Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 310: Then Let Him Have His Way!

"Hmph, treacherous minister, ever since you entered the court, you have stirred trouble! And each incident is worse than the last! Our Dazhou will sooner or later be ruined in your hands!"

Pang Wenzheng cast a disdainful glance at Li Qingmu, then brushed his sleeve and left.

Such insults were common; when disagreements arose, it was customary to speak of each other this way. Furthermore, the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law had always been strained, and the audience was long accustomed to it.

Ah, every family has its difficulties!

After berating Li Qingmu, Pang Wenzheng left the palace gate directly and walked on Zhuque Street, soon turning into a small alley and entering a neglected little shop.

A small servant emerged from the shop and led him to a small room. The servant gently tapped a part of the wall on his left hand, after which a crack appeared on the opposite wall.

The crack gradually opened, revealing a passageway.

The passageway was deep and dark, devoid of even a hint of light. The servant behind him handed over a torch, and Pang Wenzheng took it, walking into the corridor.

He walked for a full half-hour before light appeared ahead.

In the light was a secret chamber.

In the secret chamber stood a shadowy figure, arms folded, back facing Pang Wenzheng, face obscured. The shadow spoke lightly: "News from Daliang has come; Princess Liang has won! Empress Dowager Liang has hanged herself in the palace room."

Pang Wenzheng was stunned, then sneered: "That Princess Liang is indeed a formidable figure! A ruthless woman!"

He couldn’t believe Empress Dowager Liang would be driven to suicide, even if defeated, for she was the rightful mother of the new emperor, how bad could her treatment be?

Yet she actually committed suicide?

This was definitely not suicide, but rather forced suicide!

Ah, this Daliang Princess!

Pang Wenzheng sighed and then asked: "What about the situation in Liang Country?"

"The envoy will arrive next month!"

"So soon?" Pang Wenzheng was surprised, "I thought it would take two months."

Next month is August, nearing the Mid-Autumn Festival, indeed a good day for visits.

Whenever festivals occur, it is the time for envoys to extend their regards, and thinking of this, Pan Wenzheng was relieved.

"Get the others prepared, ready to act anytime!"

"Alright!"

"Remember, what you need to do is not support any Young Master of Chen Country but to exhaust Dazhou’s national strength, making them weary from internal strife, until the national power wanes and the situation falls apart! Once you achieve this, your task will be excellently completed!"

"Understood."

"Alright, you shouldn’t be missing for too long, hurry and return!"

"Yes!"

Pang Wenzheng had no objections and turned back.

After he left, the shadow remained in place, hands folded, like a sculpture, as if no one had ever been there.

Li Qingmu was idle at home once more.

But many came to visit him, including Su Shi, Xiang Yin, Huang Hua, and even Prime Minister Cui sent someone to console him. This was the Prime Minister of a country, even a Vice Prime Minister, someone many flattered, yet such a person came to console a Sixth-Rank Imperial Censor, making this quite intriguing.

"Xiao Li, don’t be upset. In life, unpleasant things happen tenfold of nine, and in this case, you were just unlucky. I mean, catching a sly rogue should be a merit, right? How did it end up with running into an envoy? I think next time you go out, you should really check the almanac..."

Huang Hua came along with Su Shi, but several censors from the Imperial Censorate also came. After more than half a year of interaction, some feelings developed. Regardless of the reason, seeing his misfortune, they all came to visit so they wouldn’t be labeled as indifferent.

Huang Hua sincerely meant to comfort him, though his words were somewhat... What does it mean to not check the almanac when you go out? Do you often stare at the almanac when you go out?

Huang Hua had been talking lively, but suddenly became tongue-tied.

Huanhuan appeared in front of everyone, holding a basin of tea, her body full of fat and a face full of coarse flesh, intimidating at first sight.

This...

This was a maid? Which family’s maid looks like this?

She clearly looks like a qualified female sumo wrestler!

Huang Hua glanced at his own little arms and legs, sheepishly shut his mouth.

He was wary that if he continued speaking, the other party might give him an over-the-shoulder throw.

Li Qingmu leaned on a couch, a towel soaked in icy water covering his forehead, a silver embroidered/cloud-patterned thin blanket draped over him, his complexion slightly yellow, probably ill.

That prompted Huang Hua’s earlier words.

"A Mu, are you alright? I’ll find some better doctors to see you later?"

Xiang Yin was visibly worried.

Su Shi said: "Doctors won’t help, A Mu is suffering from a heart illness. Being idled at home is distressing. Besides... alas, just take it easy!"

He didn’t voice the rest of his thoughts. Though the envoy’s death was unrelated to him, the impeachment and suspension were a heavy blow, and most people wouldn’t bounce back easily either.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Li, take it easy, being easygoing leads to a fattened body, you might be reinstated later? Besides, you’re quite resilient..."

Huang Hua’s words were once again boundless.

Li Qingmu cast a chilly glance at him and said nothing, turning back flatly. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Fine, let him have some peace!"

Everyone thought this made sense, so they left their gifts and departed.

Once they left, the previously despondent Li Qingmu suddenly rose from the couch, the towel on his head even falling to the floor with a thud.

"Qi Jingyu!"

He shouted coldly, almost snarling.

Qi Jingyu emerged from behind the screen, arms folded, head slightly raised, with an infuriatingly flamboyant demeanor, unafraid of an imminent beating?

"Your awful idea!"

Li Qingmu was upset. This little one had him feign illness!

"You don’t understand, this shows remorse. When Grandpa hears you’re bedridden by this matter, he’ll assume you feel remorseful, and later, won’t he reinstate you?"

Qi Jingyu raised his head, confidently smug.

Li Qingmu sneered: "Are you sure he won’t think I feel unreconciled, leading to my accumulating depression?"

Um...

Qi Jingyu paused; perhaps it could be interpreted this way?

He was embarrassed, having only considered the positive side, not the negative, and couldn’t help but look at Li Qingmu with concern: "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

Before pretending to be sick, I’m sure you noticed this; why didn’t you mention it?

Qi Jingyu looked a bit accusatory, prompting Li Qingmu to rest his chin, contemplating: "The false can become true, and the true can be false. Whoever targets the Daliang envoy has many ways, but chose to involve my wife and me, aiming to remove me from court first. Well, since they’re so scheming, shouldn’t I comply?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I don’t know what they intend, so why not feign illness at home? Regardless of how the Emperor perceives me, I’ll stay home, countering motion with stillness!"