Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 358: Borrowing Troops!

Li Qingmu was just twenty years old, full of youthful vigor, and it was not an exaggeration to call him an Iron Head.

When the Old Princess Consort was roaring, Li Qingmu directly confronted her.

The Emperor is the Son of Heaven, and the etiquette of ruler and subjects must be observed. Addressing the Emperor by his first name so directly is indeed inappropriate, not to mention the words spoken were rather harsh.

Li Qingmu was furious and shouted directly.

Immediately, Qi Junlian and the Princess Consort looked at him with astonished eyes.

This person is truly unafraid of death. He probably doesn’t know that the Princess Consort has several martial arts masters under her. Offending her might not provoke immediate trouble, but she will certainly keep an eye on you, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow.

As her son, Qi Junlian knew his mother best. Her heart was not that magnanimous; offending her basically meant certain death!

The words Li Qingmu said weren’t heavy, but for the Old Princess Consort, they were enough.

Qi Junlian, worried about trouble, quickly said, "Mother Consort, Imperial Censor Li is not very good with words, please..."

"Bang!"

Before Qi Junlian could finish, the Old Princess Consort slapped the table, causing the plates and dishes to clatter noisily.

"Imperial Censor?" the Old Princess Consort said with a contemptuous tone, "I see, just an eagle dog raised by the Emperor, no wonder you speak for him like this, huh! Junlian, how did such a beast get into your Prince Mansion? Hurry up and take a stick to drive him out!"

A stick, drive him out?

Are they really treating Li Qingmu like a beast to be driven out?

Qi Junlian’s face turned slightly pale, and he quickly said, "Mother Consort, he is Yu’er’s friend, and also our ally. Please have mercy."

"What friend? What ally? Just a downright mad dog, drive him out, drive him out!"

The Old Princess Consort waved her sleeves and shouted angrily.

"Grandmother, grandmother, please calm down, Uncle Mu is a good person!"

The commotion quickly reached Qi Jingyu, and the little fellow hurried over to help, but the Old Princess Consort, with her face disfigured, was filled with hatred and already had an extreme personality; she wasn’t about to listen to persuasion.

She grew more and more violent, and quite a few people appeared outside the main hall.

These people were from Fei Luan Pavilion, the absolute confidants of the Old Princess Consort!

They knew about Li Qingmu’s connection with the Prince Mansion, but so what? Previously they just cooperated, and now that the Old Princess Consort turned hostile, then so be it!

A few men held long knives in their hands, glaring brightly at Li Qingmu.

Are they not using sticks but ready to chop people with knives?

"Mother Consort, please show mercy!"

Qi Junlian was quite regretful, he should have discussed matters with him yesterday; at that time, the Mother Consort was already asleep, and these incidents would not have happened.

The Prince Mansion was in an uproar, but Li Qingmu glanced calmly around at the glaring weapons, and said, "Since the Old Princess Consort does not welcome us, my wife and I shall leave. Why require your intervention? This would only lower your own dignity! As for the matters discussed earlier, they will certainly not count, thus, farewell!"

Li Qingmu picked up the Tiger Talisman, turned and left.

Long Yue gave the Old Princess Consort a meaningful look and hurriedly followed Li Qingmu.

"Uncle Mu!"

Qi Jingyu wanted to chase after them, but the Old Princess Consort sneered, "Leave through this door, and I don’t consider you my grandson anymore! Also, he is not your uncle; he is unworthy!"

"Grandmother..."

Qi Jingyu turned his head, looking at her with a face full of anguish, but the response he received was the Old Princess Consort’s furious turning away.

"Yu’er, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have delayed."

Qi Jingyu shook his head, looking at him with a determined gaze, "Father King, actually... actually, I feel that there’s something fishy about Luanshi Ridge. If a major case can be uncovered, that’s an achievement... borrowing that bit of troops is no big deal."

Qi Junlian was slightly stunned, looking at his son with an expression of melancholy.

This child, too clever.

Clever enough to stifle.

The Mother Consort’s anger toward Li Qingmu and his wife seemed due to the matter of the Emperor giving them the Commander’s Seal, but in reality, she didn’t want to lend them troops.

Because once troops are lent, the strength of the Prince Mansion is exposed, which is very disadvantageous for them.

If you reveal everything to others, then there are no secrets; if people have no secrets, what will happen?

Like a woman without clothes, enduring endless humiliation!

The establishment for a prince’s mansion should not be too large; exceeding ten thousand troops might incite suspicions of rebellion. How, then, to improve one’s strength?

By enhancing personal strength!

To let this army possess the ability to fight ten times their number, ten thousand troops capable of being used as if a hundred thousand enemies, this is the trump card!

The ten thousand private troops of Lingjiang Imperial Mansion, each soldier an elite, each vigorous and brave, outstanding, this adds a protective charm for their future, to cope with any sudden situations!

They might even be able to rely on this army to vie for the throne if the succession is not handled well!

This, was the main reason the Old Princess Consort was nitpicking!

But Li Qingmu unexpectedly tangled with the Old Princess Consort directly, making her angry, this was somewhat...

It’s unclear if he did it on purpose or inadvertently?

Of course, none of these mattered; what Qi Junlian was considering was whether to lend him the troops?

"If he truly needs an army, even if he doesn’t borrow from me, he will borrow from elsewhere. As for Luanshi Ridge... it seems to have been off these past two years. If there really is something fishy... I will consult Mother Consort again!"

...

The Old Princess Consort returned to her chamber, rubbed her temples, feeling tired.

She leaned on a soft couch, gently massaging her temples, her head ached a little, and the burning on her face was also painful.

Previously she had also sought Duanmu Nan, hoping he could heal her facial wounds, but after examining, he said the damage was too severe to be restored, unless, using the method of The skin of the living dead.

Using someone else’s skin?

She shook her head, refused, not out of compassion, but because she felt it was dirty.

She had a cleanliness obsession!

Every now and then, waves of scorching pain would surge through her body, making her hate the people of Shengjing City even more.

As a result, she also came to hate Qi Yun!

Why? Why didn’t he believe her words back then, even allowing Empress Qiao to live well, remaining firmly seated on the Empress’s throne all along?

Why?

She was unwilling, really unwilling!

Unwillingness over time gradually accumulated into hatred!

So, those personal letters from Qi Yun, requesting them to return to the Capital City, were all burned by her!

She hated that woman, and hated that man even more!

Anyone who worked for him, she hated!

"Mother Consort..."

At this moment, Qi Junlian’s voice came from outside.

The Old Princess Consort sneered, "What, are you here to plead for that little beast?"

The outside was silent for quite a while before saying, "Mother Consort, do you really not wish to return to Shengjing City? Don’t want to, seek revenge?"

The Old Princess Consort’s pupils slightly contracted, fell into silence.

Outside, he continued, "Mother Consort, we ultimately should return to the capital. Now, we have made an impression over there. If they do want us back in the capital, then once this task is successfully accomplished, we won’t be far from returning...

Mother Consort, don’t you want to ask him face to face again?"

The Old Princess Consort’s face slightly trembled, her hand clenched tightly in her sleeve.

"How many troops does he want to borrow?"

"Five thousand."

"Give three thousand, little thing, quite bold appetite!"

The Old Princess Consort snorted coldly, and after a long silence outside, responded, "Alright."