Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 366: Blood Spatters Three Feet!

"Hyah, hyah, hyah!"

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, several fast horses galloped.

"Your Highness, we’re almost at the post station ahead, please bear with it a little longer!"

The weather was cold, and a few spies worried that Qian Yi wouldn’t withstand the chill. They initially planned to let him travel by carriage, but the news from Qian Yi was urgent: he must quickly return to the capital at once!

Therefore, he chose to ride a horse, letting his parents travel by carriage.

As a result, it snowed halfway.

Qian Yi looked at the vast, white snowy landscape and shook his head: "No matter; it’s just a trivial cold, nothing at all."

Good!

The three spies didn’t voice it, but inwardly they praised Qian Yi’s words.

This is the demeanor of an heir!

Just like the Emperor back then!

A tiger father begets no canine son, indeed!

Qian Yi silently observed their expressions and realized that his words had gained their approval, feeling pleased within.

A benefactor once said, pretending to be an heir is very difficult because the man sitting high on the throne is exceptionally clever, detecting the slightest anomaly.

There’s an old saying: "Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, mice learn to burrow," as Qi Yun’s son, if you’re a complete wastrel, he would surely be suspicious!

Over the years, Qian Yi underwent various training in dark, dismal underground chambers, enduring unspeakable hardships. Finally, he succeeded!

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Hoofbeats echoed, a party of four advanced swiftly, arriving at a small town, where they lodged.

"Your Highness, hot water is ready, please take a bath!"

On a cold winter day, soaking in a warm bath in a cozy room felt truly delightful.

Qian Yi calmly agreed.

The room filled with steam, hazy and indistinct.

Qian Yi was completely submerged, a mere ripple appeared on the water’s surface.

The steam dispersed then gathered again, completely concealing him.

Closing his eyes, his mind gradually conjured an image.

That person was extremely handsome, enviably so, and beside him, a woman gradually appeared, dazzlingly beautiful, making one want to devour her at first sight!

Tsk, truly a talented man paired with a beautiful woman!

A cruel smile crept upon Qian Yi’s lips.

Then the scene shifted, placing him back in the dank, stench-laden, desolate, despairing cell where he was beaten and tortured daily, reduced to a bloodied, unrecognizable state!

One prison guard even took a red-hot branding iron, pressing it toward his vital area.

At that moment, the scorching waves were intensely palpable; if the guard advanced even a fraction, he would utterly be rendered neither male nor female!

At that critical juncture, a shadow suddenly appeared behind the prison guard, knocking him out and rescuing him!

Afterward, he moved from one cage to another!

Yet, that cage was meant to truly cast him into Hell, while this cage aimed to elevate him to Heaven!

Now, he was so close to Heaven!

"Bang!"

The scenes ended there, Qian Yi emerged.

He covered his face, his body trembling slightly, filled with the joy of imminent success and vengeance, overwhelmed by an ecstatic urge to shout.

Li Qingmu, just you wait!

I will make you, wish you were dead!

I’ll even have your woman right before your eyes!

Hahaha!

...

The army was advancing, these three thousand men were to be returned to Prince Lingjiang, while another five thousand, Cao Xiao had already sent them back. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Among the five thousand were two commanders, sufficient to lead an army.

Cao Xiao’s heart was like an arrow seeking its target, having no inclination to meander another round in Xinan, longing to see his Le’er.

Li Qingmu sat inside a carriage, cradling a hot water bag, eyes fixed on the ground, as if discerning a flower.

Long Yue was peeling walnuts, known to be nourishing, ensuring he ate a few daily.

Suddenly, Li Qingmu raised his head, startled: "Not good!"

Long Yue froze: "What?"

"Return, return! Yue’er, we’re going back to Qingshui Village!"

Long Yue looked surprised, "Going to Qingshui Village to do... ah, you suspect the people there are in danger?"

"Yes, Qian Yi intends to impersonate the heir, and he’ll surely stage a performance at Qingshui Village, but he can’t deceive everyone. Aunt Ma delivered babies in the village back in the day, she knows best. Do you think Qian Yi would commit such a deranged act?"

Upon hearing this, Long Yue realized it was indeed possible!

What type of people keeps secrets best?

The dead!

Only if everyone in Qingshui Village were dead, could he securely assume the position of a Prince!

"But if we go now, might we not walk into the enemy’s trap? Besides, we should be chasing him, stopping him!"

Long Yue was somewhat worried. The timing seemed inappropriate.

"After being away for years... I should go back and see!"

Long Yue silently observed him, knowing persuasion was futile, instructed Cao Xiao to first lead the troops and equipment back to Ling’an City, report to Prince Lingjiang, while she and Li Qingmu retraced their steps.

...

Qingshui Village.

This was an increasingly prosperous village.

At the village entrance, under a large pagoda tree.

An old man leaned against the tree, squinting at children playing snowball fights in the snow, a kindly smile gracing his lips.

He was Wang Zhihuan, the village chief. As he aged, his health declined day by day, and recently he’d handed over the position to his eldest son, becoming merely an idle old farmer, watching the children play.

These peaceful and beautiful days were truly wonderful!

A gust of wind suddenly blew, Wang Zhihuan sniffed, feeling chilly, tightened his clothes and prepared to head home.

Nowadays, life in Qingshui Village had improved significantly, the villagers prospered, all thanks to that Li family’s young couple. Unfortunately, they had left over a year ago, never once returned.

Ay...

Wang Zhihuan sighed, pounding his back as he ambled home.

"Hyah! Hyah!"

A sudden surge of rapid hoofbeats sounded behind him, irritatingly loud.

"The eldest of the Qian family not born of them? How absurd does that sound? I even attended his full-month celebration back then, such pampered child, and the Qian family never struck me as self-sacrificing folks!"

Wang Zhihuan muttered to himself, shaking his head at the absurdity, but it was none of his business.

He chuckled to himself, hitting his back again.

"Hyah!"

The hoofbeats grew nearer, Wang Zhihuan kept walking, suddenly feeling a chill on his spine. He quickly turned, seeing a galloping horse speeding toward him, raising a long blade in the air!

The blade, sharp and cold, exuding murderous intent, Wang Zhihuan shivered violently, lacking even the courage to question the rider’s identity, just watched as the long blade swung toward him.

"Help—"

His cry for help hadn’t left his lips when a gush of warm blood burst into the air!

Blood splattered three feet high!