Wife is hell

Chapter 54 The Mysterious Woman in Prison
Inside the main hall of the Imperial Patrol Office.

Yu Zhengqing stared at the corpse of the young master of the Yun family, his face calm and expressionless.

The body was discovered at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM).

However, based on the autopsy results, the time of death was in the late afternoon (3-5 PM).

He died of suffocation.

Looking at the small body, Zhang Huan sighed, "I never expected that the victim this time would be the young master of the Yun family, an innocent child who was only twelve years old."

"They may not be innocent."

Yu Zhengqing said indifferently, "Since the murderer committed a revenge killing and had a clear target, it is clear that this child and his brother must have been involved in some shady dealings, which led to their deaths."

He glanced at Huang Kezi, whose face was grim.
"Didn't I order you to send people to protect all potential targets? Isn't this young master of the Yun family within your protection scope?"

Huang Kezi couldn't help but curse, and said angrily:
"Damn it! The Yun family thought we were there to spy on them, and they absolutely refused to let our men into the inner courtyard. Plus, this little brat is so unruly; he used a slingshot to drive our brothers away, so..."

Yu Zhengqing smirked: "He brought this upon himself."

The others also secretly cursed the Yun family for being foolish.

"Now it seems that the clues Mu Jiang provided were correct."

Yu Zhengqing pushed a sheet of paper listing names in front of everyone. "The next target will inevitably be connected to the previous four victims. Who do you all think it will be?"

Everyone stared at the names on the paper, lost in thought.

Zhang Huan hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself and spoke:
"My lord, perhaps... we should ask Steward Tang to go to the prison and ask Mu Jiang? After all, Steward Tang is one of our patrol officers, so having her handle it wouldn't be a loss of face for us."

Huang Kezi, who was standing to the side, wanted to retort, but he remembered that he had recently made a vow to "swallow feces" and that the deadline was approaching but progress was slow. So he swallowed his words and shut his mouth in frustration.

Yu Zhengqing shook his head: "It's not time yet, and besides, Manager Tang won't help us."

Zhang Huan said somewhat defiantly:
"If you can't bring yourself to do it, I will! Mu Jiang will be released tomorrow, and I will personally prepare generous gifts and go to his home to ask for his help!"

Huang Kezi couldn't help but mock, "You have no ambition at all."

Zhang Huan glanced at him and asked, "What, is Hall Master Huang so eager to taste the stench of excrement?"

Huang Kezi fell silent.

"Mu Jiang cannot be released."

Yu Zhengqing suddenly said.

Zhang Huan was taken aback and frowned, saying, "Chief Tang only gave Lord Mo a three-day deadline, which is tomorrow."

Yu Zhengqing picked up the cooled tea, took a sip, and said calmly:
"Let me give you a heads-up. Mo Kunhai from the Ministry of Justice's Department of Civil Affairs was actually invited by Madam Wu through her connections."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Zhang Huan instantly understood and exclaimed in surprise:
"Could it be that Madam Wu really submitted a memorial to the Emperor pleading for leniency? And... did he approve it?"

Lady Wu, holding the title of Fifth-Rank Lady, had the right to directly report to the Emperor.

Yu Zhengqing said slowly:

"I don't know the specifics, but Mo Kunhai is indeed here for Wu. Right now, Chief Inspector Tang insists on sentencing Wu to death, and Mo Kunhai must find a way to get her to back down."

The case of Mu Jiang provided him with an excellent bargaining chip. Therefore, he would never release him easily. He would definitely use Mu Jiang to make a deal with Manager Tang.

Zhang Huan was both puzzled and indignant:

"Chief Tang has thoroughly investigated the case and found the culprits to be Wu and Yan Feng! Under these circumstances, would the higher-ups still dare to forcibly exonerate Wu? If this matter gets out, how can public anger be quelled?"

"An acquittal is naturally impossible."

Yu Zhengqing said, "In the end, the sentence will most likely be exile. Although exile is a life-or-death situation, if someone is pulling strings behind the scenes, one might not be unable to survive."

"grass!"

Zhang Huan slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups rattle.

Others also looked grim.

