Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 226: This Brat Got Too Cocky—He Needs to Be Taken Down a Notch!
As soon as Pang Wenzheng finished speaking, his body abruptly shook. In just an instant, he realized he had fallen into Li Qingmu’s trap!
He had thrown Long Yue’s mother’s body into the mass grave at Bai E Mountain, something no one knew. But Li Qingmu suddenly mentioned it like he must have found something out!
That’s right, they had visited Bai E Mountain last time!
Pang Wenzheng trembled, secretly annoyed that this little bastard had discovered his actions against Cao Wanjun!
Even though he denied it now, he had indirectly acknowledged the matter!
Well, well, what a cunning little rascal! Since standing at the palace gate, this little beast was setting traps for him!
He thought so, too. With such a large gap in status, why did he stand so close to him? Shouldn’t there be some courtiers between them as per the rules?
Doing this was simply to attract his attention!
Then, when he accused him, he used words to provoke him, forcing him to get angry. When someone gets angry, their mind gets confused, giving the enemy an opportunity!
And just now, he was half awake, half asleep, waiting for Liu Yi and the others to act, wasn’t he? They said his wife publicly beat a noblewoman’s daughter, shouldn’t he explain the matter? Yet, he spoke of loyalty and righteousness?
He was luring him into speaking about benevolence!
He said he had no loyalty, so heartlessly treating the woman who was devoted to him, not even a tiny bit of benevolence! He was indeed tricking him!
Pang Wenzheng took a deep breath, feeling as though his lungs were about to explode from anger!
Little brat, I’ll grind your bones to dust!
"It seems Minister Pang has some responsibility, admitting your mother-in-law’s death is related to you?"
Li Qingmu suddenly let out a soft chuckle, coldly speaking.
Pang Wenzheng’s face turned cold, he snorted: "Boy, Wanjun died of illness. I admit I didn’t take good care of her, I was wrong, and I acknowledge it! But this is the court, don’t bring such family matters here, show some sense of propriety!"
In the Pang Family’s ancestral grave, there is Cao Wanjun’s tomb, with a woman’s corpse inside. He isn’t worried about Li Qingmu exhuming the body. Once he does, upon seeing the corpse, he can impeach Li Qingmu for not respecting the deceased, not giving her peace after death.
So now, he warns him not to bring out such trivial matters; otherwise, he will make him regret it!
Li Qingmu naturally picked up on his meaning. He touched his nose, snickered: "Hmm, Minister Pang’s words make sense, family shame should not be publicized. Such matters indeed shouldn’t be discussed at court.
Therefore, the fight between my wife and the noblewomen’s daughters is merely a squabble among women. I just don’t understand why Imperial Censor Liu insists on impeaching me over this?
The court, a national instrument, should debate national affairs, discuss the livelihood of the people, and the grand strategy of the realm! It’s not a marketplace, where women’s petty matters are argued about, making such shrew-like rants!"
After Li Qingmu finished coldly, he ignored Liu Yi, turned around, and returned to his place among the ranks, standing firm again.
"You... I..."
Liu Yi was dumbfounded, pointing at Li Qingmu, speechless for a long time. What kind of logic was this? Why did a short impeachment of him turn into a discussion of Pang Wenzheng’s family matters, and then somehow include himself?
This person’s brain, what is it made of? Why is it always different from their way of thinking?
Women often quarrel, and those deep in the boudoir often engage in intrigue. In the mansions, there are many dead maids and concubines—too many—in fact, there is endless talk if one discusses it.
So matters concerning women are automatically angered in the court. Now Liu Yi just wanted to disgust Li Qingmu. If he could provoke him into being punished by the Emperor, that would be even better.
But now, he had only disgusted himself.
Liu Yi felt frustrated, ruminating, but with the conversation having reached this point, how could he still hold onto Long Yue’s matter? That would be really failing to appreciate anything!
He sulkily returned to the ranks.
Qi Yun rubbed his chin, his eyes slightly narrowed, watching the gradually silent ministers below. Watching the courtiers argue every day seemed to be quite interesting.
Especially this young man, his thought process is too bizarre. It looks like he’s playing randomly, but in fact, every move is interconnected, logically coherent.
Others impeach him for his wife publicly beating someone, mocking him for being beaten by his own woman. Then he uses loyalty as a shield, making an article out of Pang Wenzheng’s family affairs, trapping Pang Wenzheng, finally revealing that family affairs shouldn’t be brought to court. This easily lifts the issue of his wife causing a disturbance.
Such methods!
This minister is too clever, too cunning—interesting, very interesting!
Just...
Qi Yun looked at him leaning against a pillar, eyes watching the nose, nose watching the mouth, mouth watching the heart, looking so earnest, this brat, others might think you’re seriously listening, but I know, you’re dozing off!
"Li Qingmu!"
Qi Yun, who hadn’t spoken yet, suddenly called his name.
Li Qingmu was startled, quickly raising his head, "Minister here?"
"Why are you leaning against the big pillar?"
What?
All the ministers were surprised, Emperor, we’re discussing court matters, why focus on this? Isn’t it kind of inattentive?
But he is the Emperor, who dares to question? They just hold onto curiosity and somewhat look forward to a show watching Li Qingmu.
Li Qingmu felt slightly embarrassed, was he discovered?
He quickly stood upright, earnestly said: "The pillar is firm, leaning against it makes me stand more upright!"
"Can’t you stand steadily without the pillar?"
"Uh, no..."
"Then stop leaning against it, stand aside!"
"Ah?"
"Hurry!"
Qi Yun looked at Li Qingmu, seeing his faceless expression, suddenly feeling extremely delightful.
This brat was just too smug, he deserved a good knock!
The court discussed some national affairs again, mostly concerning the livelihood and governance, then dismissed the court.
Qi Yun strolled with his hands folded behind his back in the winding paths of the Imperial Garden, accompanied by his trusted eunuch Chen Zhong.
He walked very slowly, with pauses, while Chen Zhong followed closely behind.
Suddenly, Qi Yun turned, glanced at Chen Zhong, who almost bumped into him, squinted, "Old dog, do you have something to say?"
Chen Zhong had followed Qi Yun since childhood, merely three years older than him, always accompanying Qi Yun running throughout the Imperial Palace when he was little. Qi Yun liked calling him "little dog," and now, as he aged, he calls him "old dog".
It wasn’t meant to insult, but rather as a term of endearment.
Chen Zhong chuckled respectfully, "Emperor, your servant was just reminded of your childhood. Whenever you got into trouble, the Empress would make you stand as a punishment, and you liked leaning against walls and pillars, said it was less tiring!"
Qi Yun pointed at Chen Zhong, chuckled lowly: "I was doing that since childhood, that brat dared to show off before me with that trick? Isn’t that asking for trouble? Hahaha..."
"Heh, indeed? Emperor, very wise!"
