Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 505: Moving, and Afraid!

"Xiao Rui’er, be good, don’t make trouble, or Daddy won’t be nice... Ah, you’re biting me?"

"Hehehe..."

Long Yue returned home to find her husband playing and wrestling with Rui’er, with the little one biting his finger.

The child had just been born, how could he have teeth? This was just playful fun between father and son.

Long Yue felt a warmth in this scene.

However, she suddenly recalled what Emperor Qi Yun said before she left, and her gaze darkened.

Some matters, those we have to face, will always need to be faced. We can’t avoid them. Without power, how can there be lifelong peace?

When one becomes a parent, some thoughts simply change.

Initially, Long Yue thought that after revenge, life with her husband would be a paradise on earth, but since having Xiao Rui’er, she must consider the child’s future.

Think about it, what parent in this world doesn’t worry themselves sick for their child?

Every time she says she doesn’t want to care, but her actions say otherwise.

She and A Mu can live leisurely lives with simple food, but she really can’t allow the child to live an ordinary life, someday marrying a village girl.

She won’t allow it!

Because she is a mother!

"Yue’er, you’re back?"

Li Qingmu noticed the person entering behind him and released Rui’er, but the little rascal clung tightly to his arm.

This little troublemaker!

"What’s wrong? Why do you look so unwell?"

Li Qingmu noticed Long Yue’s gloomy expression and couldn’t help but worry.

"My sister, she’s dead."

"Oh!"

Li Qingmu responded calmly, so that woman finally died? Well, dead is dead! Back then, she sent people to kill him, almost causing his death. At that time, his heart was full of hatred, wanting to kill her personally.

Sometimes, he was grateful that that incident made the couple grow closer with no barriers between them.

Therefore, when it came to Pang Shuangyue, he just felt disgust. As for killing her personally, he let Yue’er handle it.

"A Mu, I cut her belly open, took out the child inside, and smashed him to death."

Long Yue raised her eyes, nervously meeting his deep black ones, whispering, "A Mu, do you think I’m a very vicious woman?"

Li Qingmu shook his head, "My Yue’er is the kindest. You must have had your reasons for doing this!"

Huh?

Long Yue blinked, spoiling her like this? Even after she committed such a cruel act, he still believed her to be kind?

Is this what they say — beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

Long Yue showed a sweet smile, gently leaning into his embrace.

A solid, broad chest felt so good.

"This Mid-Autumn Festival, you must spend it properly with me!"

The gentle voice softened their hearts, Li Qingmu responded softly.

"Sir, Madam, the auspicious day for the move has been chosen, set for three days from now, is that okay?"

A steward’s voice came from the doorway.

This elderly steward at fifty was one of the craftsmen Long Yue rescued before.

Although this man wasn’t as clever as Wang Xiaoliu, he was very practical, and they kept him in service.

Long Yue took a document from him, glanced at it, and nodded, "Fine, we’ll do it like that, keep it simple."

"Okay, I’ll handle it immediately."

Both Long Yue and Li Qingmu weren’t the type to throw grand events, so they only invited a few familiar faces.

Su Shi and his wife, Xiang Yin and his wife, and the Young Prince Qi Jingyu.

This was puzzling; they invited not Prince Lingjiang Qi Junlian, but his son?

From this detail, it seemed Li Qingmu was avoiding suspicion.

Eastern Palace, Crown Prince Mansion.

Recently, Qi Junji had spent anguished days. With Consort Li and her son returning to Shengjing City, he felt as if needles were poking him.

Before, the Third Prince and Seventh Prince coveted his position as Crown Prince, and he hadn’t felt this tense. With Old Nine returning, he felt immense pressure, like a great mountain weighing him down.

"Consort Li regains favor, Old Nine’s son gets close with that favored minister Li Qingmu, humph, my seat here becomes more coveted!"

Within the Imperial Palace, Qi Junji paced angrily across the hall, shouting.

He was very angry, Qi Yun had given him the position of Crown Prince early on. Apart from the early years when his brothers hadn’t matured, and he sat comfortably, now, as the Emperor grew old and his brothers became sharper, he felt more and more pressure.

Sometimes he couldn’t breathe.

"Don’t be upset, Your Highness, you are still the Crown Prince. As long as you don’t make mistakes, the righteousness is there, and no one can shake your seat."

The Crown Princess Consort quickly stepped forward to comfort him, offering solace.

Qi Junji shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, you’re wrong, very wrong! If it were another Emperor of Dazhou, I maybe wouldn’t be so tense and fearful, but... The Emperor above is him! He doesn’t follow the rules. Today I might be Crown Prince, tomorrow, with one decree, I’d be the deposed Crown Prince!"

The Crown Princess Consort was shocked, "That... that can’t be!"

"Yes, he can! Those ministers... can hardly sway his thoughts. Otherwise, angering him means extermination of their families! He once said something that still sends chills down everyone’s spine..."

The Crown Princess Consort asked in horror, "What did he say?"

"In this world, the least thing missing is people. Don’t think that just because you hold a minister’s position, he can’t touch you. Kill you, and there will be countless scholars vying for your role!"

The Crown Princess Consort staggered slightly.

Qi Yun’s words were truly magnificent!

Yes, since the imperial examinations began, how many scholars with talent, with the ability to manage the world, yet because of their poor backgrounds, couldn’t be utilized, couldn’t enter officialdom?

Because there were too many noble sons and heirs to power occupying these positions.

People fear death; even within noble families, there are struggles for power. They pretend to be united but secretly vie for supremacy, wishing for misfortunes to seize that opportunity.

Obey, and you thrive; oppose, and you perish. That’s Qi Yun’s policy—those who dare defy him face consequences from confiscation to extermination.

Therefore, over the years, Dazhou’s ministers haven’t lived comfortably, constantly anxious, seeking other ways to make money, afraid to act openly.

For example, letting their wife’s family do business or cousins, distant relatives...

The Crown Princess Consort thought about Qi Yun’s achievements over the years, feeling a bit melancholy.

"Your Highness, perhaps you should plead with the Empress. She, after all, is your birth mother. She will help you, surely!"

"I know, I know, I’m going to find Mother now!"

The Crown Prince Qi Junji said as he hurried out.

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