Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 36 - Luo Tianxuan, Your House Has Been Raided by Your Sister

To be able to trade a few meals of sweet and sour pork ribs for a younger sister-in-law to act as a personal bodyguard—this deal was a bargain.

Having lived two lives, Song Yan wasn't socially anxious, but being alone in a carriage with his younger sister-in-law, for a moment he didn't know what to say. Only the creaking of the carriage was the sole sound. The faint, almost imperceptible fragrance on his younger sister-in-law, although not as rich as Yang Siyao's, made Song Yan feel more at ease, and the small carriage also became a bit amorous.

To avoid letting his gaze linger too much on his younger sister-in-law, Song Yan picked up the box that Butler Wang had stuffed into his arms. He had thought it might be some kind of treasure, but when he opened it, there was only a yellow sheet of paper inside.

Could it be more property deeds?

Thinking this, he found he had guessed wrong again.

The yellow paper was filled with densely packed names. The ink was still a bit damp; it must have been written down just a moment ago. The handwriting was disorderly, and one could tell that Butler Wang's mood was quite terrible when he wrote these things.

Song Yan's brow furrowed. He glanced at it briefly, then looked up and asked: "Who are Yang Ruyi and Guo Yang?"

"Yang Ruyi is the illegitimate daughter of the Yang family's fifth branch, so she can be considered Yang Shi's cousin. As for Guo Yang, he is the legitimate eldest son of the Viscount of Ruyang." Luo Tianyi's voice was still cold and clear:

"Yang Ruyi is Guo Yang's main wife."

Her head also wasn't turned back. From Song Yan's angle, he could just see his younger sister-in-law's side profile.

Snow for her flesh and bone, the moon for her spirit;

Walking near a lotus pond, she stirs no dust.

Rosy clouds hold a pearl, receiving the jade-like dew;

Before her vermilion lips part, spring has already broken.

Even the Goddess of the Luo River from the brush of Cao Zijian was probably no more than this.

He silently retracted his gaze, not daring to look any longer. Perhaps because of those Golden Kidneys, this body was truly too sensitive. When they were alone, he always felt his younger sister-in-law was even more beautiful.

After a few breaths, Song Yan looked up again:

"And Yang Mengxue and Xue Qiyuan?"

"Yang Mengxue is the eldest illegitimate daughter of the Yang family's fourth branch. Xue Qiyuan is the second legitimate son of the Viscount of Zhao'an, but because the legitimate eldest son is uneducated, the position of heir apparent will most likely fall to Xue Qiyuan."

"Are they also husband and wife?"

"Yes, the main wife."

"How do you know so much about the Yang family's affairs?"

Luo Tianyi was still gazing out the window, as if something outside was continuously attracting her gaze.

"The Luo family is not an ordinary family. In selecting a husband, we naturally have to deliberate carefully."

"During those few days of testing the medicine, we investigated you and the entire Duke's mansion, both inside and out. Yang Miaoqing was no exception."

Luo Tianyi was quite frank and didn't hide anything. Song Yan didn't feel offended. It's just, an investigation is an investigation, but isn't this a little too detailed? They didn't even let off Yang Shi's maternal clan.

Besides, what's with this younger sister-in-law?

Before, I taught you a passage, and you couldn't remember it for the life of you, but you remember this gossip so clearly.

A single sheet of yellow paper, voluminously recording nearly a hundred names. Among them, three names were specially circled. Asking about them one by one, it was just as expected: all were women of the Yang family and their husbands, and the men they married were all nobles.

This was actually a little problematic.

The Yang family is a thousand-year-old aristocratic family. It's only now that the influence of aristocratic families has weakened slightly. In the past, they didn't even care about the imperial family. It is said that the founding emperor of Ning, Taizu, wanted to marry a legitimate daughter of an aristocratic family to be his son's consort, but was refused.

Even the imperial family was treated like this, let alone the crude martial men under the emperor. The women of aristocratic families mostly looked down on these muddy-legged nouveau riche. Compared to the titled nobles, aristocratic families were more willing to intermarry with other aristocratic families.

