Wife is hell

Chapter 55 Rainy Night, No Knife, No Umbrella

"You really know how to enjoy yourself."

A cold voice suddenly rang out, and Tang Jinxian appeared outside the cell at some unknown time.

The woman was dressed in a dark black outfit, with a dark red velvet cloak over it, and her posture was upright.

The flickering light from the torches on the wall cast a long, slender silhouette on her.

The large gourd on her lapel cast an exaggerated shadow on the wall, creating a stark contrast with her cool and jade-like face.

"Tomorrow is only the third day, aren't we too early?"

Jiang Mu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Could it be that Yu Zhengqing can't hold on any longer and is planning to send you to me for help?"

Tang Jinxian slowly shook her head:
“He didn’t come to me, nor did he send his men to me for help.”

"Quite stubborn."

Jiang Mu clicked his tongue. "But I can understand. The Patrol Office is such a large government office. If solving cases were entirely dependent on a lowly constable like me, you would certainly lose face."

"You can make us proud."

Tang Jinxian's words carried a deeper meaning.

Jiang Mu took out the apple that Shi Yuhuan had given him from his pocket, took a bite, and mumbled:
"Let's talk about it when Uncle An comes back. If he agrees to let me join the patrol office, then I'll naturally be happy to be your sugar daddy."

"Pah! What do you mean by 'keeping someone'!"

Tang Jinxian blushed and spat.

She noticed that the boy was becoming increasingly outspoken, and she would have to keep him in check once they got out.

It's not a good thing for young people to be too arrogant; their aunties need to teach them a lesson.

Let's get down to business.

Jiang Mu suppressed his smile and looked at the woman. "The fact that Chief Tang has come in person doesn't mean he's here just to chat with me."

Tang Jinxian's cold, jade-like face flickered in the firelight as she spoke, "Mo Kunhai wanted to discuss a deal with me, but I refused."

"It seems I'm not going to get out."

Jiang Mu smiled.

Tang Jinxian frowned slightly: "You guessed it?"

Jiang Mu laughed and said, "It's easy to guess. If it were just for the remnants of the Spirit Cult, that Envoy Gan Xuan would have been enough. Why would the Ministry of Justice get involved? Clearly, Lord Mo has other purposes."

Furthermore, there were no other major cases in Yancheng at the time that warranted the personal visit of a senior official, and the matter was being handled discreetly... After much thought, the only one that came to mind was the Wu case.

It seems that Madam Wu, a fifth-rank lady, truly possesses extraordinary skills; she actually managed to pull her precious son back from the brink of death.

Tang Jinxian looked at him as if he were a monster.

This guy... is really scary.

Do all idiots become this smart after they recover?

Women even think about making themselves a little dumber.

How can I become stupid?
She suddenly remembered a saying that the eldest princess once said: "Pregnancy makes you stupid for three years."

How about trying to get pregnant?

Bah Bah!

What am I thinking about.

Tang Jinxian's pretty face flushed, and she cursed herself for thinking too far-fetched.

She coughed lightly and said seriously:
"Don't worry, Wu is definitely dead. I will never let the Ministry of Justice get involved in this case. Tomorrow, I will also take you away. No one can stop me, Tang Jinxian, from protecting those I want to protect!"

This woman is so domineering!
Jiang Mu secretly gave it a thumbs up, suddenly feeling like a domineering CEO protecting his little wife.

Yes, he is his little darling wife.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Tang Jinxian's tone turned somber.
"The Yang family is causing trouble for you and the Shi family again. The deaths of Young Master Yang and Madam Yang are both related to you. They have lost their minds."

Jiang Mu's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Are my aunt and the others alright?"

"It's alright, I've already sent people to keep an eye on things, you don't need to worry."

Tang Jinxian reassured them, "I have also personally negotiated with the Yang family, but... in their grief over the loss of a loved one, they are bound to act impulsively. But don't worry, with me here, they won't dare to do anything rash."

Jiang Mu remained indifferent, his fingertips tracing the cool lines of the Eastern Emperor's Primordial Bell in his palm, and said calmly:

“I understand. After all, their son and wife are dead. It’s understandable that they acted impulsively. I understand them… Yes, I really understand.” Tang Jinxian frowned slightly.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt a chilling killing intent emanating from the other person.

A chilling killing intent emanated from her.

Just as she was about to say a few more words of comfort to the other party, Jiang Mu suddenly smiled and casually asked:

"By the way, who is the Yang family's backer? Is it only Yu Zhengqing?"

Tang Jinxian shook her head: "Yu Zhengqing is their backer, but their relationship is not very solid."

On the one hand, Yu Zhengqing had married into the Yang family in his early years and suffered a lot of humiliation. Later, with the help of the Yang family's resources, he became a godfather and was able to enter the patrol office, climbing step by step to where he is now.

On the other hand, Yu Zhengqing's wife was actually the adopted daughter of the Yang family, the daughter of Yang's old friend. After Yang's old friend passed away, she did not have a good situation in the Yang family.

It is said that long ago, before Yu Zhengqing became successful, his wife spoke up for him, which angered Madam Yang, who kicked her, causing her to miscarry.

This also meant that Mrs. Yu was unable to have any more children.

If it weren't for the kindness of Old Master Yang in raising him in the past, given Yu Zhengqing's temperament, he would have severed ties with the Yang family long ago after gaining power.

The couple now have their own place to live and rarely visit the Yang residence.

Jiang Mu suddenly realized: "That makes sense... No wonder Yu Zhengqing wasn't sad at all when her brother-in-law and mother-in-law died."

"Actually, the Yang family's real backer is Yang Chenxuan, the second young master of the Yang family."

Tang Jinxian's eyes flickered as she spoke.

"He is currently cultivating at the Baiyang Academy of Confucianism. The Baiyang Academy is one of the six major sects of the Great Qian Dynasty, with intricate ties to the imperial court and a transcendent status."

At this point, she recalled the comment made by the eldest princess, who was also a disciple of Baiyang Academy, about Yang Chenxuan:

"It appears gentle and graceful like a snow rabbit, but upon closer inspection, it reveals its ferocity, like a jackal."

His personality can be seen from this.

"It seems... this will ultimately leave behind a future trouble," Jiang Mu murmured to himself.

"what?"

Tang Jinxian didn't hear clearly.

Jiang Mu shook his head, a slight smile curving his lips:
"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a bit sentimental. It might be a coincidence that one bad seed appears in a family. Two bad seeds indicate a problem with family education. Three bad seeds, on the other hand, mean that this family is... utterly rotten."

Tang Jinxian frowned slightly, but did not refute.

The Yang family tradition is indeed as described.

……

After Tang Jinxian left, Jiang Mu lay back down on the haystack.

Gazing at the dark, cold stone wall above him, the last trace of warmth in the man's eyes gradually faded, and he murmured to himself:

“Hatred only breeds more hatred, leading to a never-ending cycle of revenge… Therefore, the most thorough solution is to physically eliminate it at its root.”

"Well, then let's destroy it."

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Boom——

Thunder roared in the night sky.

A pale flash of lightning tore through the night, illuminating the torrential rain outside the prison cell.

The wind whipped up raindrops that pounded against the stone wall with a crackling sound.

It was past midnight.

Because of Jiang Mu's special status, there were no prison guards patrolling this prison area.

Jiang Mu, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up, holding a bell, and his figure, like a ghost, passed through the solid prison wall, silently merging into the pitch-black, stormy night outside.

On a rainy night, there was neither an umbrella nor a knife.

But it's a murderous force!

　Thank you to "I hate eating fish" for the tip.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)