Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 467: Get to the Bottom of This!

His two actions were very simple.

The first action, he walked to a stone bench, sat down upright, and even straightened his robe.

The second action, he turned and pointed to a large tree beside him.

Li Qingmu was exceptionally intelligent; sitting, tree, taking two of those words, that is...

"Duanmu?"

He was shocked in his heart and blurted out.

The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "I don’t know, I don’t know, I haven’t said anything!"

Li Qingmu stood up, put down a silver ingot, and cupped his hands: "Thank you, elder!"

He rode away, the old man looked at the money on the table, shook his head, and looked somewhat fearful: "Something is going to happen, something is going to happen! Hurry, pack up and take the children away from here, the further the better!"

"Grandpa, why? We live here happily, why do we have to leave? Where can we go? Who will take us in?"

A woman nearby heard this and immediately started weeping, her tears falling pat-pat.

"Let’s go, let’s go, it’s no longer safe here. Someone asked questions about this place; it means it’s dangerous. Hurry up and leave!"

"Grandpa, what about you? Will you come with us?"

This elder was very respected in the village. After his words, some cried, some were sad, and others were confused, but no one questioned him.

"Me? Haha..." The old man shook his head with a smile, "I won’t leave. I grew up in this village, drinking its mountain spring water, eating its rice, wearing its cotton. This place is everything to me, I won’t go..."

"Grandpa, if you don’t leave, we won’t leave either, boo-hoo..."

A little girl rushed up and hugged the elder’s leg.

"Good girl, go, quickly now. If things calm down in the future, come back, go!"

The old man forced himself, pushing the girl away.

The girl cried even louder.

Soon, in this village, only young people were left carrying bundles and leaving.

Li Qingmu did not know that simply asking a question would provoke such a change in the village. At this moment, his face was ashen, rushing back urgently.

He needed to hurry back to tell Nan Haitang about this and have him investigate more detailed information. Meanwhile, he was very anxious, an unsettling thought gradually emerging.

Duanmu...

He didn’t know why, but when he saw the elderly man perform those two actions, Li Qingmu felt his breathing becoming unsteady.

He could only try not to think about this matter now and wait for Nan Haitang to investigate further.

"The Duanmu Family?" Nan Haitang heard this and paused, "Are you saying that this altar is related to the Duanmu family?"

"Yes, that’s what the local people say. This altar was dug up sixteen years ago, and that family was also completely executed. Lord Nan, you are with the Yulong Pavilion, are you not aware of this?"

Li Qingmu was very puzzled.

"I’m unaware!" Nan Haitang declared, "For sixteen years, I was deep inside Daliang, searching for the Seventeenth Prince..."

He couldn’t help but glance at Li Qingmu, "I’m not fully aware of events from that period. But since there’s already a clue, I will investigate it from here."

Nan Haitang took his leave and then went to investigate the Duanmu family matter.

That evening, he brought back a thick stack of materials.

"Mr. Li, this is what I obtained through investigation. The Duanmu Family is a local Profound art family in Guyang County, very mysterious and believed to have capabilities. They are deeply revered by the local people. This altar was dug up from their ancestral land, and at the time, the local government considered it seditious, sending troops to raid the family and execute them."

Li Qingmu looked down at the information in his hand, his mind whirling with various thoughts.

He recalled that after Duanmu Nan first entered the palace, Qi Yun began suffering from headaches. The Imperial Physicians couldn’t diagnose it, but somehow, the headaches became less frequent afterward.

He suspected that the source of the ailment had been found and dealt with.

Thinking about it now, perhaps it wasn’t an illness, but perhaps someone had poisoned him?

Thinking of Duanmu Nan’s mysterious and unfathomable methods, his expertise with poisons...

Suddenly, Li Qingmu felt a chill run down his spine!

Nan Haitang noticed Li Qingmu unconsciously tightening his grip on the materials, very curious: "Mr. Li, you... what’s the matter?"

Li Qingmu gradually loosened his grip and said faintly: "Nothing."

This was still just a conjecture, without enough evidence, and most importantly, that person was his life-saving benefactor, Yue’er’s master!

He really didn’t want this matter to be related to him, and he didn’t seem like that kind of person. However, now all signs were pointing toward the worst outcome.

Li Qingmu took a deep breath and waved Nan Haitang away.

He needed to take a moment to clear his mind and think carefully.

But no matter how he analyzed, how he pondered, the evidence still pointed to Duanmu Nan!

Perhaps only by asking him personally would there be an answer.

But doing this...

The sky gradually darkened, and lamps were lit inside the house.

The flickering red candle reflected a thin figure; he leaned against the window frame, looking up at the bright moon.

"Yue’er... what should I do?"

If a person has no attachments, they can move forward boldly, but once they have them, it instead makes them hesitant.

For other matters, Li Qingmu was always decisive, but this time involving Duanmu Nan, he was truly troubled.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock-knock!"

There was a series of urgent knocks on the door outside, and Li Qingmu, already anxious, responded irritably: "What is it?"

"Mr. Li, good news, good news! I’ve just found out the origins of that altar, hey, it even ties into an old case, tsk-tsk, this family had such gall, daring to curse His Majesty the Emperor? Being raided was almost too light a punishment. Oh, Mr. Li, that..."

The voice gradually faded; outside the door, Wang Qi looked frustrated, thinking, I’ve been talking here, couldn’t you at least open the door?

However, inside the house, there was dead silence. If it weren’t for the candlelight, he would have thought the person inside was asleep.

But that couldn’t be; it was only Xu hour, not yet his bedtime.

"Mr. Li?"

Wang Qi called out softly, feeling uneasy.

The room remained silent.

"No one’s there?"

He muttered, preparing to turn and leave.

"Understood!"

A faint voice came from the room, tinged with weariness and hoarseness.

Wang Qi, who was astute, immediately said with an ingratiating smile: "Mr. Li must be overworked these days. In that case, you should rest well, leave these matters to me."

Inside the room, Li Qingmu was still gazing at the bright moon above; dark clouds were gathering, as if about to conceal the moon’s bright radiance.

He gripped the window frame with one hand, suddenly squeezing hard.

"Crack!"

The window frame was crushed, and blood seeped into his palm.

He abruptly turned and opened the door; Wang Qi hadn’t gone far. Hearing the commotion, he quickly turned around, "Mr. Li?"

"Investigate, get to the bottom of this matter!"