Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 491: There Really Are Evil Spirits!

"Bring them in!"

Long Yue and Consort Li arrived at a side hall, ensuring that there were no prying eyes around before ordering the monks to be brought in.

They weren’t fools; they’d already seen that in this group of monks, only these two were the leaders.

"Get in!"

Consort Li was always protected by people from the Fei Luan Pavilion, and at this moment, two guards escorted the monks inside and wanted to make them kneel.

"No need for that."

With a wave of Consort Li’s hand, the two guards quickly withdrew.

"Amitabha, to have us taken in this manner is disrespectful to the Buddha."

The Great Monk uttered a Buddhist chant, his face full of compassion, yet his words were aggressive.

Consort Li smiled and said, "You are the master of Taia Temple. I wanted to discuss some teachings with you, but I worried you might not agree, so I ’invited’ you here!"

"Discuss teachings" was a euphemism for questioning him, and the "invitation" was clearly sarcastic.

The Great Monk’s face twitched slightly, and he clasped his hands together, "You overestimate yourself!"

"Oh? Then it seems I should try another approach next time!"

As the two exchanged words, Long Yue watched with frustration; she didn’t like this beating-around-the-bush approach.

She recalled that Consort Li wasn’t like this before?

Indeed, Consort Li had become desperate after her appearance was ruined, which led to a significant change in her mentality; she became sharp-tongued and blunt.

But now that she had regained her looks and the Emperor’s favor, and re-entered the harem where talk was full of twists and turns, she naturally reverted. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Long Yue couldn’t say whether this was good or bad.

Consort Li wasn’t the only one who could interrogate here; Long Yue could too, so she directly asked, "Speak, who sent you to frame me?"

This direct question caught the two monks off guard, as they likely didn’t expect such straightforwardness from a pregnant woman.

The Great Monk said, "Madam, as someone with child, you must not speak recklessly, or misfortune will befall you!"

Women giving birth was like passing through Hell’s gates, yet this monk threatened or cursed in this way?

Long Yue sneered, "You bald donkey, how hateful—smooth-talking, answering east when asked west. Fine, very good! Lady Li Fei, some people only understand when they see the coffin, so show him some color!"

As a concubine of the Emperor, there were things Consort Li couldn’t do too obviously, so she danced around the monks just so Long Yue would step in.

But now that Long Yue had suggested showing them some color, Consort Li couldn’t just turn a blind eye, thus she said, "Lady Jiao, these two are esteemed monks; take care."

Don’t resort to torture, or else I won’t be able to explain myself!

Long Yue heard the subtext and slowly stood, smiling gently as she saluted Consort Li, "Please be assured, Your Ladyship, I guarantee not a single hair on the master’s head will be harmed!"

After speaking, she exchanged a glance with Ning Xiang.

Ning Xiang nodded and turned to leave.

Soon after, she returned with a bundle of rope and a whisk brush.

"Revered Masters, your days of eating vegetarian and chanting must be dull, right? I’ve thought of a fun game for you, one that will have you laughing non-stop."

The Great Monk looked up at Long Yue.

"Amitabha, you mustn’t speak lightly..."

Long Yue had no patience for his prattle and gestured for several guards to bind them and then lay them on the ground.

"Remove their shoes and use the brush on their feet, remember—gently, softly, as if caring for a baby!"

Consort Li was startled, "Will this work?"

Tickling wasn’t considered torture; at most, it was an uncomfortable itch. What harm could it do?

But Long Yue merely smiled lightly, "Your Ladyship, just watch!"

The two guards were skilled in administering punishment, and they lightly brushed the monks’ feet.

"Amitabha!"

Though the Great Monk lay on the ground, he remained dignified and unfazed, even chanting scriptures with self-satisfaction.

Consort Li furrowed her brow, feeling that this method of Long Yue’s was too gentle, lacking any impact, but gradually, she was stunned.

The Great Monk’s chanting started to pause, and Consort Li noticed his brows furrowing.

Then his brow furrowed deeper, and the chanting stopped.

He began twitching, his lips quivering, his arms jerking, his cheeks twitching.

Consort Li’s eyes narrowed as she stared intently at the Great Monk.

"Heh heh... heh heh..."

The Great Monk made a muffled sound, as if trying to suppress something.

"Gentler!" Long Yue knew the itch on the soles of the feet had built up to the brink of eruption; she ordered the guard, "Even gentler!"

"No... ha ha, ha ha ha... don’t, don’t tickle, no, it’s killing me, it’s tickling me to death, ah ah, ha ha ha..."

The Great Monk eventually couldn’t hold back the laughter.

Once it broke, it gushed like a river bursting its banks, wild laughter.

"Ha ha ha..."

The entire side hall echoed with the Great Monk’s thunderous laughter.

Consort Li was amazed.

Could one really administer punishment in such a way?

Unheard of, unseen!

This method left no marks, but rendered immense suffering; look at this monk, once dignified and masterful, now completely changed.

Squirreling awkwardly, twitching face, eyes flickering...

"No, no, stop, it’s killing me, save me, stop, spare me!"

The Great Monk began to plead.

However, Long Yue merely had them tickle more gently at a faster rate.

Goodness, this is unbearable!

The Great Monk twitched and spasmed.

"I... I confess, I’ll tell everything, stop, please stop, ah ah—"

"Pause!"

Finally, the torment akin to Hell ended.

Long Yue sat down leisurely, smilingly looking at the panting, tongue-lolling, dog-tired Great Monk, calmly stating, "Speak!"

"Let this humble monk... no, let me drink some water first!"

The Great Monk, upon receiving Long Yue’s look, didn’t dare refer to himself as a "humble monk," revealing him as a fake monk.

Remarkable, a fake monk indeed!

After drinking water and moistening his throat, the Great Monk failed to find a place to sit, looking awkwardly around.

The other monk, frightened by the previous scene, was also uneasy.

"Who sent you?"

Long Yue sipped her fine tea, speaking indifferently.

"No one!" the Great Monk replied, "My junior and I were going to Taia Temple to discuss teachings with some monks there, but the Imperial Family approached them, and they didn’t want to descend the mountain to perform rituals, saying performing rituals for the Imperial Family would bring trouble, so they sent us instead!"

Uhm...

Long Yue blinked.

Could the monks from Taia Temple truly be high priests, able to sense trouble from descent for rituals?

"And then? Who made you suspect a problem with Nuanyang Palace, who directed you to act this way?"

The Great Monk shrugged, "No one, this Nuanyang Palace really did have evil omens!"