There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

"I'd be so grateful if you didn't cause me so much trouble like you do now."

Jiang Mo rolled his eyes, raised his hand and gently patted Yan Lingji's side hip in response, then put her down from his arms amidst her soft moan, and began looking around for his clothes.

"Why pretend to be a gentleman in front of me?"

"I don't mind, so why are you being so awkward?"

Leaning lazily against the dressing table, Yan Lingji raised her leg in an elegant arc, her toes, adorned with bright red nail polish, slightly curled up, lifting the clothes that had fallen to her feet and sending them flying towards Jiang Mo's face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Can't you think about something serious? Stop thinking about those weird things..."

Jiang Mo, who had just caught the clothes and put them on, sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

It's unclear whether Yan Lingji is bored and has no goals after rescuing Wushuang Gui, but now she spends all her time trying to stir up trouble between him and Zi Nu.

Jiang Mo was completely at a loss for how to react.

Accept it gladly. I have a feeling there's something fishy going on behind this. After all, Yan Lingji and Zi Nu used to be at odds. Why is their attitude suddenly reversed and they're so eager to bring her home?

Even if a wife takes the initiative to help her husband take a concubine in order to continue the family line, she wouldn't be this impatient!

Besides, there's nothing wrong with carrying on the family line.

Results don't come so quickly. We're still working diligently right now!

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Perhaps Yan Lingji was plotting to trap him. If Jiang Mo actually falls for it, she might use this as leverage against him all the time.

But it doesn't seem like Yan Lingji was just testing the waters.

Not to mention that Jiang Mo has already stated his position several times, more importantly, whenever Yan Lingji mentions this matter, the thoughts he gleaned from her mind through the Eternal Bond Gu are often genuinely deep in thought.

There seems to be a hint of admiration for Zi Nu mixed in with it...

Jiang Mo remained noncommittal about whether to accept Yan Lingji's help, but he did feel that he should indeed find something for her to keep busy.

After all, when people are idle, they tend to overthink.

"Serious business? Let me think... Hmm, what would you like to eat tonight? I can prepare it in advance."

Picking up her bathrobe and pulling it over herself, Yan Lingji slowly walked up to Jiang Mo.

Like a virtuous newlywed wife, she reached out to straighten the wrinkles in Jiang Mo's clothes and discussed dinner with a thoughtful expression.

"Oh, when did you learn this skill?"

Jiang Mo, who was fastening his belt, glanced at Yan Lingji with some surprise upon hearing this, his mind filled with images of the kitchen being blown to bits.

"Red bean paste or rice cake?"

"Snacks? Anything is fine, just pick what you like and prepare it. You don't have to wait for me to come back."

Upon hearing that it was just snacks, Jiang Mo immediately lost interest.

If normal meals could be the result of Yan Lingji's own efforts, then snacks, which are almost non-existent in Baiyue, could only have been taken from Zilanxuan.

At most, Yan Ling Ji can only be heated.

However, just as Jiang Mo turned to leave, Yan Lingji reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, dangling two stockings in front of his eyes with her fingertips, repeating the question from before:

"Red bean paste or rice cake?"

Staring at the black and white stockings in front of him, Jiang Mo fell into deep thought...

With a soft creak, the tightly closed door was pushed open. Before Nongyu could react, the white fox lying in her arms jumped down first.

Its fluffy tail wagged like a fan, circling around Jiang Mo incessantly.

Clearly, Jiang Mo has been spending all his time with Yan Lingji these days and hasn't had time to pay attention to the white fox, making the little guy quite lonely.

She wished she could grab Jiang Mo's trouser leg and climb all over him.

Compared to the white fox whose attention was entirely focused on Jiang Mo, Nongyu's gaze couldn't help but be drawn to the fleeting figure that appeared in her field of vision when the door opened.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Yan Lingji was lazily playing with her long, loose hair.

Although the screen obscured her view, making it difficult for Nongyu to see clearly, the faintly discernible, graceful curves were still exceptionally alluring.

Even Nongyu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, no wonder Sister Zinu had been so dejected lately.

Her nostrils twitched slightly as she caught a whiff of the unusually strong, lewd scent in the air. Nongyu couldn't help but blush slightly and secretly shake her head.

The other side beat us to it, and we've lost too much.

However, Nongyu remembered Zi Nu's special instructions and didn't say much to Jiang Mo. She simply led him to a particularly prestigious room in Zilan Pavilion.

"The person hasn't arrived yet? Looks like I'm not too late."

Jiang Mo glanced around the room and saw only the familiar figures of Zi Nu and Wei Zhuang. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down casually at the table.

Just as he was about to reach for the wine jug, Wei Zhuang's cold voice rang out:

"Han Fei failed to solve the case. According to the information brought by his spies, he hastily closed the case today in court due to pressure."

Chapter 69 Winning Twice

Looking coldly at Jiang Mo, Wei Zhuang seemed to be waiting for the other party to give him a reasonable explanation, an explanation that would convince him.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Zi Nu, who usually steps in to ease the tension at times like this, is now somewhat absent-minded, leaning against the window with a wine cup in her hand, seemingly lost in thought.

