The Foolish Husband of the Landlord's Family (GL)

Chapter 33: A Rotten Idea

The original owner of Jiang Yuan's body came to the Lin family at twelve, with Lin Kong having been there for less than a year. It all seemed coincidental, and during Lin Kong's feverish nights, the original owner deliberately refrained from caring for her to provoke her into murmuring martial arts techniques in her sleep.

Thus, what the black-clad figures sought from the original owner was simple: the words Lin Kong unconsciously uttered while dreaming. Everything made sense now.

Jiang Yuan couldn't fathom why the original owner, after obtaining the martial arts techniques, would try to pass them off as her own, ultimately leading to her murder by the black-clad figures’ master.

Could she have been planning to keep the techniques for herself? Or was it for her sister?

Jiang Yuan realized that no matter how she thought it through, Lin Kong remained the central figure. The techniques must have had some unique value, enough for the original owner to spend six years as Lin Kong's child bride to obtain them, only to be killed in the end.

Now with the original owner gone, Jiang Yuan had taken over, but she remained alive, indicating that the black-clad figures were unaware of how the original owner had acquired the techniques. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let her live this long, which was her current value.

As for other matters, she still couldn't understand them fully.

For now, she needed to ensure the black-clad figures remained unaware of how the techniques were obtained, so she retained her value and bargaining leverage.

Jiang Yuan, holding Lin Kong, pondered these events, growing more confused. Initially suspecting those framing her were aligned with the black-clad figures, she now wavered.

There seemed no benefit in framing her, other than her life and supposed wealth.

Moreover, she hadn't made many enemies since arriving, leaving her at a loss for who might want her gone. Ultimately, she could only suspect the black-clad figures, perhaps for reasons she hadn't considered.

As she mulled over these thoughts, a chill crept up from her feet.

Despite special treatment from Song Keyan, the cell remained a cell—dark, damp, without a proper bed.

Jiang Yuan had been leaning against the wall, sitting on straw, while Lin Kong lay comfortably in her arms, sleeping soundly.

The two guards, drunk, snored loudly at the table.

Jiang Yuan managed to endure until early morning when the temperature plummeted, and snow seemed to fall. Though Lin Kong was a small furnace in her arms, her feet and back pressed against the stone, the icy cold seeped into her bones.

She clung tighter to Lin Kong, yet the warmth was only relative in this frigid cell, providing fleeting comfort.

Having suffered little hardship since arriving, and with the body wounded fatally before she occupied it, Jiang Yuan shivered uncontrollably in the cold.

Sensing Jiang Yuan’s distress, Lin Kong awoke, alarmed, "Wife, what's wrong?"

"I'm... fine," Jiang Yuan's teeth chattered, "Kong'er, go back to sleep."