Chapter 598: Who Is so Cruel?

"If she really had anything to do with Feng Yin, she would definitely not say anything!" Mu Jin grabbed Wei Yuanxi and said.

"Then what should we do? Maybe that child is Feng Yin's?" Wei Yuanwei narrowed her eyes and looked at Mu Jin.

Mu Jin's eyes were deep: "Let's observe this matter for a few days. After all, none of us can confirm it. We can't just make casual guesses because a child looks similar to us. If this is the case, Fan and I will Don’t all similar children become my children?”

Mu Jin said half seriously and half jokingly.

Wei Yuanwei smiled, but then the smile disappeared from the corners of her lips, and she said slightly worriedly: "Tell me, will the princess of that year still be alive?"

Mu Jin heard Wei Yuanwei starting to think in this direction, her face remained calm, but her words were very firm: "I have been looking for her for so long. If she was still alive, I should have found her long ago. There is no way that the Crown Princess is still alive. Yes, my uncle killed everyone in the Crown Prince’s uterus, and he didn’t even spare the Crown Princess’s dog, so how could he spare the Crown Princess?”

Wei Yuanwei listened, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

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

"Don't think about things all the time. Why don't you go get some sleep?" Mu Jin rubbed Wei Yuanwei's hair and coaxed softly: "Don't always think about things that don't exist and are impossible. This will only add to your troubles." !”

"But what if the Crown Princess is really still alive?" Wei Yuanwei looked at Mu Jin with burning eyes.

Mu Jin also looked straight at Wei Yuanwei with her deep and calm eyes. Both of them wanted to read something from each other's eyes. Wei Yuanwei wanted the answer, but she didn't know what it should be. s answer.

Mu Jin wanted to give it, but even he didn't know what to do.

"Go and sleep for a while. We will go to Mozhu Mountain in a few days!" Mu Jin did not answer Wei Yuanwei's question directly.

Wei Yuanwei nodded and went to bed obediently.

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

She couldn't let her thoughts wander just because of some random things.

Mu Jin walked into the kitchen, fetched water and washed the pots and dishes, her elegant mist-like eyes reflecting the water splashes.

If that woman knew Feng Yin, then she must be good at martial arts, but he didn't feel the other person's inner strength just now.

Could it be said that her internal strength was also destroyed?

After washing the last bowl, Mu Jin made up her mind to visit that family tonight.

As long as you see her face, won't everything be revealed?

Why should he be so worried?

The night was lonely, and three days had passed. Mu Jin opened her eyes, and her dark eyes seemed to be completely integrated with the night. She turned her head and looked at the sleeping Wei Yuanwei.

Mu Jin carefully lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then quietly walked out the door.

Under the low eaves, there were several bamboo poles as thick as bowls stretched across them, and they were covered with wet clothes.

At first glance, the materials of the clothes are not affordable for the poor, and the styles include both men and women.

The identity of the owner of this house is naturally self-evident.

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

Mu Jin had no choice but to go up to the roof and enter the house from the roof.

This house can be said to be very simple. Apart from a bed, a table, chairs and a wardrobe, there is almost nothing else.

The furniture was obviously picked up. There was a sewing basket on a table covered with knife marks, and next to it was a pile of clothes that had not yet been mended.

The woman was lying in front of the table very tiredly, holding the clothes she was mending in her hand.

The candles had burned out, and the moonlight in front of the window shone in, falling just on the woman's veil.

As soon as Mu Jin's tall figure walked in, he blocked most of the dim moonlight.

Generally, people who wear veils are either disfigured or cannot let others see their appearance.

Mu Jin stretched out her hand and slowly lifted the veil. Under the bright moonlight, a brown scar fell into Mu Jin's eyes.

Mu Jin's eyes moved and he stopped. Who is so cruel? He actually ruined the woman's appearance in this way.

Seeing this, Mu Jin felt more and more that this woman might be related to Feng Yin.

Mu Jin continued to lift the veil on the woman's face, and more and more scars pierced into Mu Jin's eyes like thorns. It was really too cruel.

He originally thought there was only a scar on the woman's face, but the more he lifted the veil, the more scars on her face were revealed, almost taking up the woman's entire face.

What kind of blood feud does the person who did this have with this woman?

Just by looking at the woman's facial features and skin, you can tell that this woman must have been dignified and elegant before. Perhaps it was because she had covered her face with a veil all year round. The skin on her face was extremely white and delicate.

However, Mu Jin looked at the woman's hands again. Those hands looked like those of an old woman in her thirties or forties. Due to years of washing clothes and soaking in water, the skin of her hands had long lost its elasticity, and her fingers were covered with large and small bruises. Small hand calluses.

Totally inconsistent with her age.

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

He didn't know what this woman had gone through before. She looked like a lady, but she was reduced to making a living by washing clothes and mending clothes for others.

Mu Jin walked towards the bed. In the dark night, Mu Jin's foot accidentally stepped on the scissors that fell on the ground.

A "click" sound, although very slight, still woke up the woman lying on the table.

"Who are you?" As soon as the woman opened her eyes and saw a figure standing in front of her, she immediately called out, and then looked for something in the needlework blue.

After seeing the face of the person in front of her clearly, all the woman's vigilance and fear turned into a kind of powerlessness in an instant. However, just after a second, she lowered her eyes and spoke in a soft and low voice. A bit strange: "Who are you? Why do you come to our house? If you don't leave, I will call you?"

As the woman spoke, she stepped back, her almond-shaped eyes not daring to look directly at Mu Jin's face.

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

The woman's shoulders trembled uncontrollably and she shook her head: "I don't know you, get out of here quickly!"

Mu Jin's dark eyes looked at the woman from top to bottom, and then continued: "Your voice seems familiar to me!"