Mrs. Jiang's eyes were about to burst and she was howling incessantly, shouting about "Bitch, give me back my daughter" and "Buddhist temples hide filth and people's evil". She looked like a crazy demon.
The abbot wanted to report to the official, but Mrs. Jiang held his clothes tightly and refused.
Mrs. Jiang knew what was going on. She chose this method of death specifically for the little bitch. She arranged the person and created the opportunity. Her flawless plan ended up killing her treasure.
But this matter can only end here, and cannot be investigated further, otherwise her conspiracy will be exposed, and Xueer will not only die in vain, but the Jiang family will be plunged into trouble and even destroyed.
She must suppress this matter and minimize the impact.
Mrs. Jiang lowered her head, suddenly suffering from the pain of losing her daughter, and the hatred in her eyes was overwhelming. However, she suppressed this hatred and pretended to be weak and begged the abbot: "Master, please, don't report to the official, Xue'er... please..."
Give her some respect."
If it were reported to the police, the cause of Xueer's death would not be concealed. She was innocent when she was alive, and she didn't want the scandal to spread all over the world after her death.
This was a mother begging someone to give her dead daughter some dignity. The abbot was moved and recited "Amitabha", telling people to keep their mouth shut and not reveal the matter, so as not to create negative karma.
Apart from the abbot and the monks in the temple, the only people who knew about the matter were the two pilgrims who found the body, Mrs. Jiang and her maid, and the princess's maid.
The temple secluded itself from the rest of the world and was not aware of what was going on in the capital, and did not find anything wrong.
On the other hand, the two pilgrims, with their extraordinary appearance and noble aura, looked at each other from time to time and communicated with their eyes, as if they had discovered something interesting.
The abbot looked at them, and the man in white among them nodded and said, "I must keep my mouth shut."
They are not talkative women, so why bother discussing this matter with others.
Mrs. Jiang gathered her mood and looked at the palace maid who looked intolerable. A trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, and she asked in a plaintive voice: "Where is your master?"
The maid was startled by the resentment in her eyes and hesitated: "...I'm looking for it too."
The abbot was shocked. Could something have happened?
The princess is more valuable than Miss Jiang. If anything happens to her, the palace will definitely investigate her.
The abbot had a headache and immediately sent someone to look for him. It was getting late now, and if someone disappeared, it would be even harder to find him at night.
Just at this time, Jiang walked back from the small temple and somehow made his way around to the back mountain. He stepped on a dead branch and made a noise that attracted people to look over.
All attention.
"Princess!" Jiang You's maid A Yin's eyes wet, she ran over and raised and lowered her hands worriedly, "Princess, are you okay? Where have you been? Are you injured?"
Jiang You wore an elegant Liuxian skirt today. There were many thorns in the forest, and it could not avoid the fate of being scratched. It was thrown to the ground again and covered with dust and mud. Now the skirt is dirty and torn, with sporadic blood stains on it.
Ah Yin is a maid of the Yan Mansion and is very courageous. She was almost frightened to tears when she saw this.
If something happened to the princess, would she still have the nerve to live? She could only apologize with death.
"I'm fine. I met a little thief." Jiang You felt the scrutinizing gaze and looked into the field, "What happened here? It's so lively."
There was a conspicuous corpse on the ground. Mrs. Jiang was holding the body in her arms and looking at her resentfully. There were three monks and two handsome men beside her, and the one who just looked at her was one of them.
Jiang You glanced over the two of them.
One is black and the other is white, just like the impermanence of black and white. The man in black is handsome and handsome, and the man in white is elegant and dignified. They are both the best among men. Looking at the position, the man in black is half a step behind, so he is respected in white.
"Princess, Miss Jiang is dead." Ah Yin whispered back.
Although she was very confused, hadn't Jiang Xueer, the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family, already married the King of War as his concubine?
If the person who died was Jiang Xueer, then who was the princess?
It was such a mess that Ah Yin couldn’t figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
"Oh?" Jiang You raised his eyebrows lazily, not surprised, and simply said: "It's really a pity."
"Little bitch, why are you trying to harm my son!" Mrs. Jiang suddenly got angry and rushed towards Jiang again.