cold steps, "Greetings, Prime Minister Jiang."
The warm light inside didn't reach her, and she didn't dare call out "Father."
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