After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

"I don't know." Yan Mobai said indifferently.

He didn't really care.

What he was thinking about now was that Anyang came in and closed the door. If that woman came back...

Turning his eyes to glance in the direction of the door, he stood up and prepared to open the door of the Accord.

"Because it was me who invited you to come here for a banquet." Anyang said.

Yan Mobai paused and turned back in surprise: "You?"

Anyang picked up the cup of tea in front of him, brought it to his lips and took a sip, then put the cup down and looked up.

"Yes, otherwise, who did Lord Yan think it was? Did he think it was his eldest sister-in-law who made the appointment?"

Yan Mobai looked coldly and pursed his lips slightly.

Anyang watched.

She found that this man was really amazing. Even in this situation, his expression remained calm.

Yan Mobai lifted his robe and sat back, then spoke slowly.

"So, you asked someone to imitate the handwriting and threatened Chunlan to help you deliver the letter?"

Anyang curved lips.

Don't you even call me Your Highness?

Just you, you, and yours.

"The first half of your sentence is correct, but the second half is wrong. The one who delivered the letter was not that woman's maid, but my maid in disguise."

Yan Mobai was not surprised at all. He remembered what Chi Feng said, that it was Chunlan who stuffed a letter into his hand and left without saying a word.

Because if you open your mouth you'll be exposed.

"Everyone says that Lord Yan, the Minister of the Dali Temple, is very observant and can see through everything. I thought these little tricks could not fool Lord Yan." Anyang said with a smile.

Yan Mobai said nothing.

It was he who was careless.

It's not that he didn't have doubts. When he saw the letter, he felt that it was not like that woman's behavior.

Now that I think about it, it’s actually full of loopholes.

The woman clearly left the ancient temple first yesterday, so how could she know that he went back to look at the wishing note?

If you want to talk to him about something, the safest place is to go to his Fuxue Garden in the mansion. How could you make an appointment in a place like this?

How could Chunlan deliver the letter without saying a word?

So many doubts.

He believed it without knowing why.

Thinking about it now, he himself found it incredible.

Anyang picked up the cup and took another sip of tea: "It seems that love is something that can cloud a person's mind no matter how wise he is."

Yan Mobai's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes turned darker: "Your Highness, be careful with your words!"

The tone was not harsh, but the warning was obvious.

Anyang smiled.

"Isn't it? If someone else had invited you today, would you have come? Even if I had invited you, you wouldn't have come. It has to be her, your eldest sister-in-law."

Yesterday, when she saw Ning Pan's wish note, she thought it was just this woman's wishful thinking and a foolish dream.

How could a man of destiny like Yan Mobai like a woman like that?

Thinking about it at night, I felt that something was wrong.

What normal brother-in-law would go back to peek at his sister-in-law's wish even though he had already left?

And that day, she just slapped that woman in the face.

The man asked her a series of questions on the spot, questioning her faults and even left her, regardless of the fact that he was accompanying her according to her father's order.

Therefore, she felt that this man had ulterior motives towards Ning Panding.

The fact that such a letter brought him here today further proved that her guess was correct.

Yan Mobai's black eyes were deep and his thin lips were pursed into a cold straight line.

Anyang looked at him and shook his head: "I can't understand, what else is good about a woman like that, except for her looks?"

"She is just my elder sister-in-law." Yan Mobai spoke word by word, his eyes becoming even colder.

Anyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You mean, she's the only one who covets you?"

"She only treats me as her uncle, why would she covet me?" Yan Mobai said indifferently.

Anyang burst out laughing, as if he had heard a joke.

"Then what is this?"

She took out a red cloth strip from her sleeve and slapped it on the table.

Yan Mobai took a glance and saw that it was the wish note from the woman yesterday.

Anyang pointed at the cloth strip and said, "She wrote this herself."

"She wrote it herself, but she wrote about my brother. When she first met him in Jiangnan, my brother lied to her that he was the second child in a poor family. So she has been calling my brother 'Erlang' ever since." Yan Mobai said calmly.

Anyang naturally didn't believe it.

"How about we take this wish note to the emperor and have him explain it to us and see if he believes it?"

Yan Mobai lowered his eyes, and a cold light flashed in them.

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

"What exactly does Your Highness want? Just tell me directly."

"Let's make a deal." Anyang said.

Yan Mobai looked at her.

"What deal?"

"Go and ask for permission from my father, and tell him that you like me and want to be my consort. Then I will forgive you and treat the past as a clean affair between you and your sister-in-law, as if nothing had ever happened."

Yan Mobai was not surprised at the conditions she proposed.

His pupils narrowed slightly, and his voice was as cold as ice hitting stone: "Nothing ever happened between me and her."

"But it's a fact that she covets you!" Anyang pointed at the red cloth in front of him.

"I know you will definitely say that it doesn't mention any names. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that what she wrote is very pointed, and it is referring to you, Erlang of the Yan family."

"You can also say that this was not written by her and her name is not on it."

"But, you are the Minister of Dali Temple, you should know better than us that handwriting can be verified. You have a special department for this in Dali Temple, right? There is also one in the palace."

"We'll know if it was written by her once we check it out." Anyang looked determined.

"Also, I am a princess. As long as I personally testify to this matter, the impact of this matter will not be small."

"In today's world, a woman's reputation is more important than her life. By then, her reputation will be ruined, and people won't care whether this is true or not. They will drown her with spit. How can you let her live?"

"Of course, if you choose to sacrifice her and clear yourself of all charges by saying that she was just unrequitedly in love with you, that's another matter."

"But, in this case, she will have no chance to survive."

As Anyang spoke, he spread his hands and admired the nail polish that had just been painted on his nails.

After saying that, he raised his eyes to look at Yan Mobai who had remained silent, waiting for his decision.

The corners of Yan Mobai's mouth curled up coldly, and his voice was as cold as ice: "I hate being threatened the most."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his arm, and a strong wind flew out from under his black sleeves, wrapping up the red cloth on the table. He closed his five fingers and the cloth was in his hand.

Then, he pinched it and the red crumbs fell out from between his bony fingers, fluttering down.

Anyang watched in shock as the strip of cloth instantly turned to ashes in his hands.

What a strong internal force!

"You destroyed the evidence!"

Yan Mobai patted his hands to get rid of the foam on his palms, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly.

"Otherwise, Your Highness, why do you think I have been talking with Your Highness here for so long?"

Anyang's face froze.

What he meant was that if it wasn't for this wishing stick, he wouldn't want to talk to her at all?

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "Yan Mobai, I am a princess. If you offend me, you will suffer the consequences."

"I have done everything I can to live up to my loyalty to the emperor and the people. I have a clear conscience. Your Highness, it is your business to decide what fruit you want to give me, but I believe that the emperor will make a wise decision."

Anyang's face was distorted with anger.

She actually used her father to pressure her.

Seeing Yan Mobai stand up and prepare to leave, she smiled again and said with a click of the tongue: "What a pity, what a pity."

Yan Mobai ignored her and walked towards the door with his long legs.

Anyang smiled coldly at his back:

"It's a pity for two reasons. First, the woman you were reluctant to sacrifice is currently meeting another man. Second, the wish note you just destroyed is a fake one. The one she wrote is still in my hands."