Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 382: I’m Going to Save Him!

"Your Majesty, I am terrified!"

Shen Chong hurriedly knelt on the ground, his expression filled with fear. The Emperor’s reaction was too overwhelming, making him anxious. Did I say something wrong?

But Qi Yun paid no attention to his plea for forgiveness, staring blankly at the man on the bed.

After a while, he cried out in pain, "It’s me, I have wronged you!"

Shen Chong was dumbfounded, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed heavily. He wanted to look up to see the Emperor’s expression but dared not.

"During these days, stay here and take good care of him. As for your family, with the few madams and concubines causing a fuss, you wouldn’t want to be caught in the middle of it anyway."

Uh...

Shen Chong’s old face flushed red.

His family’s affairs were ultimately a scandal, but a scandal brought before the Emperor—what does it matter?

He responded dejectedly, "Your Majesty’s orders, I will obey!"

With all the commotion, it was nearly time for dinner. Qi Yun explored upstairs, waiting for half an hour, then came back down holding a food box.

"Eat something!"

Shen Chong trembled with fear, "Your Majesty... I dare not!"

The Emperor personally brought food down; this... he dared not eat it!

Qi Yun’s face was cold, "I told you to eat, so eat. No more nonsense!"

Shen Chong felt ashamed, but inside he was overjoyed. He knew that after this incident, he was now the Emperor’s man!

The Emperor personally delivering food was an acknowledgment. He happily replied, "I obey, Your Majesty!"

Qi Yun actually rarely visited the concubines in the harem. Rarely.

Thus, staying in the sleeping quarters for the night without leaving, no one questioned it.

Even if someone wanted to enter, Chen Zhong would remind them from above. There was a bell at the head of the Dragon Bed, which, when lightly touched, would ring the bell here, signaling someone’s arrival.

He glanced at the bell at Li Qingmu’s bedside; it was silent.

The quiet room was quite large, with some small compartments on the side meant for others’ use, and Shen Chong occupied one of them.

Qi Yun went nowhere, just quietly accompanying him.

But ultimately, people must sleep, and Qi Yun fell asleep leaning against his bedside.

"Cough cough..."

A faint cough stirred Li Qingmu from his sleep.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, which was luxurious, with patterns resembling clouds. The light was dim but not gloomy, the key being that the place he was in felt warm and soft.

Li Qingmu knew this was no dungeon, but didn’t know where it was.

A wave of pain surged through him, beginning as a dull ache, but as his consciousness became clearer, the pain intensified.

"Hiss—"

He drew in a sharp breath, moved his arm slightly, and another wave of pain coursed through!

"Awake?"

A familiar voice came from above, and Li Qingmu was stunned. Looking up, he saw a familiar face, though it now had more wrinkles, appearing somewhat weathered.

"Empe... Emperor..."

Li Qingmu was shocked, trying to get up, but his whole body throbbed with pain.

"Don’t move!" Qi Yun’s slightly annoyed yet tender voice sounded as he pressed him down, "Injured so severely, caught a cold, barely surviving, and you dare to move recklessly?"

Li Qingmu blinked, laying down obediently.

Qi Yun was satisfied.

"Ding ding ding!"

A ringing sound came from the bedside bell, and Qi Yun smiled, "Breakfast is ready; I’ll be right back."

Li Qingmu felt embarrassed at the thought of the Emperor serving his meals.

In that moment, he felt bewilderingly unreal.

...

Long Yue had a dream.

In her dream, her husband was covered in blood, with limbs severed, placed in a small clay pot, only his head exposed.

His eyes were gone, face full of scars, unrecognizable!

Human Swine!

Seeing this, Long Yue cried out in surprise, sitting upright abruptly.

"A Mu, A Mu!"

She looked around in terror, searching for the clay pot, but saw nothing except simple furniture and some curtains.

Confused, she wondered, was this a dream?

But why did it feel so real?

Could it be... a forewarning?

Thinking of this, Long Yue shivered, quickly getting out of bed, "Someone, quickly, Cao Family Army, where is it? I need to go to the Imperial Palace!"

Next to Long Yue’s room, not far away, was Cao Xiao. Ever since learning that Li Qingmu was imprisoned, he stayed by Long Yue’s side, worried she might act impulsively.

This girl really caused headaches!

"A Shao, I need to rescue him, I must save him from the Heavenly Prison!" Long Yue exclaimed, clutching his arm excitedly, "A Shao, do you know? I dreamed of him, I dreamed he was turned into a Human Swine!

Do you know what a Human Swine is? No hands, no feet, only a mass in the middle, placed in a pot. So pitiful, he’s so pitiful... sob sob..."

Long Yue merely said pitiful, not scared?

If Li Qingmu were here and heard this, he’d surely laugh out loud in the middle of the night.

Cao Xiao, usually carefree, felt the atmosphere’s heaviness. He comforted her, "Yue’er, don’t worry, you’re just overthinking. How could it be like that? At most, it’s just one... uh..."

Alright, Cao Xiao realized he was terrible at comforting people. Look, his niece’s eyes went red again, tears pouring uncontrollably.

"You don’t understand, you really don’t," she lamented, "Others wouldn’t treat him like that, but that person, he’ll torture him, he definitely will!"

Qian Yi, that impersonating Seventeenth Prince, he would brutally torment A Mu, rendering him unrecognizable!

Long Yue felt her heart shatter; she let go of Cao Xiao, turning to leave the residence.

"I’m going to find my grandfather to borrow troops, to storm the palace! If that Dog Emperor won’t release A Mu, I’ll release him myself!"

Cao Xiao’s face turned pale, "Yue’er, please be cautious with your words!"

This kind of conspiratorial talk, it’s one thing to think about it, but to say it aloud? It would spell doom for the entire Cao Family!

Cao Xiao believed stopping Long Yue would suffice, that such talk wouldn’t spread from their residence, but he was wrong.

Within merely half an hour, the court had already learned of it.

Qi Yun sat on the Dragon Throne, having not slept all night, his eyes dark and weary, bloodshot, making him look increasingly haggard.

As though this Emperor truly was gradually entering his twilight years.

But everyone knew his age was part of it, yet Li Qingmu had also driven him to this state.

He coldly stared at the eunuch delivering the message, mocking, "She said that?"

"Indeed, true as can be, many in the residence heard her, Your Majesty can inquire anyone there to confirm!"

Qi Yun squinted, his eyes like a falcon’s scanning the ministers, "Truly audacious, daring to rally the Cao Family Army to plot rebellion against me? Outrageous, utterly outrageous!

Summon, deliver my decree, remove Cao Yin from his post as General Xiping, additionally... I recall, Li Qingmu is linked with Prince Lingjiang’s heir? Hmph, someone deliver the decree to Jiangling County, order Prince Lingjiang to surrender his military power and return to the capital for orders!"

At these words, the ministers were shocked!