The Useless Alpha’s Yandere Wife - Chapter 14

At Official Wu’s command, five or six servants drew short clubs from their waists and charged at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan wasn’t yet fully accustomed to her Original Host’s martial arts prowess, but she could still handle two or three opponents through instinct alone.

Last time, she had relied on chaos to gain the upper hand. As she dodged and blocked the clubs raining down on her, she wondered if Zhou Yun and Ming Shu would come to her aid.

After circling around with Tan Qianyue a few times, Jiang Yan realized her footing was solid and powerful. She immediately switched to using her legs.

“Hey, you two! Get in here!” she shouted, still fighting while calling out to her companions—or at least, what she considered companions.

Seeing Jiang Yan dodging and weaving with her wife, Zhou Yun and Ming Shu were moved by a sense of loyalty. They snatched clubs from the servants and joined the fray, making it a slightly more even three-on-six fight.

“I… I’ll go wait over there,” Tan Qianyue stammered, struggling to communicate with Jiang Yan amidst the chaos.

Jiang Yan grabbed a nearby basket and slammed it over a Male Qianyuan’s head, trapping him inside.

“Can you handle this?” Jiang Yan hesitated to let go.

“I can. Just hurry,” Tan Qianyue said, shrinking back.

Her exquisite hair was now a tangled mess, and her clothes were torn. She was utterly speechless.

Though Jiang Yan was still fighting, their words revealed they knew each other. Official Wu had been drawn into this mess by Jiang Yan’s group. After only a few days of marriage, Qianyue’s life had already descended into chaos, her small face puffed up like a steamed bun.

Yet she couldn’t help but worry about Jiang Yan getting hit by a club. What a chaotic day!

Now free from her restraints, Jiang Yan quickly regained her footing. She grabbed Official Wu by the collar and landed a punch square in his face—then another, and another. The man’s dark complexion made it hard to see the bruises without repeated blows.

“I’ll teach you to harass decent women! How dare you beat and insult the daughter of the Prime Minister’s Residence? You’ve got some nerve! I’ll beat you to death today!” Who was beating whom was debatable, but the accusations had to be made first.

“You’re the ones hitting me! You’re the ones hitting me!” Official Wu protested, his words slurred and muffled by Jiang Yan’s grip.

Zhou Yun, no slouch in strength herself, proved her worth in this crisis. Despite his many flaws, she didn’t let him down when it mattered. Grabbing two of Official Wu’s servants by the scruff of their necks, she tossed them into a comical heap like a turtle on its back.

Ming Shu, though physically weaker, excelled at tactical retreats and counterattacks. Her agility and self-defense skills kept her safe.

Seeing their master being beaten, Official Wu’s servants didn’t fight with their full strength. They merely went through the motions to earn their keep.

“Remember this beating! See if you dare try that again!” After all their opponents were subdued, the group swiftly retreated, no longer interested in prolonging the fight.

Jiang Yan tossed two taels of silver to the old man at the tea stall before leaving the battlefield.

“You… you’ll pay for this! Just you wait!” Official Wu spat venomously after them, his words slurred.

Jiang Yan bid farewell to her companions. “Thank you, sisters, for today. I’ll treat you to drinks another time.”

“You’d better remember this time,” Zhou Yun said, panting. “Don’t disappear again.”

“I promise I will.” With that, Jiang Yan pulled Tan Qianyue toward the carriage waiting at the alley entrance.

A glance at Tan Qianyue revealed her disheveled hair, a stray vegetable leaf clinging to her sleeve, and a tassel hairpin clutched in her hand—like a princess in distress.

“I retrieved everything! Nothing was lost!” Jiang Yan pointed to the bundles of new clothes inside the carriage, her expression anxious.

“Good,” Tan Qianyue spat through clenched teeth, then ignored her completely.

Jiang Yan stroked the new clothes to ease the awkwardness. She had dragged the Eldest Miss into this mess—her days were numbered.

Tan Qianyue remained preoccupied with the Noble Consort’s instructions, but the first thing she did upon returning to the manor was take a bath.

Jiang Yan slunk back to her room, still stuck in the “storage room” despite serving upstairs every night.

Opening her livestream, Tan Qianyue checked her earnings for the day: fifteen gold coins. She had now saved a total of nineteen gold coins.

Satisfied, she closed the stream. It was a significant improvement over her previous earnings, though still barely enough for a single meal. But if she didn’t spend it, it would accumulate over time.

The next day, finding her mother at home, Tan Qianyue went to Pine Listening Court.

“Qianyue, you’re here?” Prime Minister Tan greeted her daughter with a smile as she entered.

