Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Yang Shiqi’s Little Happiness!

Uh, this...

The little wife’s questions are so sharp!

Li Qingmu was a bit embarrassed.

Long Yue saw his awkward expression, was he feeling guilty?

She was instantly annoyed, giving him a hard kick, wanting to kick this clingy nuisance away!

But this man was like an eel, slipping out of her grasp with a slither and grabbing her little foot in return.

"Scumbag, let go!"

Long Yue glared at him angrily, this man was getting more trashy, wanting to have his cake and eat it too?

Wasn’t she enough for him, now he wanted to have it all?

Did the words "a pair for life," "grow old together with only you" mean nothing? Were they just deceit?

Men indeed are no good, humph!

Looking at the little wife furious to scratch him, a mischievous grin flitted across Li Qingmu’s eyes. His large hand reached out to gently caress her fair jade-like foot, the smooth feel making his mind wander for a moment.

"My dear, what are you thinking? Rest assured, about those women... I already have a foolproof plan!"

"A foolproof plan?" Long Yue looked at him with a "I don’t believe you" expression, glaring unhappily.

Li Qingmu touched his nose, and his hands unconsciously moved to her slender waist: "Yue’er, do you have any drugs that can cause hallucinations?"

"Didn’t you see it last time? Why are you asking again?"

Long Yue was speechless, this man was getting more over-the-top.

When she initially told him about disguising with The Skin of the Living Dead, she showed him everything her master gave her, including a very potent hallucinogenic drug.

This drug is part of the incense, releasing a substance that causes intense hallucinations as it burns, stimulating people’s deepest desires with a delayed effect, lingering even when one sobers up.

Long Yue didn’t know what he was going to do with it, she just stared at him.

Li Qingmu said, "Just prepare the incense for me, and also give me a Human Skin Mask."

How clever was Long Yue? Li Qingmu asked for these two things, and she immediately guessed what he was planning, exclaiming in surprise: "Are you trying to create a green field above?"

Li Qingmu had a black line across his forehead: "They’re not my wives, where’s the grassland? What, are you interested in this grassland?"

He raised an eyebrow lightly, his gaze sharp.

Listening to him, Long Yue surprisingly felt comforted, giggling: "Pfft! But after all, they’re your women in name, what, don’t you feel even a bit uneasy or guilty?"

Li Qingmu stroked his chin, pondering: "Seems improper, maybe, I should personally... Ouch..."

Li Qingmu clutched his belly, feeling a swelling pain, this little wife really hit hard!

"You... are you murdering your husband?"

He grimaced, it really hurt a lot!

Long Yue watched the man furrow his brows, bending over as if in great pain? But she didn’t use much force, did she?

Could it be that she recently ate well, hence stronger?

"A Mu, are... are you okay? I... I didn’t mean to!"

Long Yue panicked, especially seeing the man’s painful expression, she was extremely anxious and felt guilty, realizing she shouldn’t have punched him just now.

She hurriedly approached to check his condition, only to be suddenly wrapped in a warm, broad embrace.

"Ah! You... you tricked me, bastard, scoundrel, scumbag!"

Long Yue pounded him with all her might, but the dark color in the man’s eyes grew more intense until it engulfed her...

The night was deep, the bright moon hung in the sky.

The stars twinkled faintly, and the ground was covered in white snow.

Along the long palace path, lamps swayed, their wicks burning, casting a faint reddish glow, like a maiden’s blush, bashful yet wild.

Yang Shiqi wore a dark Dragon Robe, with a Human Skin Mask on his face, walking with his hands behind his back.

His demeanor was calm and composed, quiet and steady, whether in looks, figure, or aura, he was indistinguishable from the real Li Qingmu.

He was a spy, and a spy must master the art of perfect impersonation!

He appeared serene, yet his heart was in turmoil.

He was very nervous, extremely nervous, because tonight he was to visit a palace concubine.

This palace concubine, named Miao Jing’er, was the legitimate granddaughter of Miao Chen, the Imperial Doctor, aged seventeen, conferred as Princess Consort Jing.

This Princess Consort Jing, just like her name, was very quiet, sitting there as serene as a painting, without any noise or much clamor, always so peaceful and serene.

She had been in the palace for a while but remained unnoticed, almost like a ghost.

Li Qingmu was reading memorials in the study today when Chen Liu brought a stack of cards, insisting he choose one. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He picked one at random, and Princess Consort Jing was the chosen one.

Li Qingmu obviously couldn’t go to spend the night with this Princess Consort Jing, so he sent Yang Shiqi instead.

Yang Shiqi was very honored to get this formidable task.

Yang Shiqi, from Dazhou Feng City, Ganlin County, Wulipu, currently single, and not married.

Not that he didn’t want to marry, but nobody wanted him.

He wasn’t as handsome as Zhang Liulang nor as skilled at pleasing girls, his job as a spy kept him on the edge of death, who would want to marry him?

What if he accidentally made her a widow?

If there was a child on the way... how would life go on?

So, he remained single.

He had tasted women occasionally, but only those from low-class brothel houses, sometimes visiting high-end brothels, but they were too costly, emptying his savings in just one visit.

He thought his life would just be like this, diligently serving His Majesty and His Highness, hoping for His Highness’ early return to Shengjing City, reuniting as father and son.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, happiness came this fast?

He was unexpectedly tasked tonight to... ahem, enjoy a woman meant only for the Emperor?

This... felt like a dream?

He pinched his thigh hard, a wrenching pain confirmed it wasn’t a dream.

A woman of the Emperor, thinking about it was exhilarating!

"Your Majesty, we have arrived at Jingshu Palace."

Beside him, Eunuch Chen Liu kindly reminded Yang Shiqi, snapping him out of his fantasy.

He looked at the plaque that said "Jingshu Palace," taking a deep breath.

"Wait outside, do not come in!"

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Chen Liu bowed with a smile, as an emperor to enjoy pleasure with a concubine, the eunuch shouldn’t avoid suspicion, but it depended on personal preference.

So Chen Liu left, closing the door.

In front of Jingshu Palace, it became quiet instantly.

Yang Shiqi tried hard to calm his breathing, not wanting to appear like an inexperienced lad, getting noticed would be troublesome.

He entered the inner hall, surrounded by screens painted with plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, blocking his vision.

Behind the screens, a graceful woman’s silhouette appeared and disappeared.