The Double
Chapter 226 - 226 100 Outer Room_4

226: Chapter 100: Outer Room_4 226: Chapter 100: Outer Room_4 “So what?” Jiang Li smiled faintly, “The die is cast, could he still kill me?”

Her attitude of a dead pig not fearing boiling water, and the belief that a ship will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge, indeed rendered the Ye Family speechless.

Jiang Li knew in her heart that in doing all this, not only did she intend to help the Ye Family, but she also wanted to ensure that Prince Cheng and the Jiang Family could not possibly form an alliance.

She wanted to make the rift between Jiang Yuanbai and the Right Chancellor irreparable.

Only then would she have an opportunity to exploit.

As for how Jiang Yuanbai would vent his anger on her after returning to Yanjing City, that was a consideration for another day.

To deal with Yongning and Shen Yurong, she was willing to pay any price.

Even if it were her life.

If Tong Zhiyang truly had someone backing him, her appearance must have disrupted his plans, and he would certainly need to write for help.

But before that, the letter Jiang Li had sent to Ye Shijie had already been dispatched.

Before Tong Zhiyang could receive specific countermeasures, it was likely that the Head of the Weaving Department’s people had already arrived in Xiangyang, and everything would no longer be up to Tong Zhiyang.

The timing of these events was precisely the opportunity she needed.

“So rest assured,” Jiang Li smiled, saying, “I think Tong Zhiyang won’t act rashly for the time being.

As for those collected Ancient Fragrance Satins, make sure to keep them well preserved.

The Ancient Fragrance Satin I’m wearing has no problems, which indicates that the problematic ones must have surfaced recently or are unique to Xiangyang.

Whichever way I think about it, it doesn’t seem accidental.

Once the Head of the Weaving Department’s people arrive, we should be able to investigate thoroughly.”

Ye Jiaer nodded, “That’s exactly what I think.”

After discussing plans for the next few days, the Ye Family members dispersed to rest.

Jiang Li walked behind, with Ye Mingyu in front, when she called out to him, “Uncle Mingyu.”

Ye Mingyu stopped in his tracks, “What’s the matter, Jiang Li?”

“May I have a word with you?”

Ye Mingyu followed Jiang Li to Ye Minghui’s study, and Jiang Li instructed Tonger to stand guard outside, saying, “Uncle Mingyu, with your travels far and wide, you must have some friends, right?”

At this, Ye Mingyu laughed heartily, “Indeed, I have many friends.”

“These people must be the sort who would go through fire and water for their friends.

Uncle Mingyu, there’s something I need either you or your friends to take care of.”

Seeing Jiang Li’s serious expression, Ye Mingyu involuntarily sobered up and said, “What is it, Jiang Li?

Just tell me.”

“Everyone in Xiangyang City knows that Tong Zhiyang is henpecked.

Although he is exceedingly greedy, he is very clean when it comes to affairs of the flesh.

He has never set foot in a brothel, which is precisely why his wife was willing to let her family pull strings for him to become the Magistrate of Xiangyang.”

Mentioning matters of men and women made even Ye Mingyu somewhat uncomfortable, but seeing Jiang Li’s composed face, as if speaking of nothing out of the ordinary, he had to mentally justify it for her.

After all, Jiang Li had spent eight years in the temple, cultivating detachment from desires, understanding that form is emptiness and emptiness is form, thus perceiving matters of men and women very indifferently.

It seemed natural.

This must be a sign of being detached from worldly concerns!

His thoughts drifting off, Ye Mingyu then heard Jiang Li continue: “However, Tong Zhiyang’s private life does not conform to the propriety he displays publicly.

He has a mistress, whom he keeps just outside Xiangyang City, not far from the city limits.

He bought a house for his mistress, and she bore him a son.”

“What?” Ye Mingyu was startled.

Such secretive matters were entirely unknown to him.

Known for his fear of his wife, how could Tong Zhiyang dare to do such a thing?

“You needn’t be so surprised,” Jiang Li said, somewhat at a loss at Ye Mingyu’s astonishment.

“That mistress is young and beautiful, greatly favored by Tong Zhiyang.

Given that his own wife only bore him two daughters, Tong Zhiyang has been longing for a son.

And since the mistress gave him a male heir, she became the apple of Tong Zhiyang’s eye.

He visits this mother and son every so often.”

Ye Mingyu’s jaw dropped in shock: “You…

you’re telling the truth?”

“It’s absolutely true.” You see, it was exactly this leverage over Tong Zhiyang that Xue Zhao used to prevent Tong Zhiyang from troubling Xue Huaiyuan further.

Back then, Tong Zhiyang had just gotten a son from his mistress, and now five or six years have passed.

Jiang Li had inquired, and in these five or six years, there had been no rumors of Tong Zhiyang having a mistress outside.

It showed that Tong Zhiyang kept it well concealed.

She even sent someone to check near the city limits, and indeed, the mother and son were still there.

Tong Zhiyang’s enduring affection for them was laughably pathetic.

“Even if what you say is true,” Ye Mingyu asked, “how did you come to know about this?

Jiang Li, you haven’t been in Xiangyang for even a month, while my elder brother and the others have been here for decades and have never heard anything like it.”