He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 67 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

In the end, Wen Xinxin barely survived, but Bai Yifan was in a terrible situation, left all alone in a dark, damp cell crawling with rats.

In just one day, he went from being an incredibly wealthy imperial merchant to a prisoner.

His mind went completely blank, and he hasn't recovered yet.

He only went out to see Wen Xinxin once before he was caught in adultery, interrogated, imprisoned, and executed. The whole thing happened in just one day.

The whole process was so smooth, it was as if it had been pre-planned.

"Brother Ichiban, Brother Ichiban."

In the pitch-black dungeon, a tense, trembling female voice rang out.

Wen Xinxin held the torch with trepidation. The faint light made her face look pale, and even her shadow on the ground seemed to tremble.

It sounds like someone is calling him?

Bai Yifan was unsure, but when he looked up, the suspicious-looking person looked somewhat familiar.

Then it dawned on me, wasn't that Wen Xinxin?

He abandoned his previous dejection and grabbed the dungeon bars without saying a word: "Xin Xin, I'm here."

His voice was tinged with an indescribable excitement.

He was only twenty years old, a time of dashing charm and high spirits; he would rather die than live in vain.

The woman, dressed in all black, carefully moved over and staggered as she opened the cell door.

Bai Yifan, now free, didn't care how Wen Xinxin, a weak woman, managed to break through layers of defenses and successfully steal the key to rescue him.

All he knew was that he didn't have to die.

Fortunately, he didn't forget Wen Xinxin, who risked her life to save him, and remembered to take her with him when he fled.

The two ran as fast as they could, taking five steps in one, and naturally missed the person hiding in the shadows.

Wen Yan kicked the soldier lying to the side speechlessly, then resignedly dragged him and the drugged man from the cell to an open space.

"This whole thing—drugging and dragging people around—is exhausting. I hate going to work; I just want to stay put."

233 materialized, biting the corner of a soldier's clothes, and used all its strength to help Wen Yan drag the person away.

With a "bang," the last soldier was thrown to the ground and piled up in a heap.

Wen Yan clapped her hands, and it was done.

Next step: arson.

Wen Yan rummaged through her secret stash for a while, muttering to herself, "Huh, where's my explosive pellet? I clearly left it here."

After searching for a few seconds, I decisively gave up.

"Little San, could you get me a few liters of gasoline?"

233 conjured up several large barrels of gasoline like a magic trick, and thoughtfully unscrewed the caps to control the gasoline with his mind, pouring it around the dungeon.

Wen Yan looked at her curiously: "Aren't you afraid of being eliminated from the small world?"

233 was stunned for a moment, then lay back down.

It ignores everything else when it follows the big boss.

That's a really bad habit.

Wen Yan casually tossed over thirty torches into the dungeon.

Sparks exploded instantly, illuminating the desolate wilderness as if it were daytime.

"The water is gone! The water is gone!"

Wen Yan silently disappeared and walked home at a leisurely pace.

Tsk, she's becoming more and more like an arsonist lately; she's been setting fires all these days.

Wen Yan rubbed her eyes, feeling sleepy. Being a villain really is physically demanding.

After climbing into the yard, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

I woke up around noon, and it was drizzling outside.

"Xiahe, wear that smoky purple embroidered shirt and skirt today."

"Yes, Your Highness." Wen Yan changed into the dress she had chosen, washed up, and then called for someone to serve her meal.

Wei Jiqing had just finished court and happened to come over to have lunch with Wen Yan.

He wore a snow-white crimson gauze robe with cloud and water patterns, held a smoky blue oil-paper umbrella, and had a light gold patterned belt tied around his waist. His eyebrows and eyes were cold and indifferent, but upon closer inspection, there were a few traces of sorrow.

Wen Yan immediately transformed into a gentle and understanding woman.

"Why do you look so worried, my husband?" She handed him a bowl and chopsticks. "Would eating something make you feel better?"

Wei Jiqing had dark circles under his eyes, and Wen Yan felt extremely distressed.

That damned emperor is exploiting his subordinates again.

I'll get him sooner or later.

Wei Jiqing sat down to have lunch with his wife: "Last night, a fire broke out in the dungeon, killing many people."

