Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 137 A Match Made in Heaven (2)

Luo Tianyi stretched her neck forcefully, which slightly shattered her image as a cool and aloof female warrior, but she still managed to swallow the steamed bun and picked up the longsword leaning against the door as she chased after him.

Watching the two figures walk away, one in front of the other, Luo Yuheng's expression was somewhat strange. He muttered something under his breath, but no one could hear what he said.

Hearing the footsteps behind him and smelling a familiar scent, Song Yan rubbed his temples speechlessly. He knew who was following him without even turning around. "Tianyi, this is the Luo residence. It's late. There's no need to keep following me."

A brief silence followed, then a familiar, cold voice entered his ears: "That widow is a seventh-rank martial artist. She's not so easy to control. You won't be able to handle her if she gets out of control."

A perfectly valid reason.

Well, it doesn’t matter.

Song Yan simply felt that the dungeon was too filthy a place, not fitting his sister-in-law's image. Since she wanted to come along, so be it. Besides, Luo Tianyi was right. Although Song Yan was certain that even a powerful martial artist would be rendered incapacitated by a tranquilizer capable of taking down a tiger and a dozen sleeping pills, he even thought this widow might never wake up. However, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

Having your sister-in-law with you is definitely safer.

Song Yan scratched his head and realized that he seemed to have gotten used to his sister-in-law's cold face following him by his side, and the sense of security he felt was overwhelming.

Habits are truly terrifying things. Song Yan couldn't even imagine what he would do if his sister-in-law stopped following him like this one day... Then he smiled. Unless his sister-in-law really got married one day, she would probably have to be his bodyguard for the rest of her life.

Getting the sister-in-law to get married is extremely difficult.

Muttering to herself, Luo Tianyi was unaware of Song Yan's thoughts. She glanced at Song Yan's strange expression with some curiosity, but didn't say anything and just silently followed behind him.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

The crescent moon hung gracefully in the sky. After the scorching sun of the day, much of the moisture had evaporated, making the night sky quiet and clear.

The silvery moonlight bathed the earth, shrouding the entire Ningping County in a silvery veil.

On the ground, the two figures cast long shadows that swayed and occasionally crossed.

The soft sound of footsteps echoed faintly.

Before long, the old courtyard near the back of the mansion came into view. It was the same low-ceilinged room, and a middle-aged man sat at the door, idly counting the stars. In this era, before pollution, the stars were exceptionally bright at night. However, there were so many that after a while, the man felt dizzy and gave up easily. After all, his son-in-law had said, "Nothing is difficult if you're willing to give up."

The son-in-law is a scholar, so what he said makes a lot of sense.

Footsteps approached, and looking up, the young master and the second young lady appeared before him. In the moonlight, their figures seemed strangely harmonious, as if they were a match made in heaven. Shaking his head, the guard dismissed the jumbled thoughts from his mind. The young master was the eldest young lady's husband; what was he thinking? A smile quickly appeared on his face, and the guard happily moved closer. He had a very good impression of this young master.

Perhaps because of his upbringing, the son-in-law didn't boss around his servants, but he wasn't exactly respectful either. It was more like he had a big soul in a small body, and he seemed very mature. Even though he was more than twenty years older than the son-in-law, sometimes he couldn't keep up with the conversation.

Moreover, the son-in-law always brings her something good whenever he appears.

He touched the sword at his waist; it was a gift from his son-in-law.

He had tried it; this knife easily cleaved his original curved sword in two. It was definitely a divine weapon, something he could never afford in his entire life, yet his son-in-law gave it to him so casually, simply because they got along well.

"Young Master, Second Miss..." He greeted them while his mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts.

"Brother Wang..." Song Yan smiled, "You're on night watch tonight, is everything alright? Is that woman in the dungeon dead?"

"Probably not. He was still breathing during the last checkup, but he was unconscious."

Song Yan was a little surprised.

That's impressive physical condition; no wonder he's a seventh-rank martial artist.

I felt a little envious, after all, his physical condition was relatively poor in his previous life.

Only Liang Qiaofeng remained in the dungeon.

Both Granny Xiao and Granny Lai are dead.

It seems that one day the three old women got into a fight, and Liang Jinfeng, relying on her full stomach and great strength, took on two of them. By the time the guards outside noticed the commotion and rushed over, both old women were already dead.

