Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 247 - 149 Miaomiao Cried Again_2

Chapter 247: Chapter 149 Miaomiao Cried Again_2

Upon hearing what the other had said, Jiang Shouzhong vaguely remembered.

The man stepped forward eagerly and said, "That night at Xichu Pavilion, Master Jiang’s elegance was unparalleled. I have greatly admired you, but alas, never had the chance to get acquainted. Meeting you here today must be fate. Oh right, my name is Qi, you can just call me Qi. And if you don’t mind getting a bit closer, calling me ’Brother Qi’ will do."

The man was indeed Zhou Yin.

Despite the man’s enthusiasm, Jiang Shouzhong still felt a tinge of caution rising within him.

Meeting an acquaintance at such a special time was hardly a good thing.

Jiang Shouzhong politely clasped his fists as a greeting and asked, "Is Young Master Qi here for business?"

"Master Jiang flatters me. I’m not the material for that kind of work,"

In response to Jiang Shouzhong’s probing question, Zhou Yin offered a half-truth, "I need to keep my identity a secret, but I can reveal to Master Jiang that I’m related to the county magistrate; my family holds high official positions too."

With a smile, Jiang Shouzhong replied, "Those who go to Xichu Pavilion are no ordinary people indeed."

Zhou Yin nodded vigorously in agreement, "Indeed, indeed. Spending money like flowing water, my old man nearly killed me, his unfilial son, with a cutlass when he found out I’d spent over ten thousand taels of silver at Xichu Pavilion without even getting to touch the Oiran’s little hand. I had no choice but to come here to lay low, and then the lockdown happened. Truly, it feels like I’ve run into a streak of terrible luck..."

Zhou Yin suddenly lowered his voice, showing a knowing look that only a man would understand, "Brother Jiang, the courtesan girls of Muling County may not compare to Xichu Pavilion, but they have their own charm. How about I treat you to it?"

Jiang Shouzhong laughed as he declined, "Forget it, if I set foot into the brothel, the tigress at home would probably come after me immediately."

While they were speaking, Yelü Miaomiao came out of the store, having finished buying clothes.

She didn’t know how much she had bought, as the young girl struggled to carry a heavy, big cloth bag full of clothes, and stuffed it into Jiang Shouzhong’s arms all at once.

Seemingly proud of her "achievement," Yelü Miaomiao patted her hands, her eyes gleaming with mischief and the deliberate thrill of revenge against males, she feigned an apology and provocatively said, "Oh dear, sorry about that. I’ve spent all your money; you’re not upset, are you? Brother Jiang."

Perhaps it was only by these means that the young girl could vent her frustration and relieve some of the gloom in her heart.

Jiang Shouzhong could only offer a wry smile in response.

"This lady is...?"

Zhou Yin examined Yelü Miaomiao, asking Jiang Shouzhong tentatively, "Your wife?"

"Friend, just a friend,"

Jiang Shouzhong winked at Zhou Yin, sharing a knowing smile that only men understood.

Zhou Yin’s gaze fell upon the huge bundle of clothes in Jiang Shouzhong’s arms, and he immediately nodded in understanding, his expression conveying a silent, "I get you," as he discreetly gave a thumbs-up.

"Young Master Qi, I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t disturb you any further. We’ll meet again," said Jiang Shouzhong with a smile.

"Brother Jiang, take care," Zhou Yin clasped his fist to bid farewell and then winked at Yelü Miaomiao, smilingly saying, "Miss, buy whatever you like, Master Jiang is not short on money."

Yelü Miaomiao pursed her lips and paid him no mind.

Though the young girl was a bit capricious, she knew her identity was special and tried to interact as little as possible with strangers.

Watching the two figures walk away, An Jiubian, wearing a Yin Yang Dao robe, appeared silently by the Crown Prince’s side.

An Jiubian, looking at the fading figure of Jiang Shouzhong, said,

"The old man used Daoist divination to carefully inspect him; this young man has a cultivation of a Second Grade Martial Artist. Let alone killing my disciple, he is no match even for the lady-in-waiting beside the princess."

"What about the woman with him?" Zhou Yin asked.

"I didn’t detect any traces of cultivation on her, she seems to be just an ordinary person," An Jiubian replied.

After pondering for a while, Zhou Yin said indifferently, "Let’s not worry about them for now. We’ll investigate the princess’s murder case after handling the current situation. That Jiang Mo has some abilities; he might prove very useful in the future."

Feeling the warning in the Crown Prince’s words, An Jiubian shivered inwardly, abandoned the thought of further investigating Jiang Shouzhong, and nodded slightly, "An understands."

Just then, the lantern in Zhou Yin’s hand swayed suddenly.

Zhou Yin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Instantly, the sky darkened as clouds gathered, a malevolent wind arose abruptly, picking up sand and forming a great wall of dust.

In a moment, the street was engulfed with flying dust and stones, rendering the surroundings indistinguishable.

The howling wind was sharp like a knife’s blade, stinging the eyes and making it impossible to see, yet the air carried a faint, elegant fragrance, adding an eerie atmosphere to the scene.

"Demon Energy!?"

An Jiubian was shocked and quickly urged the Yin Yang Skill to protect Zhou Yin, shouting to the surrounding secret guards, "Protect the Crown Prince!"

However, Zhou Yin’s face showed no signs of panic.

Smelling the strange fragrance in the air, he was lost in thought for a moment, then lightly patted the violently swaying lantern in his hand, looked up at the hazy sky, and sighed softly, "The temple is small, but the demon wind blows fiercely."

...

Elsewhere.

Jiang Shouzhong and Yelü Miaomiao, who had not yet entered the inn, were taken by complete surprise when the whirlwind struck without warning.

The wind was fierce and came without any signs.

Because Jiang Shouzhong was tightly holding a heavy bundle in his arms, even with his impressive agility, he was caught off guard by this sudden whirlwind and stumbled a step due to the force.

Yelü Miaomiao, standing next to him, was tightly seized by a violent tornado.

Her light body instantly spun up in the wind uncontrollably, like a falling leaf, as if she would be thrown into the sky the next moment.

In her terror, the girl instinctively screamed.

In this critical moment, Jiang Shouzhong, acting on instinct, grabbed Yelü Miaomiao’s slender ankle.

Under the fierce wind, her skirt bloomed open like a lotus leaf facing Jiang Shouzhong.

At the same time,

A lotus bud emerges and blooms, creating a unique sight.

Just as Jiang Shouzhong was about to exert force to pull Yelü Miaomiao back to the ground, something unexpected happened.

The small bells tied to Yelü Miaomiao’s ankle suddenly emitted a series of crisp and pleasant jingles, which stood out sharply amid the roaring wind.

The bell sound seemed to carry some magic; as it rang, golden ripples began to spread from the little bell, creating circles like those on a water surface, quickly spreading in the air, forming a bizarre visual spectacle.

Jiang Shouzhong felt a sudden loss of strength in his arm and a heavy sensation in his head; his consciousness began to blur, his ears echoing with a continuous ding-dong sound.

In his daze, he vaguely felt as if his body was caught by an invisible pulling force, spiraling aimlessly in the air.

Time seemed to stretch at that moment, then, in the blink of an eye, it was as if a thread had been cut, making him feel a dizzying sense of weightlessness as his body started to sink down, as if plunging into a deep vortex.

Thump!

After an unknown period, Jiang Shouzhong heavily hit the ground.

Although the sound of landing was loud, his body surprisingly felt no pain.

Jiang Shouzhong barely opened his eyes, unable to adjust to the light in front of him, when a blurry shadow suddenly dropped from the sky, and then something soft heavily hit his face.

His nostrils were instantly pressed with intense force, the pain was unbearable, and warm blood slowly trickled from his nose.

Jiang Shouzhong’s head was spinning fiercely, and he could not see clearly at all.

He only heard the painful groan of a woman.

The voice was very familiar; it was Yelü Miaomiao.

It took quite some time before Jiang Shouzhong gradually regained some consciousness, and he also realized that he was facing the sea in the warm spring with flowers blooming... he couldn’t help but exert effort to speak, "Big... Big sister... get up a bit, I... I’m about to suffocate."

"Ah!"

Yelü Miaomiao, like a startled bunny, instinctively jumped up.

Only then did she realize that she was actually lying on top of someone, and upon closer look, she saw it was Jiang Mo.

Thinking that she had been sitting on his face for a long time, her neck flushed deeply, as if blood was about to drip through her skin. Just as she was about to scold him, she reflexively touched her hand.

Her hand was covered in blood...

Yelü Miaomiao was stunned for a few seconds and then burst into tears, "Jiang Mo, you’ve ruined my innocence again!"