Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 598

Chapter 598 - Who is so cruel?

"If she really had anything to do with Feng Yin, she definitely wouldn't have said it!" Mu Jin pulled Wei Yuanwei and said.

"Then what should we do? "Who knows, maybe the child is from the wind?" Wei Yuanwei withdrew her gaze and looked at Mu Jin.

However, Mu Jin's eyes were deep. "Let's observe this matter for a few days. After all, we aren't certain, and cannot casually speculate just because a child looks similar to us. If it's like this, then wouldn't all children who are similar to me become my children?"

Mu Jin said half seriously and half jokingly.

Wei Yuanwei laughed, but then her smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth and she said with slight worry, "Tell me, was the princess consort of back then still alive?"

Mu Jin heard that Wei Yuanwei had started to think in this direction as well. Her expression remained calm, but her words were spoken with determination, "I've looked for her for so long, if she was still alive, she would have been found by me already. The princess consort wouldn't be alive, my uncle killed everyone in Crown Prince Palace, and even the princess' dog was not spared, how could he let go of the princess consort?"

Wei Yuanwei listened, not sure whether to rejoice or worry.

She didn't want the Crown Princess to die, but if she was still alive, what should she do?

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Why don't you go to sleep for a while?" Mu Jin rubbed Wei Yuanwei's hair and coaxed him softly, "Don't keep thinking about things that don't exist and are impossible to accomplish.

"But what if the Crown Princess is still alive?" Wei Yuanwei stared at Mu Jin with her watery eyes.

Mu Jin's deep and calm eyes also stared straight at Wei Yuanwei. The two of them really wanted to find the answer in each other's eyes, Wei Yuanwei wanted to know the answer but she also did not know what kind of answer it was.

Mu Jin wanted to give it to his, but even he himself did not know what to do.

"Let's go to sleep. We'll be going to Black Bamboo Mountain in a few days!" Mu Jin did not directly face Wei Yuanwei's question.

Wei Yuanwei nodded and obediently went to bed.

She believed in Mu Jin, and it was impossible for the Crown Princess to still be alive; even if she was still alive, it wouldn't be such a coincidence.

She couldn't let her imagination run wild just because of something like that.

Mu Jin walked into the kitchen and brought water to clean the pots and bowls.

If that woman knew Feng Yin, she would know martial arts, but he didn't sense his inner force just now.

Could it be that her inner force had been crippled as well?

After was.h.i.+ng the last bowl, Mu Jin made up his mind to go visit the family tonight.

Wouldn't the truth come out just by looking at her face?

Why did he have to be so worried?

After three days had pa.s.sed, Mu Jin opened his eyes. His pitch-black eyes seemed to be able to completely blend in with the darkness of the night as he turned his head and looked at the soundly asleep Wei Yuanwei.

Mu Jin carefully lifted the blanket on him and got off the bed, then quietly left the room.

Under the low eaves of the house, there were a few bamboo poles that were as thick as a bowl. They were filled to the brim with wet clothes.

The material of the clothes was obviously not something that the poor could afford. There were both men and women in the patterns.

The ident.i.ty of the owner of this room was self-evident.

Mu Jin gently pushed open the door and without exception, all of them were locked.

Mu Jin could only go up to the roof and enter the house.

This house could be said to be extremely shabby. Other than the bed, tables, chairs, and a wardrobe, there was nothing else.

These pieces of furniture were obviously found. On a table covered with knife marks was a basket filled with needle and thread. Beside it was a pile of clothes that had not been sewn in time.

As for the girl, she was lying wearily in front of the table, holding a piece of clothing that was currently being sewn.

The candle had burned down, and the moonlight from the window was s.h.i.+ning onto the woman's veil.

When Mu Jin's tall and big figure walked in, the dim moonlight covered most of it.

Generally, a person wearing a veil would either have their face ruined or wouldn't be able to let others see their appearance.

Mu Jin stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the veil. Under the bright moonlight, a brown colored scar suddenly appeared in Mu Jin's eyes.

Mu Jin's gaze moved, stopping his hand. Who was so cruel? He had actually used such a method to ruin the girl's appearance.

Seeing this, Mu Jin felt that this woman was most likely related to Feng Yin.

Mu Jin continued to lift up the veil on the woman's face. More and more scars appeared like thorns in Mu Jin's eyes.

He originally thought that the woman only had a single scar on her face. However, the more she lifted her veil, the more scars she revealed on her face, almost covering her entire appearance.

What kind of blood feud did the man have with this woman?

Just by looking at the woman's facial features and skin, one could tell that this woman's appearance must have been dignified and elegant. Perhaps it was because she always used a veil to cover her face, but the skin on her face was extremely white and delicate.

However, when Mu Jin looked at her hands again, they seemed to be like that of a 30-40 year old lady's. Because of years of was.h.i.+ng clothes and soaking in the water, the skin on her hands had already lost its elasticity, and his fingers were covered with calluses.

Completely at her age.

Mu Jin slowly put down his veil. He didn't know why, but his heart felt a little heavy.

He didn't know what this woman had experienced before. Simply speaking, her appearance was that of a girl from a n.o.ble family, but she had been reduced to relying on cash to wash clothes and mend clothes for a living.

Mu Jin walked over to the bedside. In the pitch black night, Mu Jin's foot accidentally stepped on the scissors on the ground.

"Crack!" Although the sound was very soft, it still woke the woman who was lying on the table up.

"Who are you?" The moment the woman opened her eyes, she saw a figure standing in front of her. She immediately called out and started searching for something in the needlework blue.

When she saw the face of the person in front of her, all of her vigilance and fear turned into helplessness. However, after a second, she lowered her eyes and spoke in a soft and low voice. There was a sense of unfamiliarity in her tone, "Who are you? Why come to our house? If you don't leave now, I'll just call for help? "

As the lady spoke, she retreated, her almond-shaped eyes not daring to look at Mu Jin's face.

"You seem to know me?" Mu Jin looked at the girl in front of him and muttered.

The woman's shoulders trembled uncontrollably as she shook her head. "I don't know you. Hurry up and leave this place!"

Mu Jin's pitch black eyes sized up the girl, and then continued: "Your voice, I think it's familiar!"