One was strangled to death by Liang Qiaofeng, who choked him so hard that his cervical vertebrae seemed to be broken.

The other was someone who was grabbed by the hair by Liang Qiaofeng and repeatedly slammed against the wall until he died.

As for Liang Qiaofeng, she remained in the dungeon, with no other restrictions besides being unable to leave. Hearing the commotion, Liang Qiaofeng immediately approached. She had changed into a set of coarse linen clothes, which, although worn, were much cleaner than before, and she had even tidied her hair a bit. The look in her eyes as she looked at Song Yan showed no hatred whatsoever, only fear and gratitude. It seemed that in Liang Qiaofeng's heart, being alive was already a great blessing.

As for the widow, she was lying on a wooden plank.

His body was bound with ropes, which wrapped around his neck, circled twice around his chest, and extended down to his lower abdomen and thighs, forming a pattern resembling a tortoise shell.

Song Yan's lips twitched. This must be a tortoise shell binding technique.

I never expected Liang Qiaofeng to have this skill; she's quite a talent.

After taking another closer look, I have to say that this young widow has a really good figure. Although she is petite, she has beautifully curved legs, a slender waist, and a particularly full chest and hips.

She didn't practice any seductive arts, yet she still inexplicably captivated people.

Her long, jet-black hair was spread out on the wooden board, almost as long as her body.

Her cheeks were small, and while she wasn't exactly a beauty of unparalleled grace, she possessed a delicate and charming quality.

"Master..." Liang Qiaofeng said obsequiously from the side, "Ever since this little hussy was brought here, she's had this half-closed-eye look on her face. She's probably fast asleep."

"Without your instructions, Master, this old servant dares not act rashly."

"If you hand her over to this old servant, I guarantee I can pry her mouth open." For some reason, Liang Qiaofeng's voice turned sinister. In the torchlight, the old woman's eyes gleamed with an eerie light, as if the experience of torturing Granny Xiao and Granny Lai had greatly stimulated her, and she was starting to like this feeling.

“That’s unnecessary.” Song Yan sighed, silently walked to the widow’s side, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: “Since she can’t wake up, she can be used to test the medicine.”

As he spoke, Song Yan produced a sealed syringe in his hand.

With a ripping sound, the outer packaging was torn open.

In his other hand, he produced a transparent glass bottle containing some strange white powder.

As the saline solution was injected, the strange powder quickly dissolved.

On the sharp pillow, a drop of liquid is gently swaying.

Song Yan could clearly see that her long eyelashes were trembling slightly.

The next instant, her eyes opened. Her dark eyes stared intently at Song Yan. The widow was awake.

As if driven by instinct, her body twitched slightly, but the ropes were tied very tightly. Most importantly, although she had woken up, her mind was still foggy, and her limbs still had no strength. The effects of the strange drug had not completely dissipated.

"What was that thing you put inside me before?" Fortunately, she could speak, although she still had a bit of a lisp.

Song Yan blinked: "The Ten Fragrance Softening Powder can only be countered by the Sorrowful Breeze. Don't struggle anymore."

The widow's heart sank slightly; it really was the legendary Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder.

She's really done for... Even though she has a ninth-rank martial artist protecting her, they still had to waste such a rare medicine on her. Are all the people in the Princess's family this arrogant?

As for what is the "Sad Breeze"?
I've never heard of it, but it sounds really impressive.

Song Yan sighed softly: "I have some very sad news for you. Of your six villains, the eldest, Ghost Face Mad Blade, the second, Ghost Whirlwind, Blood Hand Butcher, and those two scholars are all dead."

"You are the only one who survived."

The widow's eyes narrowed to slits, and her face showed little sadness. After all, although they were the Six Villains, they were not actually related. They had only banded together for warmth because they were all wanted by the authorities.

"Why did you leave me here? What do you want to do?" The widow frowned, her eyes darted around, and she looked down, but could only see two mountains.

Could this man be after her body?
As expected, all men are not good.

Song Yan smiled and said, "I just want to make a deal with you."

“Bu Yu…” Song Yan cleared his throat: “You don’t want to be trapped in this dungeon for the rest of your life, do you?”

(End of this chapter)