Burning these people to death is no big deal; they're vicious death row inmates anyway, so it doesn't matter whether they die sooner or later.

The strange thing is that Bai Yifan has disappeared.

They compared all the charred corpses and found none that resembled Bai Yifan's physique.

He seems to have vanished into thin air.

During the morning court session, the emperor acted like an alpaca having a manic episode, standing in front of the court spewing saliva and throwing a huge tantrum.

The ministers who stood at the front came in the rain, and those who stood inside the house were also sprayed with saliva.

They both licked the saliva and coaxed people, and even swore to catch the murderer.

The torment is a triple torment of body, mind, and brain, causing unbearable suffering.

Wei Jiqing gazed at his gentle and beautiful wife before him, wanting to ask her thoughts: "What does Yan Yan think?"

Actually, he wanted to ask her if she knew who the murderer was.

Wen Yan smiled gently: "I believe the Minister of Justice will definitely be able to find the murderer."

[I immediately guessed it was Wen Xinxin, and Wei Yanlin was definitely kept in the dark.]

Wei Jiqing's forehead twitched.

Of all the people, he never doubted Wen Xinxin.

Panting for breath after every step, does this spoiled, clueless young lady have the guts to break someone out of prison?

But Yan Yan must have her reasons for saying that, so he decided to investigate the matter privately.

Wen Yan looked at Wei Jiqing, who was lost in thought, and said gently, "Husband, you've been very busy lately, so please don't get involved."

After saying that, he touched the dark circles under Wei Jiqing's eyes, his eyes filled with heartache.

They all looked haggard.

"Let the Fifth Prince go. He has just recovered and needs to do some things."

[Letting him go is just right; I guarantee he won't find anything, no matter how hard he investigates. The person next to you is the real culprit, always hiding based on the clues you have. No matter how hard you try, you'll never suspect your deeply loving wife.]

[In the end, when her husband revealed the truth, it was hilarious to think about Wei Yanlin's visibly changed expression. This greatly diminished the Emperor's trust in Wei Yanlin and damaged their marital relationship—a double win.]

Wen Yan's smile grew even more genuine, her desire to watch the spectacle reaching its peak.

Wei Jiqing silently put down his chopsticks and looked at the woman in front of him with a fair complexion and gentle demeanor.

Silently remember: Never offend the lady.

“What you say is absolutely right, so I didn’t speak when Father asked, but Wei Yanlin did.”

The pattering rain grew fainter and fainter. Wen Yan looked into the courtyard and saw only a thin layer of rain hanging halfway on the treetops.

Today is a rare cool day.

Wen Yan suggested, "Husband, shall we go boating on the lake? I've heard that boating on the lake in the drizzle has a special charm."

Wei Jiqing thought that he had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he nodded and agreed.

Wen Yan is a woman of action; when she gets excited, she'll just set off on a whim.

After the rain, Qinghu Lake resembles a serene and beautiful ink painting.

Wei Jiqing, holding a smoky blue oil-paper umbrella, led Wen Yan slowly along the stone path.

Under the willow tree, an old man wearing a straw raincoat was leisurely fishing. A thin line of willow branches hung on the calm, still water, and the floating branches occasionally brushed against the old man's back.

Upon seeing the approaching person from afar, Wen Yan calmly led Wei Jiqing toward him.

The old man fishing alone by Liuxia Lake, isn't that Mr. Jiang, the foremost strategist of Nanyang?

Wei Yanlin's ability to navigate the court in his later years was largely thanks to this powerful figure.

She originally just came to try her luck and cultivate her relationship with her husband, but unexpectedly, she actually hit the jackpot.

If Wei Jiqing had such assistance, creating a prosperous era would be a piece of cake.

As Wen Yan was envisioning the future, she suddenly saw a man and a woman slowly approaching the old man.

Upon closer inspection, it was Wei Yanlin and Wen Xinxin?

Wen Yan's heart pounded with alarm bells. She grabbed Wei Jiqing and hurried along, catching up with the two of them at the same time as the old man.

Wei Yanlin frowned.

He was locked in a fierce battle with Wei Jiqing, and as a result, he also disliked Wen Yan.

They would make sarcastic remarks about Wei Jiqing whenever they bumped into him on the street.