The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Princess Jing was very angry at his indifferent attitude, but thinking of Lin Moer's life and death, she still gritted her teeth and continued to beg Jiang Mengli.

"Mengli, I know we were a little too harsh on you in the past, and Mo'er was a little too harsh on you too, but those things are in the past."

"As long as you heal Mo'er, we...we will do our best to compensate you. As long as you say how to do it, we will do it."

Jiang Mengli frowned and said firmly: "I said, it's not that I don't want to treat it, it's that I don't have the ability to treat it."

Princess Jing still didn't want to believe it. She clenched her fists and endured it, saying, "Do you want me to kneel down for you? As Princess Jing, I've already humbly begged you. What else do you want me to do?"

This makes people extremely depressed.

Isn't this moral kidnapping?

Lingqiao lost her temper and said respectfully, "Princess Jing, you misunderstood. The young lady's ability is limited, not that she doesn't want to treat him."

"You can ask all the doctors in the capital if there is anyone who can cure tetanus. If you really have that ability, you would be a miracle doctor."

Upon hearing this, Princess Jing did not calm down, but raised her hand to slap her. Just as her palm was about to fall, Jiang Mengli quickly pulled her behind her to block it.

"Third Prince's wife, Lingqiao is right. Even if His Majesty holds a knife to my neck, I have no way to save him."

"You should notify her parents so they can see her one last time. Tetanus won't last long without treatment. If you continue wasting time here, you might not even be able to see her one last time."

This was said seriously, not as a joke.

Princess Jing lowered her hands and gradually became dejected.

She knew the seriousness of tetanus, but she was always unwilling to accept it.

The maid helped her leave Prince Yu's Mansion and got on a carriage to rush back. As soon as she got off the carriage, she heard the servant report: "Your Highness, Miss Lin is almost dead. Hurry..." Go and see her.

Before he could finish his words, Princess Jing had already hurried over.

Lin Moer's eyes were wide open, she had difficulty breathing, her face was blue and purple, and her body shape was strange, which made people feel very scared.

Except for Zhiqiu, no one else dared to look any further and left the room with frowns on their faces.

After Princess Jing took a look, her legs and feet went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Lin Moer's appearance was really scary, and I was scared from the bottom of my heart.

"Mo...Mo'er..." She suppressed her fear and slowly walked to a distance of one meter from the bed and stood still. "Auntie really can't help it. This is your fate. Go in peace."

Lin Moer couldn't speak, tears still flowed from the corners of her eyes.

There is too much reluctance, too much regret, and too much hatred in my heart.

"Uh..." She made a little sound in her throat, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

In less than a few breaths, his head slowly lowered, his eyes wide open as he stared in the direction of Princess Jing, his eyes wide open as he died.

"What's wrong?" Prince Jing walked in, took a look at the person on the bed, and then sighed and looked away. "It's her fate. Prepare the coffin and transport her back to her hometown."

"Withdraw some money from the account and send it back. This kind of thing is bound to cause a lot of trouble. You should think about how to explain it to your family."

Princess Jing wiped her tears and left the room with red eyes.

The servant was very efficient and bought a coffin in less than half an hour.

After the imperial physician returned to the palace, he also informed the empress dowager of Lin Moer's death.

The empress dowager felt a little guilty, so she ordered someone to send two hundred taels of silver to Prince Jing's mansion to express her condolences to Lin Moer's family.

Wen Jingyun didn't know what had happened. He sat in his wheelchair depressed, staring at the branches in the yard in a daze.

It wasn't until he heard someone crying that he came to his senses and asked his friend, "What happened? It sounds like someone is mourning."

Tiezi hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth, "Yes... Miss Lin passed away, she..."

"Ms. Lin! Are you talking about Lin Moer?" Wen Jingyun frowned in shock and stared at him intently.

Tiezi lowered his head, bit his lips and nodded.

Hahaha……

"How is that possible?" Wen Jingyun didn't believe it at all. He smiled and shook his head. "Absolutely impossible. She's always so lively and energetic, and she only bullies others. How could she die?"

Although he said he didn't quite believe it, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, so he turned his wheelchair and went out to take a look.

The crying outside was indeed Zhiqiu's, and the further outside he went, the clearer he could hear it.

Tiezi pushed him out, and when he reached the front yard, he saw a corpse being carried out and the servants putting it into the coffin.

Zhiqiu knelt on the ground and cried, "Miss, you are so young and haven't found a good husband yet, why did you die like this?"

Wen Jingyun was completely stunned, watching the servants put the body into the coffin and slowly close the lid.

Princess Jing looked back at him, walked up to him and said, "Jingyun, why did you come out?"

Wen Jingyun was pulled back to his senses by her voice. He looked up at her and asked, "What happened? Why did she die suddenly?"

Although I never thought of marrying her, we had been together for several years after all.

The two of them grew up together, so even if there is no romantic relationship between them, there is a brother-sister relationship between them.

Princess Jing sighed deeply and told Tiezi, "Send the prince back to his bedroom and talk slowly. I still have some things to take care of here."

Tiezi agreed and pushed him back to the dormitory and began to talk about what happened in the peony garden.

"On the day of the flower viewing banquet, Zhiqiu reported that Jiang Mengli and Zheng Yu were having an affair in a teahouse. When everyone approached, they failed to see the woman clearly, so Wen Mohan ordered them to be stripped naked and beaten to death."

"Who knew that after fighting for a while, they found Jiang Mengli in the crowd. The person being beaten was not her at all, but Miss Lin..."

He recounted everything that happened that day in detail, and Wen Jingyun became more and more angry as he listened.

This incident was obviously Jiang Mengli's masterpiece, and Wen Mohan was also deliberately stripped naked and beaten to death!

Wen Jingyun narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to touch the broken leg, "Jiang Mengli, Wen Mohan! You are fine. Even if I lose my leg, I will not let you go!"

The Ya Ting Garden of Prince Yu's Mansion.

Yuzhu handed the two divorce letters to Wen Mohan, "Your Majesty, the princess said that this letter is for you, you just need to sign it."

Wen Mohan took it and looked at it. The word "He Li" was extremely eye-catching, and Jiang Mengli's name was already on it.

If it were any other prince, divorce might be difficult, after all, the emperor's approval would be required.

But between him and Jiang Mengli, the emperor was eager for a divorce and would nod very quickly.

"Your Highness, have you seen clearly?" Jiang Mengli walked into Ya Tingyuan, looking calm and composed. "Sign it. I won't pester you to have children anymore. Let's part ways amicably."

Wen Mohan frowned unhappily, "Just because of that woman? It seems that you are interested in me."

Jiang Mengli was stunned for a moment: Is he interested in him? Probably not, I just feel it's dirty.

"You're overthinking it." She retracted her thoughts and smiled softly, "I mentioned divorce before this happened. It's been a lot of trouble following you. Let's just break up."

The air froze instantly, making people feel depressed.

Wen Mohan tightened his fingers, and a feeling of bitterness and anger surged in his heart, spreading to every part of his body in an instant.

He raised his lips and sneered, gritted his teeth slightly, "You don't want the child you were so persistent about?"

Jiang Mengli felt a sharp pain in his heart for a moment, then smiled calmly, "No, women are fickle. What was a treasure yesterday can be treated as a weed today."