Jiang Yanwan looked worried. "Qingwan, this isn't home. Don't argue with your grandmother. If you make things worse, it won't be good for anyone."
She patiently continued, "I know you didn't mean it. Apologize to your grandmother, and I'll help you comfort Yun'er, okay?"
Lin Qingwan looked at her mother's watery eyes, and saw what a sensible, virtuous, and affectionate face she had. In her mother's eyes, this must have made her mother look even more detestable.
Lin Qingwan's back was in excruciating pain, and her eyes and tone became even more cold and indifferent. "If you believe what others say so much, why are you advising me to admit my mistakes? Wouldn't it be better to help others testify against me?"
Jiang Yanwan was stunned, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
Lin's eyes flashed with anger as she decisively pulled Jiang Yanwan back to her side. "If she really did it, she will naturally have to bear the consequences. You don't need to persuade her."
Lin Qingwan smiled bitterly. She wondered if her mother would stop at nothing to seek justice for her if she were the victim.
However, her lips trembled slightly. Never mind, if the result isn't what she wants, she won't be the only one who's upset.
Why bother?
Seeing that Madam Lin did not stop her, the old lady said sternly, "Bring her in, and let her die knowing why!"
The whole thing was arranged by Madam He and her daughter, and the servants were naturally prepared by them. They stood outside trembling and testified that Lin Qingwan had barged into the sacrificial room and, without saying a word, covered Jiang Mingyun's face with a handkerchief that had been cleansed with medicine.
The servant kowtowed several times and took out the handkerchief, saying, "This is the handkerchief that Miss Qingwan threw away."
“Every word the villain said is true.”
Jiang Mingting roared, "Lin Qingwan, you're worse than an animal!"
Madam He's eyes were swollen from crying. "Yun'er is still so young. How can she find a husband after this has happened? It has ruined her life. How can I face my husband after I die?"
She wanted to put her daughter's marriage on Lin's shoulders, killing two birds with one stone.
The old lady gritted her teeth, "Lin Qingwan, what else do you have to say!"
Lin Qingwan's eyes were clear and bright, showing no fear whatsoever, only mockery from beginning to end, "How could I poison Jiang Mingyun's handkerchief?"
"Besides, the fire was so big that the handkerchief would have dried out long ago. She could still squeeze water out of it."
"If we really want to investigate, we should follow the clues about the drug. If this stuff could get into the manor, it must have left traces."
Her calmness startled Madam He. "Alright, alright, it's Yun'er's bad luck, we'll accept it. There's no need to make a scene and embarrass our elder brother and sister-in-law."
Hearing this, Jiang Mingting clenched his fists even tighter. "Mother, let me go! Let me beat her to death to avenge my sister!"
Mrs. He tried to stop them.
The old lady's face was contorted with malice and malice. "Where have all the people gone? Beat them!"
Lin Qingwan's back was in excruciating pain. Unable to struggle, she was dragged to the courtyard by two strong old women. When they put her on the torture bench, they pressed down on her back a few times, and she could vaguely hear the sound of flesh and bone being torn apart. She gasped and was in so much pain that she saw stars for a while and couldn't speak.
Jiang Yanwan had a bandage on her brow bone, her face hidden in the shadows, her eyes filled with arrogance and glee. Noticing her mother's tense body, she hesitated several times before speaking.
She said urgently, "I'll give the fox fur coat to Mingyun and beg her to forgive Qingwan, okay?"
Lin's eyes were deep and unfathomable. The moment the board fell, the crime was sealed.
Even though there are doubts about the matter, Qingwan can't explain it clearly. Mingyun had an accident, and the ancestral hall was burned down. If Qingwan is not punished, the old lady will not let it go.
But···
She stood on the steps looking at Lin Qingwan, feeling a pang of pity. However, when she met Lin Qingwan's stubborn and mocking expression, Lin felt a surge of anger.
Ultimately, it's because she doesn't know how to speak properly! Who can she blame?
If she had left Meilin earlier and hadn't been caught red-handed, even if Madam He wanted to frame her, she wouldn't have been able to.
Lin Qingwan clearly saw on her mother's face that she was blaming herself for being so useless! Ha, if she had known it would turn out like this, why would she be so sad?
At the old lady's command, "Give them a good beating!"
Lin Qingwan, with a strength she didn't know she had, broke free from the two old women on either side, endured the pain as if her flesh and bones were being pierced, straightened up, caught the falling board with her bare hands, and kicked the servant who was punishing her in the stomach.
Then he slammed the heavy wooden plank down in front of the door with a loud thud, shouting, "I don't acknowledge it!"
The series of actions startled everyone in the room. The old lady looked at the board in front of her and felt that if it were just an inch closer, it would fall on her.
"This is outrageous!" The old lady took a half step back, her gaze as cold as needles piercing Lin Qingwan. "Hold her down!"
Madam Lin frowned. Now, even if she wasn't guilty, she was guilty! She really was...
Mrs. Lin was so angry that she had a headache.
The old woman disregarded etiquette and summoned several burly servants who surrounded the young lady of the Prime Minister's residence like she was a traitor—it was truly ironic.
"What's all this commotion about!"
Jiang Su's cold shout finally stopped the situation from developing in an even more absurd direction.
Jiang Su and Prince Jing were talking in the study when they were drawn over by the commotion. They saw it when the old woman was forcing Lin Qingwan onto a stool.
Seeing Jiang Su's cold demeanor, the servants quickly knelt down, saying, "Prime Minister."
He and Jiang Mingting shrank back, not daring to speak.
Lin and Jiang Yanwan came out to greet them, and were about to speak when they saw Prince Jing stop in front of the disheveled Lin Qingwan.
Although Zhao Yan was not as imposing as the Crown Prince, his bright yellow undergarment made him appear tall and strong, and the tight-fitting garment accentuated his defined muscles.
But only Lin Qingwan could feel the dry warmth emanating from him, and the intoxicating scent of dragon scales.
He immediately remembered that Prince Jing's dark red dragon-patterned outer robe was still inside.
She instinctively grabbed Prince Jing's clothes, but... why did the prince take them off and let her grab them?
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