Chapter 1290: Chapter 1288: Our Business Isn’t Over Yet!

A Sound Transmission Talisman stopped in front of Jian.

Jian opened it, and the talisman emitted Huan’s voice—[Come to the Demon Realm.]

“What’s going on?” Sally asked with concern, knowing he still had four heads, she was very worried that something might happen to him, and he might accidentally lose a head again.

Jian looked into her eyes and smiled, “First, change your face back.”

“Okay.” Sally transformed back into her original appearance.

Jian lowered his head to kiss her… amidst the lingering lips and tongues, a certain male’s eyes not only turned into vertical pupils, but the fiery desire was also about to burst forth, “So, the taste of a female is so wonderful!”

Sally teased him, “This is the taste of a wife, only a wife’s taste is this good! No other female can compare.”

She needed to brainwash him now, to prevent him from putting a little hat on her in the future.

“Yes, the taste of a wife. When I smell other females, I have no reproductive urges at all.” Jian’s voice was low and husky, “I have to go to the Demon Realm.”

“Go ahead, I have a few things to keep busy with here as well.” Sally’s fingertips pressed suddenly on a spot on his lower back that he liked the most.

“Mm~… I believe you, you must be feasting on me all the time!” Deep in Jian’s captivating eyes, there was a smoldering flame of ambiguity.

“That’s right! Delicious to the extreme!” Sally rose on her toes and kissed his slender, perfect neck, nibbling and licking lightly to leave a beautiful flower-shaped lip print.

“Keep it like this, when you come back, I’ll show you the true best of a wife.” Sally enticed.

“You said it, no backing out.” Jian stared straight at Sally.

“In the future, you’ll know that there’s even more waiting for you!” Sally smiled mysteriously.

Jian reluctantly left.

After Jian left, two government officials came over with some staff to question her.

Sally forgot to change back to the face of a middle-aged woman for a moment, so the staff member looked at her face and was directly captivated, taking quite a while before saying, “You are… who? Where’s Sister Su?”

Sister Su? She quickly glanced at the makeup mirror and smiled, “That’s my sister, she’s out on some errands, I’m her younger sister, Sally.”

The official looked at her face, swallowed, and asked, “Where are you from, Miss? How old are you?”

“Sixteen… Shenjiang City.” She deliberately used a Shenjiang accent to prove she was from there.

“Identity token?”

“Lost to a pickpocket on the way to the Capital.”

“What a pity, so why did you and your eldest sister come to the Capital?”

“To seek relatives in the Capital.”

“Which relatives?”

“Song Zhuo of the Duke Song Mansion.”

The official was startled, seemed to recall something, and coughed, “My surname is Xue, you can call me Old Xue or Chief Xue.”

“Hello, Chief Xue.”

“Hmm, hmm, do you know the deceased?”

“Don’t know.”

The forensic doctor came over, holding a dirty talisman paper, and whispered to Chief Xue, “There’s something unclean at the scene.”

“The Lord has arrived.” Another official came over, “He’s currently at the crime scene.”

“Alright, I’ll head over.” Chief Xue looked at Sally, “Just right, Miss Su, come with us.”

“Yes, Chief Xue, please lead the way.” She casually mentioned it, not expecting such coincidence.

Sally hadn’t been to the crime scene before, she just heard people at the inn talking about the case.

As they got close to that room, she sensed a strong aura of resentful Fierge Ghost, recalling what Jian said about vengeful spirits seeking retribution… It seemed this ghost had significant grievances! Killing one person was probably far from enough.

Aside from inheriting the hereditary title of First Rank Duke Song, Song Zhuo’s main role was as the leader of the Imperial Censorate, serving as a Second Rank Imperial Censor.

Moreover, he got this position through the imperial examination, achieving the third place honors, rising through his own abilities.

He now indeed is a prominent figure at the court, with all factions striving to curry favor with him.

It’s said that the late emperor originally wanted to appoint him as the top scholar because Song Zhuo was too handsome, he was finally granted third place and assigned a position at the Imperial Censorate.

Until today, he’s risen from the lowest apprenticeship to the head position of one of the Three Ministries in the court.

Upon learning he had relatives come to visit, Song Zhuo was momentarily stunned. Ever since he became aware of things, he knew he was an orphan; he ate food provided by a hundred families before meeting Old Duke Song, as a beggar.

When he saw Sally, Song Zhuo covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief and was instantly stunned, “Who are you?”

“My name is Sally.” Sally approached him and whispered, “I told you, our matters aren’t over!”

Song Zhuo was surprised, “You, candied haw?!”

Sally nodded, “Yeah, keep calling me aunty!”

An expression of embarrassment flickered in Song Zhuo’s eyes, “… We’ll talk later.”

“I agree.” Sally nodded and then gazed around the crime scene room, her gaze landing on a painting hanging on the wall.

The painting depicted a small boat with an old man wearing a bamboo hat and straw raincoat, sitting at the bow, hunched over and fishing. The vast river and the barren hills in the distance conveyed a sense of solitude and desolation.

However, in Sally’s eyes, the old man was actually a young man, staring intensely at her.

Sally approached the painting and asked the inn staff, “Can you sell this painting to me?”

“I have to ask the shopkeeper first, my lady,” the staff replied.

Sally nodded, “Go ahead then.”

“Yes, yes,” the staff quickly walked away.

Song Zhuo said to Sally, “This is the crime scene, everything here is evidence.”

Sally looked at him, straightforwardly and candidly, “I want this painting.”

“…” Song Zhuo looked into her eyes, momentarily unsure of what to say.

The innkeeper came in and said to Sally, “This was painted by a scholar who failed the exams a while ago. I thought it looked good, so I hung it on the wall. If the lady likes it, feel free to take it, no need to pay.”

Even if Sally didn’t want it, the room was full of ominous items he’d have to deal with later anyway.

“I can’t take it for free.” Sally threw a Golden Leaf to the innkeeper.

The innkeeper grinned with joy, “Thank you, miss. If you fancy anything else, just take it without asking.”

“Okay, I’ll take that blue and white porcelain vase too.” Sally pointed to a vase holding a feather duster.

“Sure, sure, I’ll find a bag for you to take them along.” The innkeeper promptly responded.

Song Zhuo’s voice took on a heavier tone, “Nonsense! This is a crime scene!”

“I know, you go about your investigation. I’m just taking a vase and a painting, the innkeeper agreed, didn’t he?” Sally looked at the innkeeper.

Having received the Golden Leaf, the innkeeper nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes, yes. These things belong to the inn from the start, they have nothing to do with the deceased.”

Fearing Sally might refuse, the innkeeper explained further.

“But they still need to be returned to the inn after the case is cleared before any action can be taken.” Song Zhuo’s severe gaze swept over Sally, not allowing her to continue with her mischief.

Sally smirked, “Ingrate, just wait and see.”

After saying this, Sally cast another glance at the painting before leaving.