Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 370: He Became the Seventeenth Prince!

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: He Became the Seventeenth Prince!

The speed of the carriage could not compare to a fast horse, and coupled with the delay from rescuing someone, they returned to Shengjing half a month late.

With only one month left until the New Year, Shengjing was filled with a joyous atmosphere in anticipation of the celebrations.

"Hyah, hyah, whoa—"

The carriage slowly stopped in front of a mansion gate, and a woman jumped down from it, shouting at the coachman, "Quick, go to Baicao Lane and invite Master, the elder!"

The coachman Wang Xiaoliu responded and left, while Long Yue stepped forward to assist the man inside.

"Cough, cough..."

Li Qingmu coughed twice and slowly came down.

Long Yue looked at him reproachfully: "You know your body is injured, yet you don’t take care of yourself, insisting on hurrying along the way. Now look, you’re sick!"

Li Qingmu sniffed, feeling quite helpless: "I’m anxious."

"Who isn’t anxious? No matter how urgent things are, you can’t just ignore your health. If you collapse from illness, then there really is no hope!"

"My lady, I was wrong!"

Li Qingmu touched his nose, looking obedient. The anger inside Long Yue vanished upon seeing his soft and innocent expression.

Remembering this man’s injuries and his catching of a cold, Long Yue felt heartache and quickly supported him: "Let’s get inside quickly to warm up."

"Little Yue’er, why did you come back only now?"

Cao Xiao had returned ten days earlier because of his merits in suppressing bandits. The Emperor rewarded him with a not very demanding military position as an award.

Back then, Cao Xiao felt too pleased with himself and visited Chang Mansion daily to see Chang Lexi, the two inseparable.

Sure enough, Cao Xiao was about to leave the mansion when he ran into the returning couple, Long Yue and her husband, feeling surprised.

Today, he wore a dark blue casual robe, with wide sleeves adding an elegant flair, and his well-groomed hair had a few strands of bangs. As he stepped out, he cheekily flicked his hair.

"Tsk—"

Long Yue was speechless, feeling a bit toothache.

This little brother-in-law was getting more flamboyant.

She couldn’t help but look at the man leaning on her shoulder, looking lifeless, as her little silver teeth gritted.

Is it that men become more unreasonable, tasteless, and reckless after they have a woman?

She took a deep breath and smiled faintly: "Nothing much, we were delayed a few days due to some minor matters on the way."

Li Qingmu was supposed to return to Qingshui Village, and Cao Xiao knew that. But a ten-day delay was the maximum, yet they were late by more than half a month.

Anyone would probably wonder if something happened in between, but Cao Xiao, being carefree, seeing Li Qingmu’s frail appearance, thought he was just ill, didn’t pay much mind, greeted him, and left.

Li Qingmu watched Cao Xiao’s departing figure and chuckled softly: "Your little brother’s temperament is quite nice."

Long Yue grinned, a person free of worries surely has good days, don’t they?

Upon returning to the mansion, Long Yue first had someone boil a bowl of ginger water for him to drink for warmth to dispel the cold, gave him a hot water bag, and lit a charcoal basin.

After all this, Duanmu Nan arrived.

Even though it was the dead of winter, he was still dressed lightly, always seemingly in white clothes, like an Immortal.

He entered and took Li Qingmu’s pulse, prescribing him a medicinal formula.

"It’s just a cold, nothing serious, take the medicine for three days."

"Thank you, Mr. Duanmu, cough, cough."

"No need for thanks."

Duanmu Nan slightly nodded, gently placing his hand back under the covers, and cautioned Long Yue beside him to also take care.

"Take good care of yourself, farewell!"

Duanmu Nan rarely lingered after treating a patient at Long Yue’s place. But just as he turned to leave, Li Qingmu suddenly called out: "Mr. Duanmu, please wait!"

Duanmu Nan turned around, "Is there something else?"

Li Qingmu thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Duanmu, do you have medicines for treating injuries? Various types."

Long Yue understood immediately. Previously, when they saved Chai Tieniu, they had brought a bottle of golden sore medicine as a spare, but it was far from enough, especially for Chai Tieniu’s severe knife wounds. If they could get high-quality medicine, perhaps his condition would improve faster.

Duanmu Nan nodded lightly: "I have quite a few, I’ll sort them out later, Yue’er, you can come get them."

"Great, thank you!"

Long Yue saw Duanmu Nan out of the mansion. At the doorway, Duanmu Nan glanced at Long Yue and smiled lightly: "Despite the running around, Yue’er looks much better."

Long Yue smiled, "That’s all thanks to you, Master!"

Duanmu Nan observed her blooming smile, his expression momentarily dazed; she was indeed a lively soul!

He did not like staying at this General Mansion, firstly because it was her home, and here, he always felt Yue’er didn’t belong to him. Secondly, the killing aura in the General Mansion was too heavy, and prolonged exposure might trigger uncontrollable hatred within him.

"I’m off!"

He said softly, turned around, and walked away.

At this moment, snowflakes began drifting down once more.

Unlike Jiangnan, the snow in Shengjing City was very dry, it wouldn’t melt upon falling, drifting gently onto the master’s dark hair, gradually covering it in white.

His figure vanished into the vast snowy expanse.

After seeing Duanmu Nan off, Long Yue turned and asked a nearby servant: "Go and find out what’s been happening in Shengjing City lately."

She was most interested in news about Qian Yi, but dared not ask directly, lest it attract unwanted attention.

Wang Xiaoliu was the most efficient in handling tasks. He received the orders and swiftly went out, returning shortly with news.

"Madam, apart from the upcoming New Year, nothing else major has changed. However, there was a big event that has occurred recently, everyone knows about it."

"What happened?"

Long Yue’s heart lifted in tension as she watched him.

"Recently, it’s said that the Emperor’s people brought back a prince who had been missing for years. Now he’s been immediately conferred a title, given a mansion, and bestowed many precious treasures. It’s said that the Prince Mansion is bustling with visitors at its door, very grand!

Oh right, his adoptive parents also came to Shengjing City. The Emperor said they have merits for raising the prince and rewarded them with many treasures, allowing them to live with the prince, saying it’s to let the prince fulfill filial duties."

Wang Xiaoliu relayed it all, not noticing the cold glint in Long Yue’s eyes.

She waved her hand: "I understand, you may leave now!"

Then, before Wang Xiaoliu could react, she went into the bedroom.

"Qian Yi is in Shengjing City, and he’s become the Emperor’s son, the Seventeenth Prince! My husband, he’s now the Seventeenth Prince!"

Long Yue said bitterly, while Li Qingmu laughed: "So be it, Yue’er. We must prepare ourselves, for his revenge will soon arrive!"