“I asked the kitchen to make some yam cakes, Mother’s favorite. Since you were home, I brought some over,” Tan Qianyue said, setting down the plate she carried.

“I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had time to ask about your marriage. How is Jiang Yan treating you?” Madam Tan asked casually.

“We’re doing fine,” Tan Qianyue replied, her tone equally lukewarm.

“Since she married into the Tan family, she wouldn’t dare act out of line,” Madam Tan said dismissively.

“Mother, when I visited Aunt at the palace, she asked me to deliver a message to you,” Tan Qianyue said, her expression turning serious as she cut straight to the point.

“Oh? What did she want to say?” Noble Consort Lin had rarely spoken to her since the Prime Minister’s wife passed away.

“Aunt heard… that you’ve been meeting frequently with Prince Fu’an recently. She asked me to tell you that… Her Majesty disapproves of ministers forming factions and engaging in private alliances. She advises you to be more discreet,” Tan Qianyue said, watching Prime Minister Tan’s reaction closely.

“A mere palace woman has no right to meddle in state affairs. Her Majesty is unwell, and both the Prince and I are working tirelessly for the court. How could this be construed as forming factions for personal gain?” Madam Tan’s face flashed with anger, but it was the anger of being questioned, not the shame of being caught in wrongdoing.

“I don’t understand court matters, Mother,” Tan Qianyue said carefully, choosing her words with care. “But with your current position of power, others might exploit any opening to frame you. It’s best to remain vigilant.”

“Qianyue, your concern is appreciated,” Madam Tan replied dismissively, sipping her tea. “The Noble Consort is overthinking things. Her Majesty has been indisposed for three days, unable to attend court. The Prince’s efforts to stabilize the situation are all for the sake of the nation. As a senior official, it’s only natural for me to assist him.”

“Mother has always possessed great wisdom and foresight,” Tan Qianyue said with a dutiful smile, though the worry in her eyes remained unchanged. “If Aunt is simply being overly cautious, then that’s all the better.”

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Prince Fu’an had been acting suspiciously lately. But what could a woman confined to managing a few shops do?

Her mother had spent most of her life navigating the treacherous currents of court politics. Surely she understood the dangers better than anyone?

With a sigh, Tan Qianyue returned to her embroidery chamber.

Jiang Yan, using the excuse of preparing lunch for her wife, turned on her livestream and began “raking in the cash.”

Tan Qianyue’s embroidery pavilion had its own small kitchen.

The medium-sized room was bathed in sunlight, stocked with a wide variety of ingredients. Two short vats were filled with clear water, while a vegetable basket overflowed with cabbage, cucumbers, green peppers, and small tomatoes.

White smoke billowed from the stove, carrying the tantalizing aroma of cooking that promised a delicious meal.

A few steps further, pots, pans, and utensils were neatly stacked to one side. Premium pork hocks, plucked hens, quail eggs, salted duck eggs, chicken eggs, goose eggs, and even nourishing ingredients like sea cucumbers and donkey-hide gelatin were arranged nearby.

The cook wore a string of keys at her waist, presumably for locking up rare or valuable items.

Jiang Yan wandered through the kitchen with childlike curiosity, while the livestream chat filled with nothing but drooling emojis.

Glancing at the screen, Jiang Yan noticed no one was sending her gold coins. Her eyes lit up with a sudden idea.

“Mama Zhang, I’m suddenly feeling a bit hungry. Is there anything I can eat?”

“Ah, yes, of course, Miss. Mama will fetch something for you right away.” Since Mama Zhang had mistaken her for a new servant last time, her tone was much warmer now that she recognized Jiang Yan.

Mama Zhang used an iron hook to pull a blackened, round lump of clay from the charcoal brazier. She tapped the dried clay with the hook, revealing a layer of brittle yellow paper beneath. Finally, a perfectly roasted pigeon was revealed.

“This is a clay-roasted pigeon, specially prepared for Miss today. But she’s been feeling a bit feverish lately and can’t eat it. Miss Jiang, you’re welcome to enjoy it instead,” Mama Zhang said, her eyes full of kindness as she looked at Jiang Yan.

The deep brown pigeon, tinged with reddish hues, emitted an irresistible aroma. Jiang Yan brought the plate close to her nose and inhaled deeply. So fragrant, truly delicious.

The live chat exploded again!

If I’m ever made into a stupid robot, I’ll just die: Is that meat? Give me a bite!

Bunker Know-It-All: What is that? I think I smell something delicious.

Mountain Lotus Flower: Hmph, a bunch of country bumpkins!

