Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 67 : The Corpse Hanging at the Gate

QChapter 67 - The Corpse Hanging at the GateNormally, isn't it the husband who protects the wife? But thinking of the strength of the woman beside her, Yushuang felt it was a matter of course. After all, in the entire Ning Kingdom, those whose strength could surpass this one's were few and far between.

Of course, not by Song Yan's method of counting; he could count to one hundred on his fingers.

It's just a pity that although practicing martial arts can make one strong, no martial art, no matter how powerful, can cure consumption.

Coughing day and night, her throat was nearly torn, and her throat was also full of blood. She couldn't even sleep when she wanted to.

Those days were a living hell.

Therefore, Luo Tianxuan's feelings for the man who had rescued her from hell were stronger than anyone else's. The two hadn't even had a formal meeting. Perhaps it couldn't be called love yet. It was just a twisted emotion born from gratitude, but this emotion was even more intense than that of a husband and wife who had lived together for many years.

The intelligence that Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and occasionally Yushuang gathered from the Duke Song's mansion, Luo Tianxuan would also receive a copy. For Luo Tianxuan, even just watching and listening every day, knowing what her husband had done today, would make her unable to help but laugh out loud.

Yushuang had not seen Luo Tianxuan laugh for many years.

Her deep eyes were gentle yet indifferent: "Song Zhen needs to be left for my husband to kill."

"But, that Yang Miaoqing and the Yang family tried to make a move on my husband. In the end, I cannot just sit by and watch."

"These dangers, it's better to cut them off as early as possible. The strength of those people around Song Zhen is not bad. For my husband, they might still be a bit of a threat. Then let's just kill them."

As she spoke, Luo Tianxuan took a step. Her steps were light and slow, but by the time her voice fell, she had already arrived on the roof of another building.

"What I, as his wife, can do is just to make sure my husband has a few fewer enemies on his path of revenge."

Nearing dawn, the downpour finally stopped.

The accumulated water on the roads was also gradually receding. The drainage facilities of ancient cities were, after all, a bit poor. For Songzhou city to return to its original state, it would probably still take a few days.

Just as the sky was turning light, groups of government runners in uniform appeared on the streets. These bailiffs were in a rather good mood, knocking on doors household by household. Before they knew it, they had walked to an alleyway. A bailiff subconsciously glanced into the alley, and his pupils contracted. In that alley, a body was floating in the sewage, bobbing up and down with the ripples.

"Boss, look over there." The bailiff nudged his foreman's waist and said in a low voice.

The foreman frowned and glanced over:

"Just a dead person. What's the big deal? Which day does someone not die in this Songzhou city?"

What's more, it was after a downpour. The Yi-Luo River had flooded yesterday. It was said that many of the brothels' boats were washed away. Who knows if any top courtesans were washed away. Compared to those, this one dead person was nothing.

"No, Boss, look at the clothes on his body," the bailiff reminded him again.

Although the foreman was impatient, he still took another look. This time, his expression couldn't help but change. Although the accumulated water was turbid and the clothes on the corpse were filthy, one could still see from some of the clean spots that the material was quite good.

After a brief hesitation, the foreman finally led his subordinates over. As soon as they got a little closer, they saw that the state of the corpse's death was extremely tragic. All four limbs were twisted, and the places where his knees and elbows were had been completely shattered.

The wounds, having been soaked in rainwater for a long time, had already turned white and gray, showing signs of decay. A rock was still pressed on his chest, and the area beneath it had caved in. Looking forward, there was a deathly white neck, which must have been severed by a single slash. In the corner of the wall was a ball-shaped object, perhaps washed into the corner by the accumulated water.

The foreman's brow was tightly furrowed.

Please don't let it be some big shot.

A flood had finally come, and it was a good time to make some money. If a big shot died at this time, he was afraid he would be busy again.

Thinking this, a bailiff quickly walked over. Not long after, a cry of alarm was heard. The bailiff stumbled backward, , as if he had tripped on something, and sat down in the muddy water with a plop:

"Boss... it's the Seventh Young Master of the Song family."

The foreman's mind buzzed, and his body swayed, almost fainting.

The Song family? Which Song family?

In the entire Songzhou city, there was only one that could be called the Song family, and that was the Duke Song's mansion.

The legitimate son of the Duke's mansion was dead. This was a big trouble.

"Quickly, go and inform the Lord Vice Magistrate!"

Youlai Inn!he moment he opened his eyes? With a , Song Zhen was so scared he sat down on the ground with a plop. Immediately after, there was the foul smell of urine. His pants were already soaked.

……

This day in Songzhou city was not a peaceful one, but for the time being, it didn't have much to do with Song Yan.

Opening his eyes, clean water, a towel, a new toothbrush, and coarse salt were already prepared in the bedroom. After washing up, he felt light and refreshed.

Sunlight shot in from the window, carrying a bit of damp warmth.

The weather, in the end, had cleared up again.

Looking out the window, the courtyard was still full of murky yellow, accumulated water. But under the sunlight, it was also sparkling with glistening light.

A figure came into view.

It was a woman, dressed in a long white dress, standing on a slightly higher piece of ground. The hem of her dress fluttered. She was pure white and flawless.

Although the courtyard was full of mud and filth, she was not stained by the slightest bit of it. The morning breeze blew past, lifting the hair at her temples, making her look like a fairy.

For a moment, he was in a daze, as if the woman before him was gradually merging with his younger sister-in-law, Luo Tianyi. In the haze, she also bore some resemblance to the figure of the woman from the cave that day... But very quickly, he shook his head.

Whether it was the woman from the cave that day, or Luo Tianyi, the woman in front of him seemed a bit thinner.

Thinking this, Song Yan pushed open the door. Just as he was deliberating on how to speak, the woman in the courtyard seemed to hear the noise and turned around. A white veil covered her face, and only a pair of large eyes, revealing a gentle light, could be seen.

The woman's face was very pale.

It was as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

Her eye sockets were slightly sunken, revealing a hint of fatigue.

It's just that, her originally somewhat weary expression was swept away the moment she saw him. Even that pair of dark black eyes became bright.

Then, he saw the woman give a graceful curtsy to Song Yan.

"Husband!”