I Transmigrated and Already Had a Wife - Chapter 66

Lin Muwan shook her head helplessly.

This person was truly of a childlike nature. He was about to become a father, yet his mouth was constantly spouting nonsense.

“Alright, let’s go inside. Mother has asked the kitchen to prepare a meal. You go take a bath and change your clothes first, then you can eat.”

Jiang Zhou glanced around. Her cheap mother and the others had already left, and the maidservants were busy with their own tasks. The longing inside her became restless. Although she had seen Lin Muwan every day over the past few days, being in the Ministry of Justice’s prison, Lin Muwan had been very restrained—at most, she would hug her or kiss her forehead. Now that they were home, Jiang Zhou felt she couldn’t hold back. She bent down, leaned in, and kissed Lin Muwan on the corner of her lips. After the kiss, she said hoarsely, “There’s no one here.”

A searing heat spread between the two, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Before Lin Muwan could speak, she added, “How about my wife joins me for a bath later?”

Lin Muwan pressed her lips together and subtly stepped back to create some distance, afraid that this person would kiss her again if she wasn’t careful.

What if Mother or the maidservants saw them…

This libertine!

All he ever thought about was this kind of thing. Lin Muwan wanted to take back what she had just said about his “childlike nature”; a child would never be like him.

She glared at Jiang Zhou, yet she truly couldn’t do anything about her. She pursed her lips and said, “To the room.” Leaving just those two words, she walked into the room.

Jiang Zhou: “…”

She scratched her head, her heart blooming with joy. Without thinking further, she quickly followed her into the room and locked the door from the inside.

Lin Muwan heard the sound of the lock clicking, turned to look at her, a hint of confusion in her eyes. The next instant, she immediately understood, gazed at her for a long time, and then sighed softly, deciding to let him be.

Having made up her mind, she no longer felt the awkwardness from before. However, besides that one time, although they had intimate moments, that person had always considered her feelings and had not crossed the final boundary.

Jiang Zhou stepped forward and hugged her from behind, murmuring, “I missed you so much these past few days.”

With that, she tightened her arms, pulling the person completely into her embrace. The familiar scent was comforting.

Lin Muwan’s face flushed a light red. Perhaps because her back was turned to him, or perhaps because she truly missed him, she responded in a low voice, “Me too.”

Jiang Zhou’s breath hitched. She never expected Lin Muwan to respond so directly. Slowly, she turned the person around, lowered her head, and kissed her neck. The scorching breath fell upon the slightly cool skin, instantly staining it with a faint pink. She kissed along the neck, over the ear, and finally stopped at the soft, thin lips.

Lin Muwan hugged Jiang Zhou back, her body trembling uncontrollably, an occasional soft, shallow moan escaping her lips.

Three days of longing were all dissolved in this kiss. Unlike their usual gentleness, this kiss was domineering and savage, giving Lin Muwan no chance to hide. She was gradually pulled into the abyss of desire, yielding entirely to him.

“Mmm~, Husband…” Lin Muwan found it hard to bear. Her hands gripped tightly onto his back, yet she couldn’t help but tilt her head to meet him.

Jiang Zhou’s breathing grew deeper. With a sudden, forceful move, he lifted her and placed her sitting on the table, leaning over her. Through her clothing, he caressed her waist. His palm was scalding hot, causing shivers. His lips lingered, sucking at her fair, swan-like neck, leaving behind marks like blossoming red plum flowers.

Lin Muwan’s legs felt weak, and she could only cling to him.

Knock, knock

“Sir, Madam, the water is ready.” A knock and the maidservant’s voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Zhou paused, swallowed, a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead. She slowed her breathing, looking down at Lin Muwan, whose forehead rested on her shoulder as she gasped for air. On her neck were the marks he had left. Jiang Zhou took a deep breath, composed herself, and asked hoarsely, “What is all the noise about?”

This thoughtless little maid.

The maidservant was confused.

Her voice had been quite soft, so how could it be noisy? The little maid lowered her head, not daring to speak again.

After a moment, Jiang Zhou’s expression returned to normal. She raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Lin Muwan’s ear. “Wife, I’ll carry you to the bed.”

With that, she carefully lifted Lin Muwan in her arms and carried her to the bed. Only then did she turn to open the door.

The door opened, and Jiang Zhou appeared, her face sullen. She stared intently at the maidservant; her eyes filled with displeasure. The more she looked at the maid, the more frustrated she felt.

Why had he chosen such an unobservant maidservant back then?

The little maidservant felt that her master’s gaze today was strange, full of silent resentment. When she looked at the Madam, who was leaning on the headboard reading a book, that also felt odd, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

The young maid was perplexed but didn’t dare to look up openly. She braced herself, carried the water into the room, poured it into the bathtub, and then hurried out.

Seeing that the bathwater was ready and remembering what Lin Muwan had promised, Jiang Zhou proactively rose to help Lin Muwan. “Wife, we—”

“Husband, the bathwater is ready. You go ahead and bathe. I’ll go to the kitchen and have them reheat the dishes; they’re probably cold by now.”

With that, Lin Muwan stood up, pretending not to notice Jiang Zhou’s eager gaze, lifted her skirt, and rushed out the door in a panic.

