Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 381: Afraid He Won’t Enjoy His Old Age in Peace!

Chapter 381: Chapter 381: Afraid He Won’t Enjoy His Old Age in Peace!

Imperial Study Room.

When Qian Yi entered, he saw Qi Yun sitting on the seat, his face livid with rage, breathing heavily, surrounded by scattered chess pieces and shattered porcelain. Not hiding his surprise, Qian Yi asked, "Why is Father so angry?"

"Hmph!" Qi Yun snorted coldly, his expression icy. "Is it not because of that little wretch, Li Qingmu? He truly infuriates me. What did he just say in the Golden Hall? He said I am a fatuous Emperor! He actually said I am a fatuous Emperor. Haha! Such audacity, that someone in this world dares to call me fatuous face-to-face!"

"Bang!"

Qi Yun picked up another vase and smashed it onto the ground with force.

Qian Yi was inwardly amused but outwardly seemed indignant and upset. "Father, it was this child’s insolence that angered you, and I am unfilial for not being able to get justice for you!"

"Hmph, this matter has nothing to do with you. What justice is there to seek? I am the Emperor; for daring to say such things about me, I want him dead beyond recognition!"

A gleam of pleasure flickered in Qian Yi’s shadowy eyes, and he quickly bowed, saying, "Father, dismembering him by five horses is too lenient. I believe... you could entrust this matter to your son, and I will certainly give you a satisfactory reply!"

Qi Yun looked up at him, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, though Qian Yi, with his head lowered, did not see it at all.

"How does the prince plan to deal with him?"

"Father, when dealing with such people, one must not be lenient. I will make him wish for death instead of life! Only in this way can those with petty ambitions be deterred, so they dare not speak recklessly!"

Qi Yun nodded, "Very well, as you wish!"

"Ah, thank you, Father!"

Inwardly delighted, Qian Yi hurried to thank the Emperor for his favor.

"Rise, you are my most beloved son, no need for such grand gestures!"

"Thank you, Father!" With the recognition, Qian Yi felt even happier, looking up, he asked curiously, "I wonder why Father called me here?"

Qi Yun: "I initially wanted to play a game of chess with you, but seeing the situation now, a game is out of the question. Never mind, you have been fatigued outside these past years, you should rest more in the palace. You may return!"

"Father, I am free, should I accompany you for a walk in the Imperial Garden?"

Qian Yi wanted to have more contact with Qi Yun, as since his recent entry into the palace, he had tasted the flavor of power.

Once power is tainted, some can control it, but most, cannot restrain themselves, Qian Yi was just like this.

He was already eagerly awaiting that supreme position.

"Very well, it would be good to take a stroll..."

Qi Yun nodded, attempting to rise, when he suddenly felt everything spin around him, his whole body turning over, stumbling backward and sitting back heavily on the Dragon Throne.

"Father?"

Qian Yi rushed to support him, Qi Yun waved his hand repeatedly, enduring the body’s discomfort, stating, "It’s nothing, I am fine..."

"Father, your complexion is quite poor, should we summon a few Imperial Physicians for a consultation?"

"No, there’s no need, I am fine, truly, good child, you are a filial son, I know that, I am fine, go and attend to your own matters!"

Saying this, Qi Yun rested his head on his hand and closed his eyes for a moment of repose.

Watching this, a thought suddenly arose in Qian Yi’s mind.

This Emperor... is probably nearing the end of his reign!

Beauties fear the twilight, heroes fear old age, this Emperor, he has aged, aged indeed! It is time for the end!

With this thought, Qian Yi’s spine straightened even more, bowing to the Emperor, "Then... your son will not disturb Father’s rest any longer. I shall take my leave!"

Qi Yun merely nodded lightly, eyes closed, slipping into a half-slumber.

Looking at this grey-haired Emperor, Qian Yi became even more convinced of his thoughts, backing away politely to the door before exiting the Imperial Study Room.

But, the moment he stepped outside, a sinister smile flashed across his lips!

Within the Imperial Study Room, Qi Yun remained in that head-resting position until the Chief Eunuch Chen Zhong came in.

"Your Majesty, should we return to the sleeping quarters for rest?"

Qi Yun slowly lifted his head, glanced at him, and Chen Zhong gave a subtle nod.

"Very well, let us go back and rest."

After returning to the sleeping quarters, stating that he felt unwell and needed quiet recuperation, Qi Yun dismissed all the serving palace maids and eunuchs, leaving only Chen Zhong.

This news quickly spread out, reaching the ears of some interested parties.

The Emperor required solitude for rest? What does this signify? It indicates the Emperor’s health is even weaker.

A few years ago, a severe illness already prompted concerns about whether this Emperor would bid his final farewell; now with another episode...

For a time, the battles among the princes in court became even fiercer.

Of course, Qi Yun paid no heed to this. After entering the sleeping quarters, he had Chen Zhong stand guard outside while he himself entered a small shrine.

Behind the shrine, there was a switch, which, when opened, revealed a passage beneath the offering table.

The passage was barely a few feet wide, allowing one person through.

He went inside, continuing downwards, and onwards, eventually reaching a dim light in the distance.

A shadow appeared in the corridor ahead, but Qi Yun remained unperturbed, speaking calmly, "How is it?"

"He is fine, though he has suffered."

Qi Yun took a deep breath, "Go take a look!"

The light grew brighter, revealing the quiet room!

Remarkably, the area beneath Qi Yun’s sleeping quarters was connected to the dungeon through this quiet room!

Upon entering, Qi Yun saw the weary Shen Chong, who, upon seeing Qi Yun, first panicked, then hastily greeted him.

Qi Yun waved him off, approaching the man lying on the bed on his own.

The bloodstained prison garments had been replaced with thin, fine silk robes, with wounds meticulously tended, though faint traces of blood still seeped through.

Seeing the pale face on the bed, Qi Yun’s heart tightened abruptly, reaching out to gently caress his cheek, his hands trembling slightly.

"How are the injuries?"

Shen Chong knew it was his turn to speak and promptly stepped forward, "The injuries are severe but not life-threatening. I have cleaned his wounds and applied the finest golden sore medicine. A period of recuperation should suffice. However, he was doused in ice water and has caught a cold. Fortunately, he is young and resilient."

Qi Yun was silent, having touched Li Qingmu’s fevered forehead, hot to the touch, indicating a high fever.

"Is this fever serious?"

"I have given him antipyretic and cooling anti-inflammatory medicine, he should awaken by morning at the latest."

Qi Yun nodded; it was good, good indeed, yet... the child’s suffering!

He closed his eyes momentarily, unable to bear seeing the wounds, fearing that seeing them would compel him to kill the one responsible.

At this point, he noticed Shen Chong hesitating to speak, and frowned, "What else is there? Speak!"

Qi Yun’s voice carried a slight hint of urgency and severity; Shen Chong dared not hesitate, "Your Majesty, it’s just that with these new injuries and old ailments, and now having caught a cold, enduring such turmoil... I fear his vital energy may be depleted, harming his body, and in the future... preventing him from enjoying a peaceful old age..."

"Bang!"

Qi Yun was raising a teacup to drink, and upon hearing this, his hand trembled, causing the cup to fall to the ground, shattering into pieces!