Bunker Know-It-All: Since you know, why don’t you tell us?

Mountain Lotus Flower: I have no obligation to inform you.

If you make another stupid robot, I’ll kill you.

I guess she doesn’t know either.

There was no reply from the other side, and the screen was soon flooded with comments saying, “I want to eat!”

Jiang Yan watched the gold coins increase and slowly tore off a piece of pigeon meat, preparing to savor its flavor.

But in the next moment, the coin count surged from 19 to 30, then suddenly skyrocketed to 100.

Immediately afterward, something unbelievable happened: the pigeon meat she was about to put in her mouth vanished.

The freshly roasted, fragrant pigeon instantly flew toward a massive, ice-sealed gate.

The live stream abruptly cut out, returning to the system interface—the screen displaying the ten great gates.

Jiang Yan stared in disbelief. “System, come out! System, you better come out!”

Beep-beep-beep. Master, what are your orders? A dialogue box flashed onto the screen.

“The pigeon meat that was just on my table… it was suddenly snatched away? It flew into the Second Door! Why?” Jiang Yan demanded, her voice tinged with anger. Though she had gained a substantial number of gold coins, the feeling of her possessions vanishing into thin air left her deeply unsettled.

Because the other party bid the highest with gold coins. The food here automatically enters the winner’s space.

“You never told me there were living people here! I thought everyone was dead! What if she bids me away tomorrow?” Jiang Yan exclaimed, both shocked and annoyed.

“Master, conscious living beings cannot be auctioned. Please rest assured. Moreover, the living person across the way was an anomaly—an unforeseen event beyond this robot’s control.”

Jiang Yan stared silently at the words on the screen.

“Master, you have sixty-one remaining question slots. Please use them wisely.”

“Goodbye, goodbye!” In Jiang Yan’s mind, the System had become synonymous with “liar.”

She glanced at the empty table, then at the extra gold coins, and dejectedly returned to her room.

Later, she reopened the System interface, determined to indulge in some retaliatory spending.

With a grand gesture, she tossed ten glittering gold coins into the room she had opened yesterday, eagerly anticipating today’s surprise.

The door swung open, and a pink gift box flew out. Jiang Yan tapped it open.

“Damn it! What am I supposed to do with this useless crap?” Jiang Yan’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

Inside lay a set of black lingerie, complete with black stockings…

Chapter 14: Vanishing into Thin Air – A Live Stream Disaster

At Official Wu’s command, five or six servants drew short clubs from their waists and charged at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan wasn’t yet fully accustomed to her Original Host’s martial arts prowess, but she could still handle two or three opponents through instinct alone.

Last time, she had relied on chaos to gain the upper hand. As she dodged and blocked the clubs raining down on her, she wondered if Zhou Yun and Ming Shu would come to her aid.

After circling around with Tan Qianyue a few times, Jiang Yan realized her footing was solid and powerful. She immediately switched to using her legs.

“Hey, you two! Get in here!” she shouted, still fighting while calling out to her companions—or at least, what she considered companions.

Seeing Jiang Yan dodging and weaving with her wife, Zhou Yun and Ming Shu were moved by a sense of loyalty. They snatched clubs from the servants and joined the fray, making it a slightly more even three-on-six fight.

“I… I’ll go wait over there,” Tan Qianyue stammered, struggling to communicate with Jiang Yan amidst the chaos.

Jiang Yan grabbed a nearby basket and slammed it over a Male Qianyuan’s head, trapping him inside.

“Can you handle this?” Jiang Yan hesitated to let go.

“I can. Just hurry,” Tan Qianyue said, shrinking back.

Her exquisite hair was now a tangled mess, and her clothes were torn. She was utterly speechless.

Though Jiang Yan was still fighting, their words revealed they knew each other. Official Wu had been drawn into this mess by Jiang Yan’s group. After only a few days of marriage, Qianyue’s life had already descended into chaos, her small face puffed up like a steamed bun.

Yet she couldn’t help but worry about Jiang Yan getting hit by a club. What a chaotic day!

Now free from her restraints, Jiang Yan quickly regained her footing. She grabbed Official Wu by the collar and landed a punch square in his face—then another, and another. The man’s dark complexion made it hard to see the bruises without repeated blows.

“I’ll teach you to harass decent women! How dare you beat and insult the daughter of the Prime Minister’s Residence? You’ve got some nerve! I’ll beat you to death today!” Who was beating whom was debatable, but the accusations had to be made first.

“You’re the ones hitting me! You’re the ones hitting me!” Official Wu protested, his words slurred and muffled by Jiang Yan’s grip.