"Oh, I know, Uncle Wang, who was a key witness, is dead, right?"

Jiang Mo remained unfazed, showing no surprise at the plot developments in the original story. He knew everything about the two men's deaths, including how they died and who killed them.

The methods of committing violence are the poisonous arts of the Baiyue people.

The killer is Mo Ya.

In fact, if Jiang Mo had intended to stop it, he could have completely prevented the deaths of these two important witnesses and made the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the funds much smoother.

But he didn't do that.

After all, those two uncles were hardly benevolent people; they were just parasites who colluded with Ji Wuye.

By trampling them to death, Ji Wuye essentially cut his own feathers.

Jiang Mo was naturally delighted with this.

"Not only that, you said that Han Fei could prove it to us, but he hasn't even gotten the position of Minister of Justice yet."

Like Jiang Mo, Wei Zhuang was completely indifferent to the deaths of his two royal uncles.

He was clearly very concerned about Han Fei's situation, and it was Jiang Mo who had strongly recommended Han Fei to the two of them, which was why Wei Zhuang had agreed to give away the crucial clue, the Water-Dissolving Gold. But now, the evidence had been used, and the hope of solving the case seemed to have vanished.

Wei Zhuang naturally had to question Jiang Mo about it.

"Ha, even though he has a good reputation in South Korea, Zhang Kai is still a politician after all. It's not surprising that he would break his promise, is it?"

As he poured himself a drink, Jiang Mo spoke casually.

He deliberately paused slightly, waiting for Zi Nu to continue, but she didn't even glance at him, leaving Jiang Mo with no choice but to continue on his own:

"In my opinion, Zhang Kai's breaking of his promise actually proves Han Fei's ability."

"This old fox is very shrewd. He did not underestimate Han Fei just because he was young. He did not think of excluding him from the court just because he felt a little threatened."

"In the eyes of politicians, there are only stepping stones and stumbling blocks in the world."

Wei Zhuang clearly understood what Jiang Mo was trying to say, but he still seemed quite dissatisfied with Han Fei's performance:

"But if you can't even get out of this predicament, you deserve to be a stepping stone."

Shrugging, Jiang Mo was about to reveal a little information to avoid Wei Zhuang underestimating Han Fei and getting humiliated, when he heard Nongyu knock on the door:

"Sister Zi Nu, Young Master Han Fei requests an audience."

Jiang Mo and Wei Zhuang immediately shut up, waiting for their distinguished guest to appear. Zi Nu, on the other hand, seemed to have just come out of her reverie and finally stepped out of the window to leave.

"Brother Jiang? It's been a long time!"

As Han Fei entered the room, his gaze did not linger on Zi Nu who came to greet him, but instead immediately spotted Jiang Mo, who was drinking alone with his back to him. A look of delight immediately appeared on his face.

"It's been a long time. How have you been, Brother Han?"

Jiang Mo turned around gracefully, raised his wine cup to Han Fei, and exchanged a polite greeting.

"It's certainly not good."

Before Han Fei could even respond to Jiang Mo's pleasantries, Wei Zhuang had already turned his attention to Han Fei, launching a direct attack with a cold, indifferent voice:

"You said you would give me proof, but it seems like you lost badly."

"I'm afraid it wasn't worth my time that night."

The words Wei Zhuang was referring to were from the time not long ago when Han Fei used the Dragon Bone Eight Treasures Soup as a starting point to expose the lies of the two royal uncles, and then met Wei Zhuang for the first time at Zilan Pavilion.

As soon as they left Zilan Pavilion, they were attacked by ghost soldiers at night.

He nearly lost his life on the spot.

In the original anime, it was Zi Nu who came to the rescue at this time. However, Zi Nu has been in a bad mood lately and is indulging in busy work to numb herself, so she has no time to pay attention to what is happening outside Zi Lan Xuan.

The one who came to the rescue was Wei Zhuang, a freelancer.

This person's attitude was never kind. Even though he actually cared a lot about Han Fei's safety, he still spoke of the previous life-saving grace as if it were a cold transaction.

However, Han Fei did not care.

He smiled and sat down next to Jiang Mo. Before replying, he first poured himself a full cup of wine from the wine pot, and then calmly answered:

"I not only won this time, I won double!"

Hearing this unexpected and even somewhat shameless statement, not only was Wei Zhuang surprised, but even the absent-minded Zi Nu was drawn in, her beautiful eyes looking over curiously.

Then came Han Fei's classic theory of winning.

In short, he took the opportunity to use his guilt to pull Zhang Liang to his side, and also used the opportunity to make a show of peace and make the mastermind lower his guard.

In short, we win!

Win big!

If one were to follow Han Fei's logic, his words would indeed seem somewhat reasonable. However, the intelligent and perceptive Zi Nu was not fooled by his words and gently shook her head, saying: