Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 439 - 231 Daughter Ye Zhuchan?_2

Chapter 439: Chapter 231 Daughter Ye Zhuchan?_2

I’ll just have to forego rest and conduct the investigation myself day and night.

Jiang Shouzhong, after all, was finely attuned to others’ feelings, and seeing the woman’s exhausted demeanor, he understood her difficulties and softly said, "You still need to rest. If a woman stays up all night, it will surely make her gradually lose her beauty."

"Yes, I will," she responded.

Ran Qingchen’s cheeks flushed as she lifted her pinky to hook a stray lock of black hair behind her ear, straightening her tresses.

She thought to herself that she must look quite unsightly at the moment.

When she heard Li Nanshuang mention that Jiang Mo had arrived, she had hurried over without taking the time to tidy up her appearance, which obviously didn’t look very presentable.

...

After Ran Qingchen had left, Jiang Shouzhong told Li Nanshuang, "Next, I need to visit the Xu Family to check out the weapon known as ’Tyrant Blade’."

"I’ll accompany you this time."

"No need," Jiang Shouzhong knew the girl’s concern for him, pointed to the large sword on her back, and said, "Besides, your sword is too recognizable. It’s easy for others to guess that the person following you is me."

"Then I’ll leave it behind."

Li Nanshuang took the tomb blade she always carried on her back, threw it inside the room, and asked, "Do you have a woman’s disguise mask?"

"No."

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head.

The girl thought for a moment and crisply said, "Then I’ll just apply some makeup myself. Don’t worry, I won’t let my identity be exposed. No one will recognize me."

"Boss, you really don’t need to..."

"It’s settled then. You step out first, I’ll put on some makeup and also change my hairstyle and clothes."

Li Nanshuang pushed the man out of the room.

No sooner had she closed the door than she sharply opened it to peek out, fiercely warning, "Let me warn you, if you sneak away, I’ll never speak to you again for the rest of my life!"

Slam!

The door closed again.

Jiang Shouzhong, dumbfounded, helplessly shook his head.

In the courtyard, Wen Er laughed with relief, "That girl is finally getting smarter."

Soon after, the door opened.

Jiang Shouzhong, who had been having a casual conversation with Wen Er, looked up and his expression instantly became odd.

The girl was dressed in a light green dress, and her hair had been changed from a high ponytail to twin ponytails, though they were asymmetrical.

She still looked lively and spirited.

However, her attempt at makeup left Jiang Shouzhong speechless.

Her originally clean and pretty face was covered with two clumps of blush, the eyebrows were thickly drawn, and her lips were heavily smudged with rouge; she had even applied eyeliner, crookedly...

Jiang Shouzhong clenched his teeth tightly, striving to maintain a calm and natural facial expression, forcibly suppressing a smile.

’We are professionally trained and will certainly not laugh.’

Wen Er turned his head and was instantly shocked.

"When did my house start keeping ghosts?"

"It’s your uncle’s ghost!"

Perhaps the girl also felt her makeup was too crude, awkward in her demeanor.

But it wasn’t really her fault for being clumsy; her mother had died early, and with her tomboyish nature and always sporting a boyish haircut, it was her master’s wife in Huoyun Mountain who helped her dress and groom. After coming down from the mountain, she couldn’t be bothered with grooming, usually just sporting a simple, neat high ponytail.

She typically appeared with a bare face.

Asking her to apply makeup was worse than asking her to wield a sword.

Jiang Shouzhong earnestly extended his thumb, "I think it’s good, very distinctive. But boss, instead of taking the trouble to apply makeup, it would be simpler to wear a hat or a veil."

"Right."

Li Nanshuang’s eyes brightened, and she rushed back into the room.

Quickly the girl washed off her makeup and found a black veil to cover her face.

"Great, now you look like a female bandit," Wen Er muttered.

"Still, my stewed noodles are smart," Li Nanshuang patted Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder, gestured grandly, "Let’s go, Stewed Noodles. I’ll just barely act as your guard or maid this time, at your command."

Jiang Shouzhong smiled, bid farewell to Wen Er, and left with Li Nanshuang.

——

By the time the two arrived at the Xu Family, it had gotten dark.

The lantern light illuminating the villa added an ancient and profound beauty, punctuated occasionally by the clear and extended calls of night birds, harmonizing with the distant sound of a babbling stream.

Jiang Shouzhong originally planned to visit incognito first, but then he thought that if the murderer had used the Tyrant Blade to frame him, visiting now could arouse suspicion, so instead, he and Li Nanshuang sneakily infiltrated the villa.

Compared to the ostentatiousness of Su Villa, the Xu Family’s residence was much more low-key.

There were no disciples patrolling the premises.

The large red lanterns swung gently, lighting the winding stone pathway.

Li Nanshuang touched her hat, and asked in a low voice, "How should we search? Go through one room at a time?"

With his face covered by a black cloth, Jiang Shouzhong saw a maid slowly approaching in the distance with a fruit plate and smiled, "Of course we should ask someone, and we must ask very politely."

Hardly had his words fallen than the man, like a specter, drifted over.

The maid hadn’t even reacted when suddenly a dark figure pounced on her, and her slender neck was seized.

"Miss, if you don’t want to die, just listen to me obediently."

Jiang Shouzhong deliberately deepened his voice.

The maid’s face turned pale, and she nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Shouzhong asked, "Has anyone recently come to the villa to borrow the Tyrant Blade?"

The maid, her eyes brimming with tears, vigorously shook her head, "I...I don’t know."

"Is the Tyrant Blade still in the villa?"

"It... It should be in the villa."

It should?

Jiang Shouzhong furrowed his brows.

It seemed the maid had not seen the Tyrant Blade recently; otherwise, her tone wouldn’t be so uncertain.

"Does your master usually carry the Tyrant Blade with him?" Jiang Shouzhong continued to inquire.

The maid shook her head, "No... the master has been bedridden for a month now; I haven’t seen him with the blade."

A month ago he fell ill?

What a coincidence.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at Li Nanshuang and asked the maid again, "Where is the Tyrant Blade kept? In the master’s room?"

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