How could someone be unhappy living in a matriarchal society?

Chapter 151 Catch the murderer

He was a tall, dark-skinned man with unusually thick lips and curly hair. Compared to an average man, he was much taller and stronger.

Chu Ci stared at him, and suddenly realized what was going on.

So this is what they call "Mysterious Spirits"! In their world, these people are called Kunlun Slaves.

She finally understood why the young man's expression was so strange.

After all, in the eyes of normal people, these Kunlun slaves are indeed very ugly.

The tout glanced at Chu Ci one last time, his expression resentful, "This lady, if you really won't come with me, I can do it for free."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ci quickly followed him inside and slammed the door shut.

The guy soliciting customers: ......

A few seconds later, Chu Ci leaned against the door, casually swinging the jade pendant at his waist with his right hand. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Ping not far away, and asked, "Sister Ping'er, is there anything I can do for you?"

Seeing this, Zhang Ping took a few steps back to be level with Chu Ci, and finally said calmly, "Help me catch him."

Her gaze fell on the dark-skinned man beside the bed, her eyes revealing a hint of indifference.

Although Chu Ci had doubts, she did not ask any questions. She quickly stepped forward and, with lightning speed, accurately grabbed the dark-skinned man's hands.

The man's body trembled violently, clearly not expecting Chu Ci to move so quickly.

However, after only a moment of shock, the dark-skinned man regained his composure, put on a pitiful expression, looked at Zhang Ping with a mournful look, and said softly.

"Sister, you're hurting me like this."

Zhang Ping remained unmoved, expressionless as she opened her folding fan and slowly fanned herself, seemingly finding the stench in the room unbearable.

After slapping her a few times, she parted her lips slightly, her voice still cold: "Stop acting. You've killed so many people, and now you're still pretending to be innocent?"

As soon as Zhang Ping finished speaking, Chu Ci immediately felt the man in her arms stiffen.

So she tightened her grip, firmly controlling the dark-skinned man to prevent him from suddenly breaking free.

The dark-skinned man seemed to sense the change in Chu Ci's strength, his expression changed slightly, and he cried out to Zhang Ping.

“Sister, I have never even stepped out of the courtyard gate, so how could I do such a terrible thing as murder? You must have misunderstood me.”

Zhang Ping had no interest in his explanations and was too lazy to argue with him any further. She turned to Chu Ci and said, "Take him to the Dali Temple, and your mission will be complete."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ci was pleasantly surprised and readily replied, "No problem."

No sooner said than done, the dark-skinned man suddenly shot a poisoned needle from his palm.

The poisoned needle came with great force and speed, as fast as lightning.

But Chu Ci did not panic. With a thought, her inner strength surged out like a torrent, blocking the poison needle that was rushing towards her.

With a crisp "ding," the poison needle was sent flying by Chu Ci's internal force.

However, she did not stop.

Chu Ci struck out with a palm, slamming it hard into the back of the man's neck.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and immediately lost consciousness.

"This person's martial arts skills are quite high," Chu Ci said as he tied the man up.

Seeing this, Zhang Ping nodded. "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have been able to take him down today."

I originally thought that this probe would at most yield some clues about the murderer.

To everyone's surprise, the real culprit was found so easily.

Who would have thought that this man was exactly the same as the murderer in her mind? "I guess I was lucky."

After bringing the man back to Dali Temple, Chu Ci went straight home without looking back.

It was late at night, and all was quiet. The streets were deserted, with only the cold moonlight shining on the bluestone pavement, giving it a faint silvery glow.

Chu Ci rode his horse at full gallop, the sound of hooves echoing clearly in the quiet streets.

Finally, she arrived at her doorstep.

He nimbly dismounted and then gently pushed open the door, afraid of waking the people inside.

However, as soon as the door opened, she was enveloped in a warm embrace.

"My lady, why are you so late coming home..."

A soft voice rang in her ear, but before the words were finished, the owner of the voice—Shi An—suddenly turned pale, looked at Chu Ci with suspicion, and sniffed her again and again.

"My lady, where have you gone?"

Seeing this, Chu Ci quickly explained, "Zhang Ping asked me to go to a brothel, but don't misunderstand, I just went to handle a case."

"Um......"

Shi An's mood was noticeably low, a stark contrast to her previous cheerful demeanor.

Seeing this, Chu Ci quickly pulled him into a tight embrace, gently comforting him, and explained, "Several murders have recently occurred in the capital. The victims were all young women, some of whom were sisters from official families."

Upon hearing this, Shi An was astonished, her eyes widening in disbelief. She said, "Really? I always thought the capital was very safe."

Chu Ci shrugged helplessly and replied, "Not necessarily. Sometimes, the more prosperous and dazzling a place is, the deeper the shadows behind it are."

Shi An nodded thoughtfully, as if he had thought of something. "My wife is right. Even under the feet of the Heavenly Maiden, it is still filthy. Let's not talk about these unpleasant things anymore. Come on, I'll take you to take a bath."

Chu Ci smiled slightly, raised her hand and gently stroked her man's chin, saying tenderly, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After being comforted, Shi An's mood gradually improved, and a smile returned to her face.

After entering the bathroom, he took the initiative to help Chu Ci take off her outer garment, his movements gentle and meticulous.

"My wife must have had a very tiring day, but tomorrow is her day off, so she can have a few days to rest."

As Shi An spoke, he hung the outer garment of Chu Ci on the clothesline to the side.

“That’s right.” Chu Ci agreed, quickly took off her clothes, and jumped into the bathtub.

The warm water immediately enveloped her.

Shi An picked up the soap pod that was placed aside, carefully rubbed it to create a rich lather, and then gently applied it to Chu Ci's long hair, beginning to wash it carefully.

Chu Ci leaned lazily against the edge of the bathtub, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly a little sleepy.

Her long hair cascaded down the side of the tub like a waterfall, appearing even blacker and shinier after being soaked in water.

Shi An carefully washed Chu Ci's hair, then picked up a clean handkerchief and gently wiped her face.

The handkerchief was soft and warm, carrying Shi An's gentleness and care.

After Chu Ci's face was wiped clean, Shi An's gaze involuntarily fell on her slightly upturned lips.

Her lips were as red as cherries, with a faint sheen, making one want to kiss them.

Shi An's heartbeat quickened. He took a deep breath, slowly lowered his head, and gently kissed Chu Ci's lips.

The kiss was as soft as a feather, yet it carried endless love and longing.

Shi An secretly vowed that he would protect his wife and never let any despicable person get close to her!

It's best to avoid brothels and similar places in the future.