Jiang Zhou: “…”

The day after the assassin was captured, the assassin’s identity was quickly confirmed, based on Meng Yu’s prior investigation and the clues provided by Jiang Zhou.

It turned out the assassin belonged to a killer organization in the jianghu, specializing in murder for hire. Xiao Qi sent men based on the clues to thoroughly dismantle the organization and arrest all of its managers.

Under severe interrogation at the Ministry of Justice, those people quickly confessed. The person who had contacted them was the steward of the Fourth Prince’s Residence, and the deaths of the two Ministry of Justice officials were also their doing.

Buying murder, with irrefutable evidence. The Emperor was furious, erupting in a huge fit of anger. He ordered the Fourth Prince to be stripped of his title and exiled to guard the imperial tombs, forbidden to ever step outside the tombs for the rest of his life. Anyone who pleaded on his behalf would be stripped of their office and imprisoned.

Concurrently with the Fourth Prince’s downfall, a memorial was submitted, exposing the Crown Prince’s correspondence with the rebel Zhao Mao over the years, and how he had embezzled military grain while escorting supplies, disregarding the lives of ten thousand border soldiers.

With two princes falling in quick succession, the court situation tipped overwhelmingly in one direction. Many officials who had previously supported the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince defected to support the Seventh Prince.

As for Minister Lin, he was reinstated to his official position and released on the same day the Fourth Prince was demoted.

However, the stubborn old man couldn’t quite accept the fact that his daughter was already married and insisted on taking her back to the Minister’s Residence. Jiang Zhou had no choice but to meet with Lin Muwan secretly every day.

At a theatre in the capital.

Jiang Zhou smiled and pushed the peeled melon seeds in her hand toward Lin Muwan. “Wife, have you seen this play before?”

Lin Muwan turned to look at her and nodded. “Yes, I watched it a long time ago.”

“This story is very popular in my hometown, too.”

Jiang Zhou watched as the Buddhist monk, Fahai, imprisoned the White Snake Maiden beneath the Leifeng Pagoda, forcing the separation of the White Snake Maiden and Xu Xian. She couldn’t help but sigh. Wasn’t this the true reflection of her and Lin Muwan’s current situation?

She really couldn’t live like this anymore.

She was helpless against her father-in-law, and her eyes held resentment whenever she looked at Lin Muwan.

“Oh?” Lin Muwan raised an eyebrow and asked in return, “Has Husband seen it before?”

Jiang Zhou: “Yes, I have. This play is from our side.”

She didn’t know which fellow countryman had brought it over, but it gave her an idea. Perhaps she could write some scripts and sell them in the future; maybe she could even get rich from it.

As for the conflicts in court, she would leave them to others. After all, she had already submitted her letter of resignation to the Emperor, and the Emperor had approved it, promising that she could return whenever she wanted.

Did he think she was stupid?

Why worry about being assassinated every day when she could live a comfortable, free life?

Jiang Zhou put down the melon seeds in her hand, grabbed a handful of peanuts from another plate, peeled them, and pushed them toward Lin Muwan.

She was all smiles.

Lin Muwan ate one, chewed it slowly, and took a sip of tea to wash away the oiliness of the peanut.

“Husband, is there something else you haven’t made clear?” Lin Muwan spoke softly, her phoenix eyes slightly curved, like a warm sun in winter or blossoming peach flowers in spring.

Jiang Zhou was confused. What hadn’t she made clear?

There were still maidservants nearby, so she leaned closer and whispered, “Wife, I honestly can’t recall. Can you give me a hint?”

Lin Muwan smiled faintly without speaking, her eyes full of amusement as she watched her.

Jiang Zhou’s mind raced. Combining this with what she had just said, the answer was on the tip of her tongue. She swallowed, and before she could be sure if her guess was correct, her eyes were fixed on Lin Muwan.

“Husband, you don’t need to be nervous. If you don’t want to say it, I won’t ask.”

Jiang Zhou pursed her lips and tightened her palms. Sure enough, Lin Muwan was asking about that very issue.

Forget it. She was going to tell her anyway. Since Lin Muwan asked, Jiang Zhou said softly, “I want to tell you,” and truthfully recounted her past to Lin Muwan one by one.

Lin Muwan frowned, looking at her, her gaze obscure and unsettling. After a while, she said softly, “Are you saying that you originally planned to leave by yourself?”

“Huh?” Jiang Zhou, with a strong will to survive, quickly waved her hands and explained, “No, that was before. Before, I thought you liked the original Jiang Zhou, so…” She looked up and met Lin Muwan’s gaze, stating seriously, “Even if you kick me out now, I won’t leave.”

“Even if Father disagrees, you won’t leave?”

Jiang Zhou raised her hand to swear, “I won’t leave.” You and the baby are here, where could I possibly go?

Speaking of Minister Lin, Jiang Zhou felt a little frustrated. Every time she saw him, he had a look that could eat her alive.

It was as if he was saying that his precious gem had been tainted by a pig like her.

In a while, after they finished watching the play, she would have to send Lin Muwan back to the Minister’s Residence, estimating that Minister Lin would be home from court soon.