Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 402: You’re Here!

Long Yue, disguised as Yang Zhuoya’s close maid, entered the Imperial Palace under the guise of a visit. After bidding farewell to Zhuoya, she found a secluded spot, used a drug to knock out a passing palace maid, and hid her in an abandoned hall, quietly slipping away.

Long Yue was quite familiar with the Imperial Palace, and even more so with Qi Yun’s sleeping quarters.

However, she was very cautious, even with the human skin mask on, she worried about being recognized, so she walked like the other palace maids, slightly lowering her head, taking small steps.

Long Yue was less than three months pregnant, not visibly showing, looking no different from others, and thus didn’t attract attention as she passed.

Ahead was Qi Yun’s bedroom.

Just as she was about to proceed, she suddenly saw a palace maid carrying a tray at the corner, walking furtively with a eunuch.

Long Yue’s sense of alertness heightened, she hurriedly hid to the side and listened carefully.

The eunuch took out a packet of powdered medicine from his bosom, handed it to the palace maid, and instructed: "The master has ordered to put this powder into his medicine soup, remember, do it every day. Understood?"

The palace maid nodded quickly: "Rest assured, I will get it done."

They whispered for a while longer, the eunuch watched the palace maid sprinkle the powder into the medicine soup, finally satisfied, he left, while the palace maid slowly walked towards the bedroom.

Long Yue squinted her eyes, quickly caught up and surpassed her, emerging from the other side as she neared the bedroom.

She slightly raised her head, saying, "This is the Emperor’s medicine soup, right? Give it to me!"

The palace maid was slightly stunned, then angrily retorted: "Nonsense, I am a maid of Qianlong Palace, serving the Emperor, who are you to handle this medicine?"

This palace maid was sharp in response and immediately rebuked.

Long Yue smiled subtly, stepped forward two paces: "I am a maid of the Seventeenth Prince."

Uh...

The palace maid was startled, somewhat terrified, she examined the woman opposite carefully.

Looking very enchanting and attractive, her figure slightly voluptuous, the type favored by men.

Her eyes darkened.

A maid and a palace maid are completely different concepts. To be labeled as a "maid" indicates a connection with the Seventeenth Prince, or possibly an ongoing relationship.

The Seventeenth Prince is youthful and vigorous, without a formal wife or concubine by his side. At such a time, having a beautiful maid present is not out of place.

The Seventeenth Prince is deeply cherished by the Emperor. Those serving him are of elevated status, especially maids with connections.

The palace maid wished not to offend the Seventeenth Prince but feared giving the medicine to her, lest it spawn trouble.

"What, you doubt my identity, afraid I might harm His Majesty the Emperor?"

Long Yue glared with her almond-shaped eyes and scolded elegantly.

Immediately, the palace maid quickly said: "No, just... this medicine soup..."

"I will give it directly to the Emperor and watch him drink it myself, rest assured, my Lord has filial intentions, knowing what to do without being told!"

Long Yue hummed lightly, took the tray from her, and turned to leave.

The palace maid bit her lip, resentful but helpless.

The Seventeenth Prince was only inside attending illness, if she were to argue here, who ultimately suffers? No need to guess!

As to whether this person is truly of the Seventeenth Prince or not? That she really hadn’t considered.

Long Yue carried the tray into the bedroom.

Inside, Qi Yun was lying on a couch, talking to Qian Yi.

"Good child, you’ve truly worked hard these past few days."

"Father, you’re too kind, looking after you is my duty as your child!"

Qian Yi bowed with a sincere expression.

Qi Yun squinted slightly; despite the seemingly genuine emotions, Qi Yun bore no affection towards him. Someone like him, how could he be cultivated? Qi Yun knew best.

"Seventeen, since I fell ill this time, has there been any talk outside?"

Qian Yi slightly hesitated, shocked: "Father, there’s been no talk outside."

"None? The Crown Prince, Third Prince, Seventh Prince, haven’t they had any thoughts?"

If these princes were present, they would certainly feel accused.

Qian Yi quickly knelt: "Father, please focus on recovering!"

This is Qian Yi’s cleverness. He spoke of none, but to Qi Yun, it held deeper meaning.

Focus on recovery, don’t think about other things, implying that others have improper desires.

This not only elevates himself in the Emperor’s regard but also treads on the enemies fiercely, undeniably clever!

Long Yue listened outside for a while, and felt it was time, she slowly stepped inside.

"Emperor, the medicine soup has arrived!"

She said, gently lifting her head, smiling at Qi Yun, and teasingly winked her left eye.

From an outsider’s perspective, Long Yue seemed to be recommending herself, trying to curry favor with the Emperor, even seeking affection.

But Qi Yun froze.

He recognized this gesture, one Long Yue often made to Li Qingmu. Everyone has their habitual gestures, sometimes just a glance suffices to convey mutual understanding.

Qi Yun was silent for a moment, then said: "Seventeen, these days of caring for me have exhausted you. I wish to rest alone for a while. You may leave first."

Qian Yi was truly fatigued, nearly sleepless these days, smiling even while Qi Yun was awake, eyes full of bloodshot.

So, when Qi Yun spoke, Qian Yi quickly complied, bowing out of the bedroom.

Once he left, only Long Yue, Qi Yun, and the loyal Chief Eunuch Chen Zhong remained, Qi Yun didn’t shy away, saying: "You’ve arrived."

His tone was calm, yet conveyed a unique imperial authority.

Long Yue nodded gently: "Yes, I’ve arrived!"

Qi Yun smiled: "Is your health fine?"

"Quite well, thank the Emperor for his concern!" After a pause, Long Yue raised her head and asked, "Is he... okay?"

No need to say who, both understood.

Qi Yun pondered for a while, then said: "Probably... returning soon!"

Long Yue’s bright eyes narrowed, she knew Qi Yun had arranged a task for A Mu, but what exactly, she was unaware, nor could she be told. If she knew, A Mu’s whereabouts would be compromised.

"Emperor, this is the medicine soup they sent."

Long Yue presented the medicine soup, signaling as she approached.

Qi Yun understood immediately, his gaze turned cold.

He looked towards Chen Zhong, who promptly poured the medicine soup into a bottle, sealed it, and then retrieved a small porcelain bottle, handing it to Long Yue.

"I’ll have my master examine it; the Emperor should be cautious these days."

Long Yue could identify poison, but only simply, special poisons required her master’s diagnosis, furthermore this concerned the Emperor, she couldn’t risk any errors.

Qi Yun nodded.

"Well, I shall leave now."

Long Yue turned and left, suddenly hearing Qi Yun’s slightly urgent voice: "Take good care of yourself!"

Long Yue paused for a brief moment, didn’t respond, and left.

Qi Yun watched silently as Long Yue’s figure grew distant, then suddenly said to Chen Zhong: "Old dog, what do you say, having such a clever wife, is it a blessing or a curse for Xiao Shiqi?"