Zhou Yun, no slouch in strength herself, proved her worth in this crisis. Despite his many flaws, she didn’t let him down when it mattered. Grabbing two of Official Wu’s servants by the scruff of their necks, she tossed them into a comical heap like a turtle on its back.

Ming Shu, though physically weaker, excelled at tactical retreats and counterattacks. Her agility and self-defense skills kept her safe.

Seeing their master being beaten, Official Wu’s servants didn’t fight with their full strength. They merely went through the motions to earn their keep.

“Remember this beating! See if you dare try that again!” After all their opponents were subdued, the group swiftly retreated, no longer interested in prolonging the fight.

Jiang Yan tossed two taels of silver to the old man at the tea stall before leaving the battlefield.

“You… you’ll pay for this! Just you wait!” Official Wu spat venomously after them, his words slurred.

Jiang Yan bid farewell to her companions. “Thank you, sisters, for today. I’ll treat you to drinks another time.”

“You’d better remember this time,” Zhou Yun said, panting. “Don’t disappear again.”

“I promise I will.” With that, Jiang Yan pulled Tan Qianyue toward the carriage waiting at the alley entrance.

A glance at Tan Qianyue revealed her disheveled hair, a stray vegetable leaf clinging to her sleeve, and a tassel hairpin clutched in her hand—like a princess in distress.

“I retrieved everything! Nothing was lost!” Jiang Yan pointed to the bundles of new clothes inside the carriage, her expression anxious.

“Good,” Tan Qianyue spat through clenched teeth, then ignored her completely.

Jiang Yan stroked the new clothes to ease the awkwardness. She had dragged the Eldest Miss into this mess—her days were numbered.

Tan Qianyue remained preoccupied with the Noble Consort’s instructions, but the first thing she did upon returning to the manor was take a bath.

Jiang Yan slunk back to her room, still stuck in the “storage room” despite serving upstairs every night.

Opening her livestream, Tan Qianyue checked her earnings for the day: fifteen gold coins. She had now saved a total of nineteen gold coins.

Satisfied, she closed the stream. It was a significant improvement over her previous earnings, though still barely enough for a single meal. But if she didn’t spend it, it would accumulate over time.

The next day, finding her mother at home, Tan Qianyue went to Pine Listening Court.

“Qianyue, you’re here?” Prime Minister Tan greeted her daughter with a smile as she entered.

“I asked the kitchen to make some yam cakes, Mother’s favorite. Since you were home, I brought some over,” Tan Qianyue said, setting down the plate she carried.

“I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had time to ask about your marriage. How is Jiang Yan treating you?” Madam Tan asked casually.

“We’re doing fine,” Tan Qianyue replied, her tone equally lukewarm.

“Since she married into the Tan family, she wouldn’t dare act out of line,” Madam Tan said dismissively.

“Mother, when I visited Aunt at the palace, she asked me to deliver a message to you,” Tan Qianyue said, her expression turning serious as she cut straight to the point.

“Oh? What did she want to say?” Noble Consort Lin had rarely spoken to her since the Prime Minister’s wife passed away.

“Aunt heard… that you’ve been meeting frequently with Prince Fu’an recently. She asked me to tell you that… Her Majesty disapproves of ministers forming factions and engaging in private alliances. She advises you to be more discreet,” Tan Qianyue said, watching Prime Minister Tan’s reaction closely.

“A mere palace woman has no right to meddle in state affairs. Her Majesty is unwell, and both the Prince and I are working tirelessly for the court. How could this be construed as forming factions for personal gain?” Madam Tan’s face flashed with anger, but it was the anger of being questioned, not the shame of being caught in wrongdoing.

“I don’t understand court matters, Mother,” Tan Qianyue said carefully, choosing her words with care. “But with your current position of power, others might exploit any opening to frame you. It’s best to remain vigilant.”

“Qianyue, your concern is appreciated,” Madam Tan replied dismissively, sipping her tea. “The Noble Consort is overthinking things. Her Majesty has been indisposed for three days, unable to attend court. The Prince’s efforts to stabilize the situation are all for the sake of the nation. As a senior official, it’s only natural for me to assist him.”

“Mother has always possessed great wisdom and foresight,” Tan Qianyue said with a dutiful smile, though the worry in her eyes remained unchanged. “If Aunt is simply being overly cautious, then that’s all the better.”

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Prince Fu’an had been acting suspiciously lately. But what could a woman confined to managing a few shops do?

Her mother had spent most of her life navigating the treacherous currents of court politics. Surely she understood the dangers better than anyone?

With a sigh, Tan Qianyue returned to her embroidery chamber.

