Lin Qingran's graceful lips were raised, and a bright light was beating slightly in his eyes as deep as ancient wells.
No, her Li Lang would not treat her like this?
The facts were all in front of her eyes, but Aunt Hua still refused to believe it. She rushed to the front of Prime Minister Lin, stretched out her hands and hugged Prime Minister Lin's legs, and said in a stern voice: "Master, this is not true, don't you?"
You would be so ruthless to me, right? It's really not me, I didn't, really not, how could you treat me like this? This is not true, this is not true..."
Lin Qingxi hated Lin Qingran and others in her heart, but with a trace of sadness on her face, she begged Prime Minister Lin: "Father, my mother is kind-hearted. She can't even bear to hurt an ant on weekdays, so she will never do this."
For such vicious things to happen, there must be some misunderstanding, please ask father to find out."
Seeing the mother and daughter who were extremely arrogant in the past kneeling down on the ground to beg for mercy in extreme misery, Lin Qingran watched with gusto, and even Lin Qingyin beside her couldn't take her eyes away. Finally, she raised her lips and smiled slightly, as if mockingly and joyfully: She thought of Lin Qingyin that day.
When the lady was blocked and a disheveled man appeared on the bed, she also knelt on the ground and begged Mr. Lin to believe her innocence.
She suddenly understood the reason for Lin Qingran's plan, and her heart felt sour and painful. When she turned to Lin Qingran, she saw her eyes were cold, as if she was not involved in the incident.
Seeing his daughter, whom he had always doted on, and his concubine, whom he had loved so much, kneeling in front of him and pleading without caring about his face, there was a momentary hesitation on Mr. Lin's face.
Mrs. Lin was so angry that her teeth were itching, but her tone was as calm as possible, but the faint anger between her eyebrows revealed her rage at the moment: "Misunderstanding? The evidence is solid, what else is there to say about misunderstanding? Is it possible that we still have to do it?"
I admit it, am I the one who framed her? You are Hua's daughter, and you are good at protecting her, but the facts are there, and you still want to talk nonsense with red lips and white teeth. If you really care about your mother, you should give her more advice in the past.
I would advise her not to commit such a heinous crime."
As she spoke, she glared at Prime Minister Lin: "Chong'er, mother knows that you are deeply in love with the Hua family, but you have to think clearly that this witchcraft is forbidden by the emperor. If you spare her lightly, are you planning to do it?"
Is the entire Lin family responsible for her?"
Lin Qingran smiled silently: "Father, what my grandmother said is that there is no airtight wall in the world. If word spreads, our Lin Mansion..."
As she said this, she motioned to Prime Minister Lin to look at Mr. Xu who was sipping tea at the side.
Prime Minister Lin was shocked. Thinking of the intimacy between Mr. Xu and the emperor, his expression suddenly became cold and there was no warmth anymore: "Drag him out!"
Lin Qingxi screamed eagerly, her eyes turned red, and said, "Father, you can't do this to your mother. How could you do this to your mother?"
She didn't understand that Mr. Lin used to dote on and love Aunt Hua, but why did those deep feelings disappear in the blink of an eye?
My mother's body is so weak, and she is afraid that half of her life will be lost if the plank falls. How can my father bear it?
This is going to be a fight!
How could this happen? How did her Li Lang become like this?
Panic and despair rushed to Aunt Hua. Until this moment, she could not accept the change of Prime Minister Lin. She felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, feeling empty and uncomfortable.
Rather than being wronged, Aunt Hua cares more about Prime Minister Lin's ruthless attitude and his iron heart. Why does she think she is an exception?
Mrs. Lin's laughter filled with blood and tears that day could vaguely be heard in Aunt Hua's ears: My fate today will be your mirror tomorrow!