Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 587: I Was Foolish!

Duanmu Nan looked at the silent Li Qingmu, his gaze flickered slightly, and his heart was inexplicably horrified!

It was actually Daliang’s secret medicine, so, he...

He turned around and looked at the person beside him who had already fallen into a coma. Her brows furrowed even in her sleep, and a crystal tear hung at the corner of her eye, adding a layer of charm.

Duanmu Nan’s heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps, this is a chance given by heaven?

If someone wants to take Li Qingmu away, then... why can’t he give himself a chance?

If it weren’t for him, what would happen to Yue’er?

This thought flashed by and, after a moment’s hesitation, Duanmu Nan silently took one last look at Li Qingmu, picked up Long Yue, and resolutely turned to leave.

"A Mu, I’m sorry..."

...

Lixiu Palace.

Consort Li interlocked her fingers and paced back and forth in irritation.

At this moment, a shadow hurried in, knelt down, and said, "Madam, I just received news that before the deposed Crown Prince was killed, the Empress sent someone to deliver dishes to him."

Consort Li’s gaze shifted coldly, "Isn’t that strange? The Empress just sent him food, and then the deposed Crown Prince was killed? Hah, who would believe there’s nothing fishy going on here?"

"Indeed, Madam, but currently there is no evidence to prove that the deposed Crown Prince’s death is related to the Empress!"

The trusted nanny, Nanny Li by Consort Li’s side, said.

Consort Li’s gaze turned towards the direction of the Imperial Hospital, her brows furrowed, "I heard that when His Majesty learned of Mr. Li’s death, he vomited blood?"

"Yes, Madam, I also find it strange. It’s just the death of one minister; no matter how capable or meritorious he was to His Majesty, His Majesty wouldn’t react like this. This matter, I fear, has more to it!"

"Let’s watch and see; this matter doesn’t concern us, and we can keep our forces hidden!"

"Yes, Madam!"

On the other side, at Kunyuan Palace.

Empress Qiao felt a sense of relief upon hearing of Li Qingmu’s death, but immediately after, she was chilled to the bone.

Li Qingmu is actually dead?

How could this happen? How could he die at this time?

The Crown Prince, Qi Junji, had become a discarded pawn, so Empress Qiao tempted him to commit suicide as an apology. This way, out of guilt, the Emperor would protect his wife and children.

Before his death, if he could bite at Li Qingmu, it would create a rift between them and his father.

Even if the rift was just a tiny crack, over time, it would eventually erupt.

She offered him advice to protect his wife and children, and he helped her sow discord between the fathers and son with his death; this was originally a win-win situation, but now, it was all disrupted by Li Qingmu’s sudden demise.

Moreover, Empress Qiao felt that things were going badly.

The people she sent would definitely be found out, and then they would implicate her!

"Ha ha, hahaha..."

Empress Qiao suddenly laughed out loud. Was heaven planning to destroy her? Having struggled in this harem for so many years, this was the first time she had lost so miserably!

"Madam..."

Aunt Zhen Shu, Empress Qiao’s trusted nanny, saw her in a daze, something never seen before, and hurriedly stepped forward to call her.

After a long while, Empress Qiao slowly regained her composure, looked at Zhen Shu, "Aunt Zhen Shu..."

"Madam?"

"Aunt, I’m afraid it’s difficult for me this time."

Aunt Zhen Shu was taken aback. The Empress rarely referred to herself as "I" in front of her, and rarely directly called her "Aunt." Every time she did, it was a moment of life or death choice.

Aunt Zhen Shu’s eyes reddened, and she quickly knelt down, "Awaiting Madam’s command!"

These words were as heavy as a ton. Empress Qiao looked at her aunt, who had always been by her side, and slowly squatted down.

"Aunt, I’m sorry, this time, you have to take the blame for me!"

"Madam, my life belongs to Madam. Ever since I entered this palace, I never considered myself alive. The palace is as ferocious as a man-eating beast, always ready to claim lives. I’ve lived this long, all thanks to Madam’s protection!"

These words were spoken with tears and loyalty, moving Empress Qiao deeply.

She gently patted Zhen Shu’s shoulder, said, "Later, I will properly arrange for your family’s well-being, ensuring they don’t suffer or labor."

"I am grateful, Madam!"

Empress Qiao stood up, looking at the winter scenery outside the window, murmured, "How could he die? Who did it?"

She couldn’t imagine that while she acted as the praying mantis, catching the cicada, someone else was acting as the oriole, waiting behind. Who had such brilliant means?

... 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Qianlong Palace.

After drinking the medicine prescribed by Shen Chong, Qi Yun gradually awakened.

In less than a day, he lost two sons, especially one he cherished the most. The sorrow overwhelmed him, turning a large part of his hair white.

"Your Majesty, you... must take care of your imperial health!"

Chen Zhong looked at Qi Yun’s pale, bloodless face, then at his newly white hair, and said sorrowfully.

Qi Yun weakly waved his hand, his voice hoarse, "You... help me up, I want to go see him."

Chen Zhong understood who "him" referred to. After a brief hesitation, he went out to prepare the sedan chair.

A moment later, at the gate of the Imperial Hospital, Qi Yun was helped off the carriage by Chen Zhong.

His complexion was still very poor, and upon arriving here, it turned even worse.

Shen Chong quickly came out to greet him, and upon seeing Qi Yun’s state, he asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, should I check your pulse again?"

Qi Yun shook his head, waved him off, "No need, take me to see him, to see him... one last time..."

Everyone didn’t know why the Emperor was like this, only feeling an exceptionally heavy mood.

In the Imperial Hospital, Li Qingmu lay quietly, surrounded by Imperial Physicians who were shaking their heads.

"There is no sign of life."

"The poison has invaded the five internal organs; the limbs have long been cold, beyond recovery!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

At this moment, Qi Yun walked in, and the Imperial Physicians hurriedly saluted.

Qi Yun looked at the person lying quietly and felt a sharp pain, endless regret sweeping over him. He truly shouldn’t have ignored Long Yue’s words.

What was he thinking at the time? Why did he want to imprison Li Qingmu? Couldn’t he just keep him under house arrest?

Qi Yun trembled as he moved forward, gently caressing Li Qingmu’s cheek, saying deeply, "Mu’er, it was my foolishness that harmed you!"

"Your Majesty, why would you say such a thing? This was an accident..."

One of the Imperial Physicians hurriedly knelt down, shocked that the Emperor was calling himself foolish. What did that make them, the ministers and doctors?

Qi Yun looked at Li Qingmu and suddenly asked, "Where is Duanmu Nan? Have you found him? What did he say?"

"Your Majesty, Mr. Duanmu has already been here."

Qi Yun’s eyes contracted sharply, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Then... what did he say?"

In fact, he already knew the answer. Otherwise, Duanmu Nan would be working on a remedy now, but some matters, knowing it is one thing, hearing someone else say it is another. Perhaps, he misunderstood?

However, heaven seemed not to favor him. The Imperial Physician said, "Mr. Duanmu didn’t say anything and just took Mrs. Li away; perhaps... he couldn’t be saved?"

In an instant, Qi Yun felt as if the sky had gone dark, collapsing in on him.

The last glimmer of hope was extinguished!