Jiang Yan, using the excuse of preparing lunch for her wife, turned on her livestream and began “raking in the cash.”

Tan Qianyue’s embroidery pavilion had its own small kitchen.

The medium-sized room was bathed in sunlight, stocked with a wide variety of ingredients. Two short vats were filled with clear water, while a vegetable basket overflowed with cabbage, cucumbers, green peppers, and small tomatoes.

White smoke billowed from the stove, carrying the tantalizing aroma of cooking that promised a delicious meal.

A few steps further, pots, pans, and utensils were neatly stacked to one side. Premium pork hocks, plucked hens, quail eggs, salted duck eggs, chicken eggs, goose eggs, and even nourishing ingredients like sea cucumbers and donkey-hide gelatin were arranged nearby.

The cook wore a string of keys at her waist, presumably for locking up rare or valuable items.

Jiang Yan wandered through the kitchen with childlike curiosity, while the livestream chat filled with nothing but drooling emojis.

Glancing at the screen, Jiang Yan noticed no one was sending her gold coins. Her eyes lit up with a sudden idea.

“Mama Zhang, I’m suddenly feeling a bit hungry. Is there anything I can eat?”

“Ah, yes, of course, Miss. Mama will fetch something for you right away.” Since Mama Zhang had mistaken her for a new servant last time, her tone was much warmer now that she recognized Jiang Yan.

Mama Zhang used an iron hook to pull a blackened, round lump of clay from the charcoal brazier. She tapped the dried clay with the hook, revealing a layer of brittle yellow paper beneath. Finally, a perfectly roasted pigeon was revealed.

“This is a clay-roasted pigeon, specially prepared for Miss today. But she’s been feeling a bit feverish lately and can’t eat it. Miss Jiang, you’re welcome to enjoy it instead,” Mama Zhang said, her eyes full of kindness as she looked at Jiang Yan.

The deep brown pigeon, tinged with reddish hues, emitted an irresistible aroma. Jiang Yan brought the plate close to her nose and inhaled deeply. So fragrant, truly delicious.

The live chat exploded again!

If I’m ever made into a stupid robot, I’ll just die: Is that meat? Give me a bite!

Bunker Know-It-All: What is that? I think I smell something delicious.

Mountain Lotus Flower: Hmph, a bunch of country bumpkins!

Bunker Know-It-All: Since you know, why don’t you tell us?

Mountain Lotus Flower: I have no obligation to inform you.

If you make another stupid robot, I’ll kill you.

I guess she doesn’t know either.

There was no reply from the other side, and the screen was soon flooded with comments saying, “I want to eat!”

Jiang Yan watched the gold coins increase and slowly tore off a piece of pigeon meat, preparing to savor its flavor.

But in the next moment, the coin count surged from 19 to 30, then suddenly skyrocketed to 100.

Immediately afterward, something unbelievable happened: the pigeon meat she was about to put in her mouth vanished.

The freshly roasted, fragrant pigeon instantly flew toward a massive, ice-sealed gate.

The live stream abruptly cut out, returning to the system interface—the screen displaying the ten great gates.

Jiang Yan stared in disbelief. “System, come out! System, you better come out!”

Beep-beep-beep. Master, what are your orders? A dialogue box flashed onto the screen.

“The pigeon meat that was just on my table… it was suddenly snatched away? It flew into the Second Door! Why?” Jiang Yan demanded, her voice tinged with anger. Though she had gained a substantial number of gold coins, the feeling of her possessions vanishing into thin air left her deeply unsettled.

Because the other party bid the highest with gold coins. The food here automatically enters the winner’s space.

“You never told me there were living people here! I thought everyone was dead! What if she bids me away tomorrow?” Jiang Yan exclaimed, both shocked and annoyed.

“Master, conscious living beings cannot be auctioned. Please rest assured. Moreover, the living person across the way was an anomaly—an unforeseen event beyond this robot’s control.”

Jiang Yan stared silently at the words on the screen.

“Master, you have sixty-one remaining question slots. Please use them wisely.”

“Goodbye, goodbye!” In Jiang Yan’s mind, the System had become synonymous with “liar.”

She glanced at the empty table, then at the extra gold coins, and dejectedly returned to her room.

Later, she reopened the System interface, determined to indulge in some retaliatory spending.

With a grand gesture, she tossed ten glittering gold coins into the room she had opened yesterday, eagerly anticipating today’s surprise.

The door swung open, and a pink gift box flew out. Jiang Yan tapped it open.

“Damn it! What am I supposed to do with this useless crap?” Jiang Yan’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

Inside lay a set of black lingerie, complete with black stockings…