Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 606: We Are Engaged!

Daliang Palace!

The night sky filled with stars, the bright moon shining!

The deep palace walls stretch endlessly like a spider’s web, winding and turning with no end in sight.

The palatial clusters of gold and jade, with green tiles and glazed roofs, carved beams and painted rafters, exude unmatched opulence and grandeur.

Guards patrol heavily, stationed every five paces, every ten steps, making the palace impenetrable.

In a palace of indescribable luxury on the east side of the palace.

A man stands tall and poised by the window, holding a glass cup filled with a fine amber-colored wine brew, he slightly tilts his head, staring at the moon supported by the stars, drinking the wine in one gulp.

"Drawing a knife to cut water only makes it flow more, raising a cup to drown sorrow only makes it more profound. Brother, drinking alone like this, are you looking up at the bright moon and thinking of home with your head lowered?"

A fragrant breeze carries a woman’s gentle yet teasing laughter from behind,

The man slowly turns around, revealing a face of unparalleled, innate beauty.

His dark eyes, like stars, fixate unwaveringly on the woman opposite him.

The woman’s heart skips a beat at the sight, a fiery glint briefly flickers in her eyes but quickly vanishes.

She smiles lightly: "Why does brother look at me like this?"

The man steps forward, arriving in front of the woman a few paces away, watching the mix of panic and slight delight in her eyes, he smiles lightly.

"My home is within this palace, why does Princess Nianxi speak such words?"

Nianxi is momentarily stunned, then she smiles and replies: "Brother has been abroad for many years, sister feels that brother would have some longing."

"Oh? Is that so? Those commoners are vulgar and crude, humble and inferior. I’ve endured hardships for many years outside; shouldn’t I be thankful to return to the palace? Why, does sister Nianxi not welcome me back?"

A trace of awkwardness passes in Nianxi’s eyes, she calmly says, "How can brother say such words, I’m delighted at your return, otherwise I wouldn’t be visiting you daily!"

"Hmm, seems to make some sense!"

The man smiles again, beneath the smile, this splendid beauty is truly captivating.

Princess Nianxi is nearly enthralled, she watches the man before her, silently pondering: Li Qingmu, do you truly not remember the past, or are you pretending?

He has returned with the Princess for over two months, both the Princess and the State Preceptor claim he recalls nothing, and now he is a member of the Imperial Family of Daliang, Rong Mu!

Yet, Princess Nianxi remains uneasy, she comes each day to probe thoroughly, but every attempt ends in failure.

With every failure, she feels a joyful relief, but simultaneously, an increasing fear and anxiety about losing grip.

"Brother, since you do not miss the days outside, why do you keep staring at the bright moon?"

She deliberately emphasizes the word "moon," fixing her gaze closely on Li Qingmu’s eyes, trying to detect any ripple of emotion.

However, the only response is a hint of mischievous laughter in the man’s eyes.

He leans slightly, raising Nianxi’s delicate chin, whispering: "The osmanthus trees outside the yue Palace are fragrant. I wonder, within the yue Palace, is there someone as sweet as sister Nianxi?"

His warm breath grazes Nianxi’s face, and her ears turn red without her realizing.

"Brother, you..."

Nianxi’s voice starts to tremble, her brows and eyes showing more charm.

Truly, never before has she seen Li Qingmu show such tenderness towards her, such was only seen when he was with Lady Jiao before.

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of satisfaction sweeps over her, along with a surge of deep joy.

She tenderly says: "Brother, the Princess has already arranged our marriage, saying... it will be held this autumn."

In an instant, Li Qingmu’s smile vanished completely.

Princess Nianxi, feeling bashful, keeps her head lowered, not noticing the flicker of murderous intent in the man’s eyes, she only softly murmurs: "Doesn’t my brother wish to see if I am sweet or not? In fact, brother can try it."

Does she plan to cement the arrangement early?

Li Qingmu’s lips slightly curl, his eyes flashing with a contemptuous sneer.

He murmurs softly in her ear: "How could the Princess sully herself? If we taste in advance, the marriage night won’t be fresh!"

Their conversation is rather audacious, even the maidservants beside them find it hard to listen, their ears turning red with bashful shyness.

As for Princess Nianxi, from her earlobes to her cheeks, she is completely flushed with redness.

She incredulously looks up at the handsome man before her, unsure of what is happening. In the past, when she interacted with him, he was always proper beyond measure. But now this...

How is this different from those wastrel sons?

Romantic words, flowery rhetoric!

What she doesn’t realize is, when facing Long Yue, Li Qingmu was... well, as Long Yue would say, a scoundrel!

Yet, when a man becomes a scoundrel, do women like it better?

At this moment, Princess Nianxi’s heart thumps wildly, does this change in Li Qingmu mean he has completely forgotten the past?

Suddenly, she feels a sense of relief.

Princess Nianxi wants to say something more, but the man has already turned around, pouring himself another cup of wine.

"It’s getting late, Princess Nianxi should head back, being alone with a man in a room at night would harm your reputation."

"Hypocritical deceitful gentleman, hmph!"

Princess Nianxi huffs adorably, appearing quite annoyed, but her eyes flutter charmingly. After saying this, she reluctantly glances at the tall figure once more before leaving.

Once she leaves, Li Qingmu slowly turns back, the playful smile on his face vanishing without a trace, replaced by indifference.

He looks to the side at the motionless maidservant, saying coldly: "All of you, leave. I wish to rest."

"Eldest Young Master, the Princess has instructed us to attend to you at all times, so leaving even for a moment is forbidden."

Attending at all times?

Li Qingmu internally sneers, isn’t it actually to monitor?

These maidservants, who among them isn’t proficient in martial arts? At the slightest movement from him, they would immediately watch over him.

Despite the appearance of living in a splendid palace, how is it any different from imprisonment?

The only difference being the delicious food and fine drink served, with beauties as company, perhaps?

Li Qingmu sets down the wine cup, squints, puts on a moon-white outer robe, and walks out of the sleeping chambers.

"I’m going to see the Princess, what, won’t you even let me see my mother?"

Seeing the women about to stop him, Li Qingmu coldly says.

A female official, who manages this group of maids, pauses briefly, quickly bowing: "We wouldn’t dare, young master, please go!"