It wasn't until he saw the last name that Song Yan's throat moved inexplicably, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Then... What about Yang Miaoyun?"

The younger sister-in-law, whose face had been like frost all this time, finally turned her head, glanced at Song Yan with some surprise, and then slowly spoke:

"She is the current Noble Consort!"

Yang Miaoqing, Yang Miaoyun.

When he saw this name, Song Yan actually already had the answer in his heart, but after hearing the younger sister-in-law's words with his own ears, his heart still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Song Zhen.

Yang Shi.

Duke Song.

Noble Consort Yang?

The Ning Emperor.

Song Yan didn't even notice that his breathing had inexplicably become rapid. The Yang family could plot for Duke Song's mansion. Who could guarantee that the Yang family didn't have ideas about other titled nobles? What was the meaning of those three circled names?

In ancient times, although the upper class often used marriage alliances to maintain relationships, these relationships were not stable. If a conflict of interest arose, even if you were in-laws, they would still move against you if they had to. That is to say, even though the Yang family had married off so many daughters, the families of these daughters' husbands would not necessarily stand on the Yang family's side.

But... What if the next generation of these nobles were all like Song Zhen?

If the Yang family's plan really succeeded, then nearly one-third of the nobles in the entire Ning Kingdom would be controlled by the Yang family. This would be a terrifying force, terrifying enough to easily push the son born to Noble Consort Yang onto that throne.

Wait a minute...

Song Yan's body suddenly trembled, his face turning slightly pale. A layer of cold sweat even broke out on his forehead. What if... what if the Yang family's ambitions were even greater?

What if the prince born to Noble Consort Yang was also...

His eyelashes trembled slightly. Song Yan's eyes narrowed to a slit: This matter is probably going to be huge.

His gaze remained fixed on the paper. The names of Yang Miaoyun and the Ning Emperor seemed exceptionally glaring.

Could such a plan really succeed? Even if the Yang family is a thousand-year-old aristocratic family, do they really have such audacity?

Let alone the Ning Emperor, the other noble families are definitely not fools. How exactly could the Yang family pull off such a grand deception?

Who is the cicada?

Who is the mantis?

And who is the oriole?

For a moment, Song Yan even felt a little helpless. He was just a small character who had just escaped from a cage. Why did he have to learn this secret that could get him killed at any moment?

The scorching sun hung overhead, and the temperature in the carriage naturally rose, but Song Yan only felt that the air he breathed in was bone-chillingly cold, his body as if frozen stiff.

"What's wrong with you? You look a little pale. Are you sick?”

Noticing Song Yan's deathly pale face, Luo Tianyi's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She couldn't help but move a little closer, and a small hand rested on Song Yan's forehead.

Ice-cold.

It was as if she couldn't feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Just then, the wheel of the carriage seemed to have run over a rock. With a sudden clunk, the body of the carriage shook.

The two were quite close, and with Luo Tianyi's attention completely on Song Yan, her body, under the force of inertia, uncontrollably lunged forward.

The carriage stopped.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Luo Tianyi's body was cool. As if influenced by this coolness, Song Yan actually felt his originally chaotic heart gradually calm down, and the distracting thoughts in his mind were dispelled bit by bit.

This taste of tranquility made him crave it.

But Song Yan, after all, was still maintaining his sobriety. Although it felt very comfortable to hold Luo Tianyi's body in his arms, for a brother-in-law and a younger sister-in-law, this situation was ultimately not very appropriate. Thinking this, Song Yan grabbed Luo Tianyi's shoulders, preparing to push her away.

Just then, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted.

"Tianyi... Huh?"

It was Yushuang. She seemed to want to say something, but before she could finish, she saw the situation inside the carriage. The expression on her face immediately became extremely strange, and her voice got stuck in her throat. The next instant, with a swsh, she dropped the curtain again.

It's over, it's over. Luo Tianxuan, your house has been raided by your sister.