Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 325 You always disappoint me!
The moment this thought crossed Lin Zhiqing's mind, she looked at Lin Congli.

Surprisingly, Lin Congli did not show any grievance or resentment on his face; instead, he looked relaxed.

He even slowly exhaled.

Thinking about what had just happened, Lin Zhiqing began to understand Lin Congli somewhat.

Judging from Lin Congli's words, only three people in the world know what just happened.

One of them died, and the other was far away in Bianliang. In this prosperous yet murderous Shengjing city, only Lin Congli remained.

He always bore all that pressure and pain alone.

Now that I've said it, I'm sure I'll feel a bit better.

Lin Zhiqing thought for a moment, then poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Lin Congli:
“Uncle, the past is like smoke in the wind. If you believe me, I will definitely clear my father’s name.”

After saying this, she added solemnly, "I will also clear your name."

Lin Congli was taken aback; he couldn't quite describe how he felt.

Is it the joy of being understood? Not entirely, but more of a heartfelt feeling of being moved.

He patted Lin Zhiqing on the shoulder, and after doing so, not only Lin Zhiqing but also himself were startled.

Because he rarely has such intimate moments with younger generations.

Lin Zhiqing smiled and said, "Uncle, you should get some rest. Don't worry, the Lin family has a long road ahead of us."

Upon hearing this, Lin Congli seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but speak up: "Zhiqing, Shi'an is innocent..."

"Uncle, I know." Lin Zhiqing smiled.

This was to interrupt Lin Congli and prevent him from speaking.

Lin Congli had seen countless people, but at this moment, he couldn't see through what Lin Zhiqing's smile really meant.

After a long while, he sighed and walked towards the door.

However, this time his steps were much lighter than when he came.

Lin Zhiqing watched his retreating figure disappear into the distance and sighed softly.

The message brought by Lin Congli was both useful and not very useful, but it wasn't necessarily useless either.

Lin Congrong's words and deeds before his death seemed anything but simple, but Lin Zhiqing didn't have time to think about them yet, because she was still thinking about Lin Shi'an.

Lin Shi'an's smiling face had barely appeared in her mind when Asagao entered the courtyard:
"Miss, Miss Yangyang did not return to the courtyard. It seems that she went out the gate and headed towards the Zhenyuan Marquis's residence."

Lin Zhiqing's expression gradually tightened: "The Zhenyuan Marquis's residence? Chaoyan, go and inform your uncle to go to the Zhenyuan Marquis's residence to find someone."

"Yes." Asagao left in a hurry without any delay.

Lin Zhiqing looked up at the cloud-covered sky, sighed slowly, and turned to go back to her room.

Today is the first time she has truly met Marquis Jiang Yunhe of Zhenyuan since she transmigrated.

Unlike the villains in TV dramas who wear heavy smoky makeup, Jiang Yunhe is noble and composed, with a friendly smile always on his face.

His gaze towards everyone was devoid of warmth, or rather, he didn't take anyone seriously at all.

But this actually made it easier for him to disguise himself.

If it were Lin Zhiqing, and not Lin Zhiqing, then if she met Jiang Yunhe on the street, she would only think that he was a very kind and approachable person.

The eyes are the most deceptive thing.

Having studied psychology for so long, Lin Zhiqing has unwavering faith in her own eyes, yet she also often doubts them.

Take Lin Congli, for example.

At first, Lin Zhiqing thought he was a stubborn old man who, like a moth drawn to a flame, was dragging the Lin family along, trying to save them from the fire.

But he only knows how to use brute force, which is obviously not going to work.

This is what Lin Zhiqing's eyes told her in the past.

But now, more specifically just now, she saw Lin Congli's stubbornness and his resilience. Adhering to the rules and not crossing the line was perhaps to prevent anyone in the Lin family from falling into the abyss again.

He didn't believe his brother would betray his country and collude with the enemy, but even if he didn't believe it, he had no choice but to accept it.

Of the entire Lin family, Lin Congli was probably the most stubborn, yet also the one who most wanted to save the Lin family.

From his own perspective, Lin Zhiqing resented his past indifference towards the original owner of the body.

But from the Lin family's perspective, Lin Zhiqing had no reason to blame Lin Congli.

See, everything has two sides.

For example... Lin Zhiqing's thoughts were in turmoil, and Lu Huai came to mind.

She couldn't help but look up at the sky, but alas, the sky is always changing.

There are no stars tonight.

Meanwhile, the Zhenyuan Marquis's residence was also brightly lit.

Jiang Yunhe sat calmly on the high platform, his face as gentle as ever, staring intently at a military book in his hand.

If it weren't for Jiang Liuyun kneeling not far away, this would truly be a picture of peace and tranquility.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yunhe finally looked up from the military book, picked up the teacup beside him, and took a small sip.
"Do you know how foolish you've been?"

"I don't know." Jiang Liuyun's back was straight, and even while kneeling, he did not want to bow his head.

"Heh." Jiang Yunhe's smile vanished, his eyes narrowed, and he threw the teacup in his hand away forcefully.

The teacup flew past Jiang Liuyun like an arrow.

Jiang Liuyun neither dodged nor avoided the sound. Only after hearing the crisp sound of the teacup shattering did he nonchalantly touch his face.

A thin line of blood spread across the finger.

But before he could even feel the pain, Jiang Yunhe's voice came again:
"When you went to Bianliang that day, you had the opportunity to kill Lin Zhiqing."

Jiang Liuyun's brow furrowed slightly: "He's too cunning; I'm not entirely confident."

"Heh, not confident?" Jiang Yunhe sneered again.
“You started learning martial arts when you were five years old. Even if you are no match for Lin Yangyang, you are still capable of taking someone’s life in a short time.”

"You don't know, Lin Zhiqing possesses extraordinary skills, even more so than Liu Mang."

"Besides, you don't understand her."

“Yes, only you understand her.” Jiang Yunhe couldn’t stand Jiang Liuyun’s explanation and spoke sarcastically:

"What benefit did you gain from killing that old woman?"

"Did it provoke Lin Zhiqing and cause her to lose her mind, or did it prevent the retrial of Lin Congrong?"

nothing.

Jiang Liuyun remained silent.

"Just a woman." Jiang Yunhe's eyes were indifferent.
"I truly believed that you only had eyes for one person, but I never knew..."

"Father!" Jiang Liuyun stood up abruptly, his fists clenched tightly.

"Who are you trying to impress with this act? You've lost both your wife and your army. Let me ask you, how did you lose that precious sword?" Jiang Yunhe scoffed at Jiang Liuyun's anger.

He might not know how the sword was lost, but he wanted Jiang Liuyun to tell him himself.

This is a method of repeatedly lashing out at and mocking Jiang Liuyun's wounds, which Jiang Liuyun has endured many times before.

This was the father-son relationship between him and Jiang Yunhe, and this time, he remained silent.

Jiang Yunhe stood up, looked down at Jiang Liuyun, and narrowed his eyes:

“That boy from the Lu family is weak and feeble. You suffered a loss at his hands and lost the imperial gift. Don’t you feel any shame?”

"Yun'er, you always disappoint me."