After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

"We will know the truth after we return. We have been to Liancheng before. Lord Lin's affairs should have been completed. It is time to return."

"No, I just climbed up the mountain and I have to go back. I don't want to go back." Tang Mumu suddenly got angry. She didn't talk to her at the beginning, so she wanted to lose her temper now.

"You can leave or not." Rong Yan said and left. Song Jinyu shrugged at Tang Mumu, indicating that he couldn't help her.

"Mumu, why don't we go back first? The prince must have his own plans."

With the help of Ji Chu, Tang Mumu stood up and followed Rong Yan and Song Jinyu silently. She was just annoyed and didn't want to delay anything. Besides, now that she knew that Lord Lin might be in danger, she was also very anxious.

Lin Qingyuan did not go to the government office, but waited for them to come back at the Lin Mansion.

"Tell me, what's going on with the disaster relief money?" As soon as Tang Mumu saw Lin Qingyuan, she walked up to him and grabbed his collar. Even if she had to give up everything, she had to get the truth today.

Lin Qingyuan saluted several people with neither humility nor overbearingness. Tang Mumu found it boring, so he let go of his hand and snorted.

"Guys, please come with me."

No one expected that the Lin Mansion had such a hidden secret that they actually built a very spacious basement. When Tang Mumu saw that one of the opened boxes contained silver, he quickly checked the other boxes, and as expected, they were all filled with silver.

"This is the lost disaster relief money. Did you really do this?"

Even though the truth was right in front of him, Tang Mumu still couldn't believe that Lin Qingyuan had actually stolen disaster relief money. He was worshipped as a god by the people, but he was also the most evil ghost hidden behind the scenes.

Lin Qingyuan lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, obviously admitting his guilt.

"Why? I believe that Lord Lin is not a villain who would embezzle money. Why did he rob the disaster relief money?" Rong Yan walked up to Lin Qingyuan and asked calmly.

"If I hadn't resorted to this desperate measure, how could I have seen His Highness? Your Highness is a royal family, and I am only a small county magistrate in a disaster-stricken area. Even if I died, Your Highness would not condescend to come to Huai County. Stealing disaster relief money is the only major event that can attract the attention of the court."

Tang Mumu saw clearly that there was regret in Rong Yan's eyes. She thought he must be regretting that such a good person like Lord Lin had made a mistake and ended up in an irretrievable situation just because he wanted to see him.

"I am guilty. The disaster relief silver was done by me alone. I am willing to die to apologize for my crime. I only ask Your Majesty to keep Huai County."

Tang Mumu looked around carefully and found no one was ambushing.

"Why did you steal the disaster relief money?" Rong Yan continued to ask.

Lin Qingyuan did not answer his question, but took out a piece of cloth from his arms. The cloth was stained with blood. Everyone looked carefully and saw that there were words of injustice written on it in different sizes.

"There are sixty-five characters of injustice on the cloth, representing sixty-five lives. I, Lin Qingyuan, plead for the people. I ask Your Highness Prince Rong to make a decision for the people of Huai County and for the sixty-five people who died unjustly."

Lin Qingyuan kowtowed again, and without waiting for Rong Yan and the others to speak, he continued, "Lingnan is located in the prosperous south, and the people were originally safe and sound. Unfortunately, disasters befell us. There were years of drought, and the crops failed. Then there were heavy rains, and the wheat in the fields was drowned early. For a time, it was difficult for the people to even travel. When I first arrived in Huai County, I saw chaos everywhere, and the city was full of refugees. It is not an exaggeration to say that there was widespread grief. However, the runners sent to Beijing to deliver the letter never returned. I sent ten people, but nothing came of them."

"Later, I personally led a team of 25 people. After overcoming many difficulties and obstacles along the way, I was just one step away from entering the capital."

Lin Qingyuan began to choke up as he spoke. If a man of integrity encounters something sad, he will also cry.

"When we reached Baisha Town, a large number of assassins set up an ambush. Fortunately, one of the ten people we had sent earlier escaped and risked his life to deliver the cloth to me. He also informed me that Prince Shun wanted to give up Huai County. Twenty-four of his followers came to save my life. I have guarded these thirty-four words of injustice day and night, hoping that one day I can personally hand them over to someone I can trust."

"Sixty-five words of injustice, what about the other thirty-one people?" Tang Mumu didn't even notice when her voice began to choke.

Lin Qingyuan held the cloth as if he was holding some rare treasure, his lips trembling, and he couldn't even speak. Tang Mumu and Ji Chu turned their heads away, unable to bear to look at Lin Qingyuan anymore. However, in just two days, the high-spirited Lord Lin who had greeted them at the beginning was nowhere to be found.

"Where are Lord Lin's family now?" Song Jinyu seemed to have thought of something and asked quickly.

Hearing this, Lin Qingyuan lowered his head. He didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

"There are thirty-two people in the Lin Mansion. Lord Lin, were the other thirty-one words of injustice written on the cloth written by you for the people in the mansion?"

Tang Mumu didn't even know how she asked this question. Lin Qingyuan had thought of everything. For the sake of the people of Huai County, he really gave up the entire Lin Mansion. He left marks on the cloth for everyone in the Lin Mansion, but he didn't write the words of injustice for himself. All the dead were heroes, and only Lin Qingyuan was a sinner.

The bloodstains on the cloth had not yet dried, and were bright red and glaring. Although Lin Qingyuan, who was kneeling in the wind, lowered his head, his body was still straight and strong. He was like an old tree that had been tempered for many years. Perhaps the old tree would disintegrate in the wind in the next moment, but before disappearing, it would still try its best to shelter the grass living under the protection of the old tree from wind and rain.

Rong Yan bent down and helped Lin Qingyuan up, then bowed to him. Seeing this, Lin Qingyuan was about to kneel down again, but Song Jinyu supported him.

"Lord Lin is righteous, and I admire him."

Lin Qingyuan handed the cloth to Rong Yan with trembling hands, and said as if he had used up all his strength: "There is a small hole under the desk in the house in the backyard of the government office. Inside is the life story of 34 yamen runners. If there is a chance in the future, please take the trouble to erect a monument for them."

Rong Yan clenched the cloth in his hand, as if the wound on his body began to ache again.

"Your Highness should not go to the government office. He can't wait any longer. The most urgent thing is to return to the capital as soon as possible and present the cloth to His Majesty. The people of Huai County depend on Your Highness and Lord Song."

Yes, Huai County is under the rule of Prince Shun, and the "he" Lin Qingyuan is referring to can only be Prince Shun.

After Lin Qingyuan finished speaking, he bowed to Rong Yan and Song Jinyu again, which made people feel very uncomfortable. Ji Chu grabbed Tang Mumu who wanted to go forward, and shook his head at her with red eyes.

"Master Lin, take care. If possible, I hope you can enjoy the happiness of family life."

Lin Qingyuan smiled bitterly. He would never have the chance to enjoy family happiness in this life. The entire Lin family must be waiting for him in the underworld. If he went too late, they would probably be anxious.