Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

After her bath, Jiang Yi came to Jiang Shouzhong's room and found him still bent over the desk, studying the scroll.

"Oh, our Hero Jiang is quite entranced, huh? It's almost been a two-hour, and you're still studying there."

Due to the bath, Jiang Yi casually wore a loose robe, her delicate arms half-revealed, and the undergarments inside faintly visible, outlining her graceful figure.

She moved gracefully like a lotus and came beside Jiang Shouzhong.

Glancing at the scroll, she found it wasn't those erotic pictures and asked, "How is it? Have you made any progress?"

Jiang Shouzhong crossed his arms in front of his chest, his expression complicated, and said:

"You might not believe it, but this Emperor of Nanjin Country seems to have a deep brotherly bond with the Zen Rebel Monk."

"What's so strange about that."

Jiang Yi lightly yawned and walked to the bed.

"Hiding in a temple as a child, lonely and helpless, often bullied, a friend who sincerely treats him well, this gratitude is most unforgettable."

As she spoke, the woman lazily leaned against the bed, one hand casually resting on the edge, her fingers tapping idly,

"Emperors are also human, especially a solitary monarch, cherishing such feelings even more."

Jiang Shouzhong pinched the bridge of his nose and said:

"But this brotherly bond is a bit... how should I say it. In this Emperor's eyes, women are like clothes, but brothers are real siblings."

"What do you mean?"

As the sun set in the west, Jiang Yi noticed the room had become somewhat dim, she flicked her fingers lightly, and the candlelight illuminated the room.

Instantly, the candlelight cast her silhouette against the wall.

The undulating curves resembled a stream flowing through the mountains, soft and meandering.

Jiang Shouzhong watched in a bit of a daze, only reacting moments later, and with a dry cough, said:

"This Emperor, to help the Zen Rebel Monk improve his secret technique, sent all his concubines, even the Empress, and even the princess to his bed. I've never seen anything like this; the Emperor doesn't care at all about the lives of these concubines."

Jiang Yi was taken aback and chuckled, "Indeed, brothers are like arms and legs, women are like clothes."

Jiang Shouzhong closed the scroll, somewhat tired, and said:

"For now, there's no finding the reason for the Emperor's death, and the scroll shows that during the time before his death, the Emperor was indeed sick, and very seriously so..."

Saying this, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly thought of something and reopened the scroll.

He found a page with a drawing.

The drawing was somewhat blurry, as if covered with a thin layer of mist.

It gave a dreamlike, imperceptible feeling.

One could vaguely see the Emperor sitting cross-legged on a cushion, seemingly with a mirror in front of him.

Behind the Emperor stood a person shrouded in mist, only the silhouette of that person raising a hand could be seen, seemingly shaving the Emperor's head.

Jiang Shouzhong brought the scroll to Jiang Yi's side, pointing to the drawing and said:

"Intuition tells me that from this moment, the Emperor started getting sick, but unfortunately, it's hard to see the person in the picture clearly; maybe some Monk was shaving him."

But in the subsequent images, the Emperor's hair was intact, not shaved, which is really strange."

Jiang Yi tilted her head slightly, her gaze landing on the scroll, pondering for a moment before asking, "Could it be the Zen Rebel Monk who shaved him?"

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head: "From the physique, it doesn't resemble the Zen Rebel Monk at all."

"That's strange."

Jiang Yi lifted her jade-like fingers, gently running through her damp hair, slowly combing, her actions soft and unconcerned, murmuring softly, "The Emperor of Nanjin Country hated monks the most, how could he allow another Monk to shave him."

Inhaling the enchanting scent of the woman's hair, Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but become a bit distracted.

After all, he had spent a two-hour staring at the scroll, and although it was for investigating a murder, the content was indeed too provocative.

And now, beside him, was this alluring woman in disheveled clothes.

The half-exposed delicate arms, the faintly visible undergarments, and the myriad coquettish charms emanating from every gesture, all ultimately ignited the fire within him.

The man's slightly heavy breathing was keenly sensed by Jiang Yi.

Especially after the recovery of the Heavenly Demon Technique, her perception became even sharper.

"Turn back a few pages."

Jiang Yi suddenly spoke.

Jiang Shouzhong was taken aback, hesitating a bit.

After all, the previous pages were erotic pictures.

Jiang Yi's red lips curled, her mouth lifting in a perfect arc, hiding a trace of seductive allure: "What's there to be afraid of? I've seen more erotic books than the salt you've eaten, boy."

Hearing her words, Jiang Shouzhong didn't hold back either, turning to a page of the erotic illustrations in the scroll.

However, he didn't reveal any scene of a man and woman in bed, but rather a playful and ambiguous scene among a few concubines.

"Tsk, tsk, all beauties."

Jiang Yi's crimson lips parted slightly, her voice soft and sweet like honey, she laughed gently, "Hero Jiang, do you want to be an Emperor?"

This fairy was starting to tease again.

Jiang Shouzhong sighed inwardly in helplessness.

"Are you planning to rest in this room? Then I'll sleep next door."

Jiang Shouzhong was a bit overwhelmed by the woman's teasing.

Approaching but not allowed to come forward.

Just a little tease, what's the point.

However, just as he was about to get up, a long leg wrapped in black silk stretched out like a nimble snake.

Gently hooking him, it easily pulled the man close to her.

"Resting so early?"

Jiang Yi exerted a little force with her toes, and the man was drawn toward her.

Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but lean forward, his hands instinctively propping on either side of the woman's neck to steady himself.