Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 418: Questions

The Silver Needle was exceedingly fine, almost without lustre, indetectable to anyone lacking profound martial arts skills. Particularly now, Pei Jinheng was extremely complacent, laughing incessantly, completely unaware.

"Pfft!"

The Silver Needle pierced directly into the side of his throat, horizontally penetrating!

Ugh...

Pei Jinheng felt his breath stall, his throat numbed, and then, his breathing grew increasingly rapid.

"Not good, there’s an assassin!"

Suddenly, dozens of men in black appeared beside him; they were all there to protect Pei Jinheng and rushed to take action upon seeing him attacked by an assassin.

But it was too late!

The Silver Needle had struck with ruthless force and pinpoint accuracy; Pei Jinheng clutched his throat, his face gradually turning red, and he fainted directly to the ground.

From the moment Pei Jinheng was struck by the needle to when he collapsed to the ground, it all happened in the blink of an eye. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Then, a figure in white suddenly flew out from the forest and headed towards Long Yue.

His posture was graceful, clad in white like an immortal, black hair glimmering like crystal strands flowing with the wind.

"Kill that woman!"

Someone among the men in black roared angrily, some drew bows and aimed arrows, intending to shoot Long Yue!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Hundreds of Silver Needles flew from Duanmu Nan’s palm, each capable of knocking down an arrow or dispatching a man in black—it was life-threatening precision with unfailing accuracy!

Soon, dozens of black-clad men lay here, along with the asphyxiated, deceased Pei Jinheng.

"Yue’er."

Duanmu Nan landed lightly on the stone platform, gently swept his hand, and untied the ropes on her.

He looked at her tenderly, his eyes filled with affection.

Long Yue was a bit dazed; she had always thought her master was a miraculous healer, never knowing he was also a martial arts expert.

Really, he was too powerful—just a wave and a lift of the hand, and the enemies were cleanly eradicated. With such prowess, if he were to go to war, he could truly hold the pass against thousands alone!

Long Yue tilted her head, daydreaming over there. Duanmu Nan couldn’t help but find her foolish demeanor amusing.

His precious disciple was just adorably sweet.

Li Qingmu stared dumbfounded at Duanmu Nan’s nimble figure, momentarily forgetting he stood atop the charcoal fire—the searing pain seemed to vanish in that instant.

Until Qi Jingyu dashed over and pulled him away from the fire.

"Uncle Mu, are you alright?"

Li Qingmu took a while to regain his senses, and then...

"Ah, it hurts..."

Long Yue was mesmerized by her master, but suddenly heard the wailing from over there, quickly spun around, leapt off the stone platform, and dashed over.

"A Mu!"

Long Yue hurried over, seeing Li Qingmu’s shoes had been burned through, exposing the charred flesh beneath. She was instantly infuriated, feeling like hitting someone.

"Li Qingmu, are you crazy? Is your head empty? Are you daring enough to step on it? Aren’t you afraid of pain? Aren’t you most afraid of pain?"

This guy truly is foolish, daring to step right onto a blazing charcoal fire! Are you really unafraid of death?

Long Yue angrily scolded him, but as she scolded, tears began to involuntarily fall.

"Idiot, you’re a big idiot, sob sob sob..."

"Yue’er, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don’t be mad, okay? I won’t do it again in the future..."

Li Qingmu got scared seeing Long Yue crying bitterly, hurriedly embraced her to comfort her, but Long Yue angrily scolded, "You often say that but never once keep your word!"

Li Qingmu’s face was full of embarrassment, then...

"Ah, it hurts! Mr. Duanmu, help, I’m hurting..."

Duanmu Nan watched the young couple laughing and bickering over this, turning an atmosphere that should have been serious into something lively, his eyes revealing an involuntary touch of loneliness and darkness.

Young couples have plenty of joy; they really are a pair.

"Jingyu, quickly take Mr. Li back, his wounds need timely treatment."

"Alright!"

In the Yangxin Residence, Duanmu Nan was treating Li Qingmu’s wounds.

From the inner room came incessant howling and wailing sounds.

"Ahhh, it hurts, it’s so painful, be gentler, wife, hold me..."

"Ow ow, it hurts, it hurts to death, Mr. Duanmu be gentler, ah!"

"My wife, I was wrong, awooo—"

Long Yue’s delicate face was covered in black lines, really wanting to give this troublesome man a good beating.

But seeing the burn wounds from the charcoal fire on his feet, she softened.

The charcoal fire had roasted, fabric and flesh adhered together, requiring special medicine to separate them, and who could endure such skin-peeling pain?

Li Qingmu was quite resilient; remember back in the dungeon, Qian Yi whipped him with iron, the lash cutting deep to the bone, yet he hardly made a sound—how many people could be as enduring as him?

Except this scoundrel liked to act spoiled only with her, and she simply couldn’t deal with him.

After a full hour of fussing, Duanmu Nan finally treated his wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it.

"The weather is hot, and this wound is most prone to festering and rotting, so rest well at home, and absolutely don’t go out, understand?"

Duanmu Nan patiently advised, reflecting on Li Qingmu’s "glorious achievements," feeling a bit helpless.

This guy sure knows how to stir things up!

The problem is every time he causes trouble, it’s always a lose-lose situation, leaving people speechless.

"Go home."

Duanmu Nan gave Long Yue one last glance, watched them leave.

The Imperial Palace matters still needed to be tidied and settled; once that was done, rewards and penalties would follow.

Having learned of Li Qingmu’s injury from the palace, Qi Yun immediately sent Shen Chong to check on the situation and confirmed his injury was no longer a concern before returning.

The next day, Qi Yun actually came in person.

Instantly, the entire General Mansion was jubilant—the Emperor had indeed come in disguise to visit their esteemed Lord, an unparalleled honor!

Previously, the General Mansion was surrounded and under house arrest, the people within felt they had been reduced to low status, even receiving disdain and cold stares, becoming mice for others to scorn.

Now, everything has turned around.

The Emperor personally came to visit his minister; this will surely become a celebrated tale, with this minister as the hero of the incident sure to receive focused care and limitless prospects!

"Little rascal, stirring up such trouble—isn’t this reckless? Have you considered if your body can handle it?"

Qi Yun saw Li Qingmu’s foot injury, couldn’t help but feel distressed, his expression was one of regret.

"Emperor, I... I was in a hurry; after all, that is my wife and child. I had to save them and didn’t think much at the time."

Qi Yun looked at his sincere expression and shook his head.

It makes sense; those are his wife and child, the ones he loves most. Not to mention just getting injured, even risking his life he would do it.

"Enough."

Suddenly feeling he wasn’t justified, Qi Yun awkwardly waved his hand, gave some comforting words, and then left.

But before leaving, Qi Yun asked him a question, and it was a very surprising question.