Many descendants

A communication talisman stopped in front of Jian.

Jian opened the portal, and the communication talisman emitted a illusory voice—【Come to the Demon Realm.】

"What's wrong?" Su Yan asked with concern. Knowing that he still had four heads, she was very worried that something might happen to him and he might lose one of his heads.

Jian looked into her eyes and smiled, "First, change your face back."

"Mm." Su Yan returned to her original appearance.

Jian lowered his head and kissed her... As their lips and tongues intertwined, the male's eyes not only turned into vertical pupils, but also burned with intense desire. "So, the taste of a female is this wonderful!"

Su Yan scolded him, "This is the taste of a wife. Only the taste of a wife is this good! No other female can compare."

She needs to brainwash him now, so he won't cheat on her later.

“Yes, it’s the taste of a wife. I have no desire to reproduce when I smell other females.” Jian said in a low, hoarse voice, “I have to go to the Demon Realm.”

"Go ahead, I have some things to take care of here." Su Yan pressed her fingertips down sharply on his lower back, his favorite spot.

"Hmm...I believe you, you're sure you'll eat me!" Deep within Jian Gouhun'er's alluring eyes burned with a hidden passion.

"That's right! Absolutely delicious!" Su Yan tiptoed and kissed his long, perfect neck, nibbling and sucking gently... leaving a beautiful flower-shaped lip print.

"Keep it up. When you come back, I'll let you taste the real goodness of your wife," Su Yan tempted.

"You said it yourself, you can't go back on your word." Jian stared straight at Su Yan.

"You'll find out later that there's something even better waiting for you!" Su Yan said mysteriously.

Jian left with great reluctance.

After Jian left, two constables, along with their assistants, came to question her.

Su Yan momentarily forgot to transform back into a middle-aged woman's face, so the waiter stared at her face, completely mesmerized, and only after a long while did he ask, "Who... are you? Where is Sister Su?"

Sister Su? She glanced at the dressing table mirror and smiled, "That's my sister. She went out on business. I'm her younger sister, Su Yan."

The constable looked at her face and swallowed hard. "Miss Su, where are you from? How old are you?"

"Sixteen years old, from Shenjiang City." To prove he was from Shenjiang, he deliberately replied in the Shenjiang accent.

"Where's your identification tag?"

"I was robbed by three pickpockets on my way to Beijing, and that's it."

"What a pity. What are you and your eldest sister doing in Beijing?"

"I came to the capital to visit relatives."

"Why seek refuge with relatives?"

"Song Zhuo of the Duke of Song's Mansion."

The constable paused, then coughed as if he had thought of something. "My surname is Xue. You can call me Old Xue or Constable Xue."

"Hello, Officer Xue."

"Hmm, do you know the deceased?"

"do not know."

The coroner came over with a dirty talisman in his hand and whispered to Constable Xue, "There's something unclean at the scene."

"The Duke has arrived." Another bailiff came over. "He is currently at the crime scene."

"Alright, I'll be right there." Officer Xue looked at Su Yan. "Perfect timing, Miss Su, come along too."

"Yes, Officer Xue, please." She said it casually, not expecting it to be such a coincidence.

Su Yan had never been to the crime scene; she had only heard about the case from the people at the inn.

As they approached the room, they sensed a strong, malevolent aura emanating from the ghost. Remembering Jian's words about vengeful spirits claiming lives... it seemed this ghost's grievances were far from over! Killing just this one would probably not be enough.

Besides his hereditary title of Duke of Song, a first-rank official, Song Zhuo's primary duty was to oversee the Censorate, holding the position of Grand Censor, a second-rank official.

Moreover, he achieved this position through the imperial examination, ranking third in the examination, and did so based on his own abilities.

They are now a powerful and influential faction in the court, with various forces vying to curry favor with them.

One account says that the late emperor originally intended to appoint him as the top scholar, but Song Zhuo was simply too handsome, so he was ultimately granted the title of third-ranking scholar and appointed to a position in the Censorate.

Today, he has risen from the lowest rank of apprentice to the position of head of one of the three highest officials in the imperial court.

Upon hearing that a relative had come, Song Zhuo was taken aback. Ever since he was old enough to understand, he had known that he was an orphan. Before meeting the old Duke Song, he had been fed by many families, which meant he was a beggar.

When Song Zhuo saw Su Yan, he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and was momentarily stunned. "Who are you?"

"My name is Su Yan." Su Yan leaned closer to him and whispered, "I told you, this isn't over!"

Song Zhuo was astonished, "You, candied hawthorn?"

Su Yan nodded, "Yes, keep calling her 'Auntie'!"

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Song Zhuo's eyes. "...We'll talk about it later."

“I agree.” Su Yan nodded, then looked around the room where the incident occurred, finally her gaze falling on a painting hanging on the wall.

The painting depicts a small boat with an old man wearing a straw hat and raincoat, sitting at the bow, his body hunched over as he fishes. The vast river and the distant, barren mountains evoke a sense of desolation and loneliness.

But in Su Yan's eyes, the old man was actually a young man who was staring intently at her.

Su Yan leaned closer to the painting and asked the innkeeper, "Can you sell this painting to me?"

"Sir, I'll have to ask the manager first," the waiter replied.

Su Yan nodded, "Then go ahead."

"Yes, yes." The waiter left immediately.

Song Zhuo said to Su Yan, "This is the crime scene; everything here is evidence."

Su Yan looked at him and said directly and simply, "I want this painting."

"..." Song Zhuo looked into her eyes, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

The innkeeper arrived and said to Su Yan, "This was painted by an old man who failed the imperial examination. I thought it was a nice painting, so I hung it on the wall. If you like it, feel free to take it; you don't need to pay."

Even if Su Yan doesn't want it, this room is full of things that are tainted with bad luck, and he will have to deal with it later.

"I can't take it for free." Su Yan tossed a gold leaf to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper immediately beamed with joy, "Thank you, young lady. If there's anything else you like, please don't hesitate to take it."

“Okay, I want that orchid porcelain vase too.” Su Yan pointed to a vase that held a feather duster.

"Sure, sure, I'll go find a cloth to make it easier for you to take it with you," the shopkeeper readily agreed.

Song Zhuo's voice became more forceful, "Nonsense! This is a crime scene!"

“I know, you can investigate all you want. I was just carrying a vase and a painting, and the shopkeeper agreed, right?” Su Yan looked at the shopkeeper.

The innkeeper, having received the gold leaf, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes. This thing originally belonged to the inn and has nothing to do with the deceased."

Fearing that Su Yan might not want it, the shopkeeper offered an explanation.

"Then we'll have to wait until the case is cleared up before we can return it to the inn and deal with it further." Song Zhuo's cold and stern gaze fell on Su Yan, not allowing her to continue her capricious behavior.

Su Yan curled her lip. "You don't know what's good for you. Just wait and see."

After saying that, Su Yan glanced at the painting again and left.