Despite their long-standing animosity towards Tang Jinxian, they shared a common aversion to Wu, a man of utter depravity.

It would be an injustice if such a person didn't die.

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Inside the cell.

"In this fleeting moment, heaven grants us a chance to rest, where we can sleep amidst the grass and flowers. We can adorn our cloud-like hair, our red pines and green foliage contrasting beautifully… We wish we could curl up like flesh, making the sun shine with rouge and raindrops, a truly delightful sight…"

The delicate and melodious opera singing, with a touch of languid charm, echoed softly in the empty prison.

Like spring water flowing through the crevices of rocks.

Jiang Mu closed his eyes, his fingers tapping on his thigh in time with the melody.

He's been enjoying some peace and quiet these past few days.

They either chat and brag with the "talented" guys next door, or leisurely listen to the songs of cross-dressing men.

Shi Yuhua delivered different delicious meals every day, and also brought along copied talismans for Jiang Mu to check.

It must be said that this woman is very talented in drawing talismans. Her brushstrokes are delicate and even, almost indistinguishable from the original talisman.

This made Jiang Mu feel somewhat emotional.

She is gentle and beautiful, skilled in housework, an excellent cook, and meticulous and reliable in her work. She is simply the perfect template for a virtuous wife.

As for infertility and muteness, these can be cured.

Jiang Mu even considered asking Uncle An to propose marriage to the Shi family when Uncle An returned.

As for whether his ex-wife will have any objections.

Forget it, all I have left are my two hands, what complaints can I possibly have?

Besides, he even tasted his senior sister's tastes in his past life, which proves he's a scumbag, so there's no need for him to pretend to be a virtuous man.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

Not long after the music ended, the sound of chiseling began again right on time from the next room on the right.

Jiang Mu was speechless.

How much does my brother care about my chrysanthemum? He's working so hard for me.

Jiang Mu was getting annoyed by the noise, so he got up and went to the wall to call out, "Big brother, can you shut up for a bit?"

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

The drilling noises intensified.

It carried a hint of provocation.

"Fine, stop smashing things. I'm coming over here to give you a couple of slaps to wake you up."

Jiang Mu took out the Donghuang Taichu Bell and shook it gently.

Then it went straight through the wall.

"Come on, make another sound so I can hear it?"

The intense sense of spatial distortion made Jiang Mu feel dizzy. He patted his head and turned around to teach a lesson.

But the next moment, he froze.

What about people?

The cell was empty.

Apart from the four stone walls and the haystacks in the corners, where could you find a human figure?
"Bang bang bang!"

The familiar sound of chiseling rang out once again.

This time, the source of the sound... was none other than the very cell he had just left!
Jiang Mu was startled.

Do ghosts exist in this world?

After all, it's a prison where countless people have died. It's understandable that some resentment would accumulate and some wandering ghosts would be born.

Jiang Mu, holding a bell, passed through the bars to check the other adjacent cells.

It turned out that he was the only person in the area.

All those freeloading old monsters, those consecrated masters, those opera singers... have vanished without a trace.

Could they all be ghosts who died here?

Jiang Mu wasn't afraid of ghosts.

He had seen millions of Yin soldiers in the Xuanming world and the Yellow Springs Forest, so what were a few prison ghosts?

If there really is a female ghost, giving her maternity leave is a must.

"No wonder Sister Yu-yu looked at me strangely. She thought I had developed delusions from being locked up."

"But how come that kid Stone could hear it too? It seems that kid has some innate ability."

Jiang Mu shook his head and smiled, then returned to his cell.

He cleared his throat and raised his voice:

"Gentlemen, thank you for keeping me company these past two days. When I leave, I will definitely burn plenty of paper money for you."

No one responded.

It seems that once the truth is revealed, they are unwilling to show themselves.

Returning to the solitary atmosphere, Jiang Mu felt a strange sense of loneliness welling up inside him, and he murmured softly:
"Life in the mortal world must come to an end, and death in the underworld is no different. The mortal world and the underworld are alike; just consider it as drifting in a foreign land..."

……

A prison cell, a dark place.

"Hehe~ Young man, what talent you have~~ Truly...like a heart of exquisite beauty~~"

(End of this chapter)