Wife is hell

Chapter 26 Yan Qingshan's Purpose!

The Night Patrol Division, in the chief's private courtyard.

After a busy day, Tang Jinxian was now comfortably soaking in the bathtub, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

The misty steam bathed her skin in a soft pink hue, while a few flower petals floated on the water's surface, emitting a delicate fragrance.

Perhaps the water temperature was too comfortable, and she found herself in a rare moment of leisure.

With slender fingers, she gathered the petals in her palm, blew gently, and watched them swirl and drift away on the water.

Occasionally, she would subtly splash water with her toes, her slender ankles and pearly toes appearing and disappearing beneath the ripples, having a wonderful time.

She spent the entire night acting like a pet, and today she's been running around for the case. Plus, the "burden" she's carrying is really cumbersome. She's truly exhausted.

But despite the physical fatigue, I felt quite excited inside.

This thorny case of spiritual disaster has finally been solved.

Although the process was somewhat bumpy, the result was satisfactory, enough to allow her, the newly appointed head, to gain a firm foothold and silence some gossip.

Of course, the greatest contributor was none other than Mu Jiang.

If it weren't for this kid, whether this case could even be solved would be another matter entirely.

"Mujiang..."

The image of the man flashed through Tang Jinxian's mind, and her heart was filled with complex emotions.

This guy is someone you both hate and love.

They are both afraid of getting too close to the other person, and yet they desperately want to keep them by their side and use them for their own purposes.

What a headache.

Tang Jinxian subconsciously touched her lower abdomen and murmured, "This spiritual object... is there really no solution at all?"

The woman's face flushed as she imagined herself wagging her tail and fawning over him like a pet.

For some reason, I had a slightly strange feeling.

Unfortunately, the eldest princess went to Baiyang Academy.

Otherwise, we could try borrowing her spiritual object; perhaps that could solve her predicament.

However, I have already written her a letter. Given our relationship, that woman should come to help.

"Never mind, things will work themselves out."

She shook her head, shaking off her worries, scooped up a ladle of hot water, and slowly poured it over her shoulders to begin washing her body.

The delicate water flowed over the skin...

When cleaning reached the "worst-hit areas," Tang Jinxian couldn't help but lift the burden that was causing her so much trouble. Suddenly, she felt a pang of self-pity and sighed softly:

"These two are so heavy that their shoulders and backs ache all day long, and they can't even lie down and sleep peacefully. I didn't think much of it when I was younger, but now I find them increasingly troublesome. If they could be smaller, even smaller, even just one size smaller, I would be content."

The beautiful woman couldn't help but complain about the injustice of God.

Why torture her like this?

"Dangdang..."

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by the voice of the female official Xiuxiu: "My lord, the constable Mu requests an audience, saying he has something important to report."

Mujiang?

Tang Jinxian sat up abruptly, her body trembling with discomfort.

What is this guy doing here at this hour?
The beautiful woman frowned her delicate eyebrows.

Although she had her doubts, she knew that Mu Jiang would not have come at this time unless he really had something to do.

"Hold on."

Tang Jinxian quickly got up, grabbed a soft towel from the screen to dry herself, and hurriedly changed into a moon-white everyday silk dress.

While drying her wet hair with a towel, she walked around the screen and said calmly, "Let him in."

"Yes."

The door was pushed open, and Jiang Mu hurriedly stepped into the room.

Tang Jinxian was sitting sideways on the embroidered stool, tilting her head slightly as she wiped the water droplets from her hair.

From this angle, the curves of a woman's back and hips are particularly striking.

Like mountains quietly connected under the moonlight, they are full of the rich and peaceful beauty of Mother Earth.

"What business do you have with me?" Seemingly realizing that her behavior was somewhat inappropriate in front of a man, Tang Jinxian gathered her wet hair with one hand, straightened her posture slightly, and resumed the aloofness of a high-ranking official.

Jiang Mu bowed respectfully, his tone grave: "Lord Commander, we've been deceived by Yan Qingshan!"

"what?"

Tang Jinxian blinked, not quite understanding at first.

Jiang Mu said in a deep voice, "Yan Qingshan suffered external injuries there and is no longer able to perform sexual acts."

Tang Jinxian was stunned and stared at him blankly.

A moment later, she suddenly realized what was happening, stood up abruptly, gathered her wet, black hair with one hand, and strode over to Jiang Mu. Her pretty face instantly turned ugly.

"you sure?"

Jiang Mu nodded: "This subordinate confirms."

"That...that..."

Tang Jinxian's thoughts raced, and she was momentarily confused. "So, the one who assaulted those women... was Wu?"

"No way!"

"Could it be... there's a third murderer?"

"No, there were only two murderers! Wu was the main culprit who held the magical artifact, and there was another accomplice who committed the abuse. There was absolutely no third person involved."

Jiang Mu's tone was absolutely certain.

Tang Jinxian was not a dull person; she instantly understood Jiang Mu's implied meaning, and her beautiful eyes widened slightly:

"You mean... Yan Qingshan is taking the blame for the real accomplice?"

"Yes."

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Mu's eyes. "We thought that gambling addict Yang Wushun was a scapegoat, but now it seems that was just a smokescreen to mislead us."

Yan Qingshan is the real scapegoat!

When he realized he could no longer hide the truth for that person, he deliberately put on a show in front of us to confirm his identity as the sadistic murderer!
From beginning to end, we were all manipulated by him!

Tang Jinxian was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Why didn't Wu expose him?"

"Because Wu also needs him to take the blame!"

Jiang Mu calmly analyzed,
“As long as Yan Qingshan takes the blame for all the crimes, and if Wu’s mother pulls things up in secret, there might still be a glimmer of hope. Moreover, given Wu’s personality, he would be happy to see us being played.”

Tang Jinxian gasped.

I thought the case was closed, but it turned out to be just a cover-up.

These people are still playing mind games.

“So,” she steadied herself, her gaze fixed intently on Jiang Mu, “who exactly is the person Yan Qingshan is willing to die to take the blame for?”

As she asked the question, the woman vaguely thought of an answer.

After all, only the person you care about most would be willing to give up their life to take the blame for someone else.

She immediately went to the desk, found Yan Qingshan's files, and quickly reviewed them.

"Yan Qingshan has two sons. The elder son, Yan Feng, is seventeen years old and was born to him and his ex-wife. The younger son is nine years old and was born to him and his current wife. So..."

Tang Jinxian narrowed her phoenix eyes, "The most likely candidate is his eldest son, Yan Feng!"

Jiang Mu nodded slightly and said:
"Does Your Excellency still remember what Madam Wu said when she angrily berated Yan Qingshan?"

She yelled, "Back then, you killed your own wife for that vixen!"

“I believe there must be more to this story than meets the eye, and it has had a profound impact on Yan Feng. Otherwise, it would be difficult for a child from a normal family to develop such a violent temperament.”

"But whether it is him or not, only we can confirm it ourselves."

Jiang Mu recalled the Yan Qingshan family he had seen when he left the patrol office.

His wife was crying and protesting her innocence at the time.

The young child looked bewildered and huddled to one side.

The eldest son, Yan Feng, who looked bewildered and timid, followed quietly behind.

He also appears to be left-handed.

Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous person was actually the most perverted murderer!

(End of this chapter)