Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 590: I Mourn for Your Majesty!

"Ah—"

A piercing scream echoed, Empress Qiao’s eyes turned red with pain, and a scarlet stripe appeared on her body, a shocking red!

"You... Pang Longyue, how dare you! Insolent, insolent!"

Empress Qiao covered the scorching whip mark on her body, reprimanding harshly, her chest heaving with anger. She was furious; from childhood to now, she had never suffered such humiliation!

This was a grave humiliation!

Pang Longyue, I shall make you pay!

Empress Qiao’s eyes were filled with venomous hatred, a hatred that seemed to reach the heavens!

She had been pampered since birth, when had she ever suffered such hardship, such pain? All of this was thanks to this couple!

Long Yue sneered: "Dare? What wouldn’t I dare? I not only dare to whip you once, but twice, three times!"

"Pa, pa!"

As Long Yue spoke, the long whip in her hand continued, striking Empress Qiao two more times.

"Ah—Haha, hahaha, your man died well, died well!"

Empress Qiao let out a shrill scream, perhaps the pain provoked her, so she mocked Long Yue sarcastically.

This remark completely ignited Long Yue’s anger, her eyes also turned blood-red as she hissed, "Mrs. Qiao, you brought this upon yourself, you brought this upon yourself!"

With these words, the long whip in her hand struck Empress Qiao with even more force.

She screamed sharply, trying to dodge, but how could she be a match for Long Yue, who knew martial arts? Long Yue’s whip was incredibly tricky, each stroke perfectly timed, and in just a short moment, Empress Qiao was beaten half to death by her.

"Empress, Empress, there’s a rebellion, someone is rebelling!"

Several palace maids saw Empress Qiao’s near-death state, frightfully crying out for help while trying to stop Long Yue, but these maids were themselves beaten half to death by Long Yue.

"Not good, not good, come quickly, someone’s going to die!"

Soon, chaos broke out in the Cold Palace.

Alas, this is the Cold Palace, a forsaken place, and no matter how fiercely the people here shout, not many would come to see them.

In this desolate place, Long Yue vented all her pent-up anger, creating havoc, then returned to Empress Qiao once more.

She looked at the dying Empress Qiao with a cold gaze, then turned and walked into the palace.

The Cold Palace was truly deserted, aside from a few loyal palace maids, there was no one else. Long Yue picked up a candle, then found a pot of scented oil.

"Mrs. Qiao, A Mu is gone, you bear countless deaths for it, letting you die here is truly too easy a punishment!"

With that, Long Yue began to drizzle scented oil throughout the Cold Palace, then set it ablaze.

"Boom! Roaring..."

With the help of the scented oil, flames rose instantly, rapidly spreading and engulfing the entire Cold Palace.

A thick black smoke ascended rapidly, from afar, it looked like a torch.

The entire Cold Palace was engulfed in flames!

"Not good, the Cold Palace is on fire, come quickly to put it out!"

"The deposed empress is still inside! Hurry up and pull her out!"

"Forget it, she’s deposed, a fate worse than death, she might as well be dead!"

"But if she dies, what about Mrs. Li?"

"Hey, are you stupid? At this point, what does that have to do with us?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Indeed, in times of trouble, everyone flies away separately; once surrounded by many, Empress Qiao now faced disaster alone as everyone scattered, watching the fire burn without anyone trying to save her.

The fire in the harem’s Cold Palace soon reached the former court, and upon hearing the news, Qi Yun’s first question was surprisingly not about blaming Long Yue or inquiring about the deposed empress’s condition, but: "Were there any casualties?"

"A report: No!"

"No, huh, oh..."

Qi Yun responded glumly, a look of disappointment on his face.

Had that woman Empress Qiao not died? What a disappointment!

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Li dared to trespass into the Cold Palace and even set it on fire, disregarding royal law, she should be dealt with!"

A courtier stepped forward, speaking with righteous fervor, but upon finishing, he found the surroundings silent, with everyone giving him strange looks.

The courtier was startled, looking up only to see Qi Yun staring at him with a cold gaze.

A chill ran down the courtier’s spine, sensing something was amiss, the Emperor’s gaze was off!

"Long Yue’s grief over her husband’s death is excruciating, avenging him with some excessive actions is understandable."

"Yes, Your Majesty is wise!"

Those skilled in court politics quickly discerned Qi Yun’s protection of Long Yue, and promptly flattered him.

Even Cui Yuanhe, known for his directness, spoke on Long Yue’s behalf now, as he had a fondness for the young Li Qingmu, who was tragically murdered, a real pity.

"Mu’er is dead, it’s been three days, preparations should be made for his burial now!"

The courtiers intended to agree, but upon hearing this, why did it all sound so wrong?

"Your Majesty, this matter, it doesn’t concern the court?"

The death of a subject should be handled by their own family, how did this matter reach the level of constant court discussion?

Qi Yun ignored the courtiers’ confusion, instead looking towards those in the Ministry of Rites: "Dong Hao, prepare to properly bury Mu’er in the Imperial Mausoleum."

Dong Hao, the Minister of Rites, was in charge of anything related to rituals, and having discussed this with Qi Yun before, he immediately stepped forward and said: "Minister, as you command!"

Dong Hao’s response caused a stir in the court, and a minister shouted: "Your Majesty, this is absolutely unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable, it violates ancestral laws, how can an outsider be buried in the Imperial Mausoleum? How would the ancestors of the Imperial Family feel?"

"Yes, please retract the order, Your Majesty!"

"Please retract the order, Your Majesty!"

The officials shouted loudly, kneeling in petition.

Qi Yun looked calmly at the kneeling ministers, saying nothing, just waved his hand, then Dong Hao stepped forward.

"Colleagues, please remain calm!" Saying this, Dong Hao took a document from his pocket and said, "Perhaps you don’t know, but this Mr. Li, he is not just a commoner, he is a member of the Imperial Family!"

This statement shocked everyone!

Even Cui Yuanhe was taken aback, rubbing his eyes: "Mr. Dong, what do you mean by this?"

Dong Hao said: "Prime Minister Cui, look, this is Mr. Li’s record; he is not a member of the Li family from Qingshui Village, and his birth date matches exactly with that of the missing young prince years ago.

Most importantly, the spy from Yulong Pavilion back then traced the lead to Qingshui Village; although a fake prince was brought back, what if there was a switch? In reality, the true prince was in Qingshui Village!"

"This..."

Cui Yuanhe quickly stepped forward to take the records and carefully read them, after a moment, as if in a dream, Cui Yuanhe said, "He...he is the true Seventeenth Prince? No wonder, no wonder..."

Cui Yuanhe cried out, turning to kneel and bow: "Minister... mourns for Your Majesty!"

"We ministers, mourn for Your Majesty!"

In an instant, the court was filled with kneeling courtiers.