The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Jian Shujie turned his head to look at the group of people following him, and ordered in a deep voice.

"You go to other places in the west courtyard to search to see if you can find traces of the culprit. Remember to move slowly and don't make any noise, so as not to disturb Madam's rest."

The housekeeper hurriedly responded: "Here!"

Jian Shujie took a deep breath and pressed his hand on the door.

With a little force, the door was pushed gently, followed by an extremely slight creaking sound.

Jian Shujie took the lantern from the maid and walked into the bedroom.

The room was dark and silent.

The lantern in his hand emitted a faint warm yellow light, and the area it could illuminate was very limited.

As he walked towards the inner room, he called softly.

"Ma'am, are you awake?"

After a while, there was a slight sound in the room, like the sound made when the cloth of the clothes rubbed against the quilt.

Jian Shujie walked around the screen and walked into the inner room, just in time to see his wife lift the quilt and was about to sit up.

"Ma'am, why are you up?"

He quickly put down the lantern, walked over quickly, and stretched out his hand to help Madam's arm.

In the end, he was avoided by his wife.

Mrs. Jane is not yet forty, but due to illness, her body is as thin as a stick, her complexion is sallow, her cheeks are slightly sunken, and there are even a few strands of white hair on her temples. She looks like she is in her fifties. They all exude an unhealthy, weak atmosphere.

Her hair was disheveled, and she was only wearing a light-colored jacket. Her exposed wrists were extremely slender, as if they could be broken with a little force.

At this time, she was looking at Jian Shujie with a terrified look.

"You, you go away, don't touch me."

Jian Shujie showed helplessness: "Madam, I just care about you, and I have no malice towards you."

Mrs. Jane pursed her bloodless lips and did not respond.

Jian Shujie sighed: "I don't understand. Since two months ago, you have been avoiding me like a snake and a scorpion. Why? We were so loving before. I think I have never let you down for so many years. Why are you suddenly like Is it like a different person, so resistant to me?"

Mrs. Jane clutched the quilt tightly, as if grasping the last straw.

She looked at Jian Shujie full of fear and suspicion, completely lacking the tenderness and attachment that she should have towards her husband.

It was as if standing in front of her was not her husband-in-law who had been with her for many years, but a stranger in the skin of her husband-in-law.

Jian Shujie's tone was extremely gentle and full of love: "If I did something wrong, you can tell me and I will definitely change it. Please don't do this again, okay?"

He stretched out his hand again, wanting to hold Madam's hand.

Mrs. Jane hurriedly hid back.

But the bed is so big, where can she hide?

Soon she was unable to retreat and was cornered.

Jian Shujie held her hand involuntarily, with an increasingly gentle expression on his face.

"Okay, let's stop arguing.

I will stay here tonight and watch over you until the thief leaves.

Don't be afraid, I'm your husband-in-law, as long as I'm here, no one will hurt you. "

Mrs. Jane couldn't break free from his hand with all her strength, her emotions became agitated, and the look of horror on her face became more and more intense.

"Let go of me! You are not my husband-in-law at all! You are not!"

After Jian Shujie heard this, his face darkened instantly.

But he still held Mrs. Jane's wrist tightly and did not let go.

He stared at Mrs. Jane's eyes trembling violently because of fear, and said word by word.

"I am Jian Shujie! I am your husband-in-law! I am the governor of Lu'an County! If you dare to say a word of nonsense, I will make you unable to say a word in your life!"

Mrs. Jane was so frightened that she shut her mouth.

She trembled with fear, her eyes turned red.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Jian Shujie's expression softened,

He stroked her hair and coaxed softly.

"You have to remember, no matter before, now, or in the future, I am your only husband-in-law. You must stop talking nonsense. As long as you obey me obediently, I will take good care of you, including our two child."

Hearing the word "children", Mrs. Jane couldn't bear it any longer, tears streaming down her face.

But she didn't dare to resist anymore, so she could only grit her teeth and keep from crying.

Jian Shujie wiped away her tears with a silk handkerchief, and said softly: "Okay, don't cry, you are still sick, crying too much is not good for your health."

Obviously his actions and tone were very gentle, but to Mrs. Jane, it was as if a poisonous snake had crawled over her body, which made her feel terrified.

Her body trembled more violently.

Jian Shujie comforted: "Don't be afraid, get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, nothing will happen."

With unquestionable strength, he pushed Mrs. Jane back on the bed, forcing her to lie down.

Jian Shujie covered her with a quilt: "I'm going to see what's going on outside, you just stay still, do you understand?"

Mrs. Jane nodded with tears in her eyes.

Jian Shujie smiled with satisfaction: "This is how you behave."

He tucked up the quilt for his wife, and his movements were skillful and natural. If you ignore the fear on Mrs. Jane's face, this scene looks no different from an ordinary loving couple.

He straightened up and turned around.

At this moment, there seemed to be a breeze blowing by, blowing his hair.

Immediately afterwards, he felt something cold on his neck.

He subconsciously wanted to hide back, but he heard someone talking to him.

"If you don't want to die, don't move."

Jian Shujie froze on the spot, not daring to move.

With the faint warm light emitted by the lantern, he saw a long sword attached to his neck. The blade was bright and had a sharp cold glow.

And the person holding the hilt stood one step away.

Jian Shujie saw the other party's company clearly, and couldn't help exhaling: "Wen Jiucheng!"

Wen Jiucheng was wearing a black nocturnal suit, and his face was like a crown of jade. When he saw his name called out, he smiled lightly. He didn't look like a cold-blooded assassin, but more like a handsome gentleman.

"good night."

Jian Shujie asked suspiciously: "Could it be that you are the thief who sneaked into the Sheriff's Mansion tonight? But haven't you already left the city? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

Wen Jiucheng explained unhurriedly.

"I never went out of town from the start.

I just found someone who was about my size, let him put on my clothes, pretended to be me, and left Fufeng City with Shang Kui and the others.

The real me was always in town and never left. "

The person pretending to be Wen Jiucheng covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief the whole time, coughing non-stop as if he had caught a cold.

He and Wen Jiucheng are already similar in stature, with a handkerchief covering his face and a little makeup, people who are not familiar with him can't tell the real from the fake.

Through eavesdropping the night before, those spies learned that Wen Jiucheng's throat was uncomfortable. Seeing that he was coughing so badly this morning, they would only think that his condition had worsened, and they would not doubt the authenticity of Wen Jiucheng at all.