Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 569: It Will Only Get More Dangerous!
Returning to the Li Mansion, Li Qingmu held the edict, feeling quite intoxicated.
"The Emperor is worried you’ll wear yourself out."
For the first time, Long Yue felt that Qi Yun’s edict had come at just the right time. This man couldn’t sit still, always rushing around.
Whether it was under orders or voluntarily, he simply couldn’t stop for even a moment.
With all this hustle and bustle, how could his health possibly improve?
"Sir and Madam have returned!"
As soon as they entered the Li Mansion, the servants came out to greet them, bringing out all sorts of food and supplies.
Long Yue and Li Qingmu had a little late-night snack, bathed, changed clothes, and entered the house.
The furnishings inside were exactly the same as before; the servants only came in to clean, but they never dared to move anything at all.
Li Qingmu lowered his gaze, looking at the person beside him, deep affection in his eyes, as he leaned down to kiss her smooth forehead.
In recent days, it was either rushing around or busying, every day was exhausting. Rarely did they have such peaceful time as today, and Li Qingmu’s heart stirred, wanting to be affectionate.
Though it was winter, the fire quickly ignited, red curtains and aroma filling the air; all was unspoken...
The next morning, as Long Yue awoke, she found Li Qingmu already up, writing at the desk nearby, but she couldn’t tell what he was writing?
Curious, she got up, but nearby Xiao Rui’er began to cry loudly, forcing her to tend to the little brat.
"Hey, don’t cry, don’t cry, if you keep crying, you’ll upset your mother, be good, be good!"
Soothing a child is a skill, a test of patience. It took a whole incense stick’s time before Xiao Rui’er was comforted and drifted back to sleep chewing on his fingers.
"This kid always loves to bite his fingers, it’s bad. If he forms a habit, how can that be? Furthermore, fingers are dirty. This child..."
"Remember Aunt Yun once said, ’a little dirt won’t make you sick’, not sure if that’s reliable, oh well, take him out."
Li Qingmu set down his pen with a faint smile.
"Once taken out, he cries again, such a hassle!"
Long Yue looked perturbed; life got tumultuous with a child. Since birth, he had been causing them trouble. They thought a few months would be fun, but fun came with chaos.
Moreover, the child seemed to have endless energy, always crying despite all the fuss, unaffected by sleepless nights, while they were a bit physically and mentally exhausted.
Li Qingmu came over, picked up Xiao Rui’er from the cradle, looked at the boy’s clear brows, and in his eyes was unfathomable love instead of disdain.
This was his son!
And his firstborn, surely he and Yue’er would have many adorable babies in the future.
Indeed, when a man becomes a father, many thoughts change.
Initially, Li Qingmu felt that having a child would make his wife neglect him, diverting most of her energy to the child.
Later, it was so; each time he wanted intimacy with Long Yue, the child would emerge to cause trouble, truly frustrating.
But gradually, as he got along with the child, the bond deepened, moving from initial dislike to gradually liking the child.
"Wah wah wah..."
Holding the child, Li Qingmu awakened him, leading to another bout of crying, needing good coaxing.
Yet this child seemed not to give his father face, crying persistently.
"No crying allowed, cry again and I’ll spank your little bottom!"
Li Qingmu feigned a menacing look, but Xiao Rui’er pouted, "Wah—"
The crying grew even louder!
"Oh dear, you really don’t know how to take care of children, look at how you’ve bullied him, crying like this?"
Long Yue snatched Rui’er from Li Qingmu’s arms, soothing him while blaming him.
Li Qingmu felt even more frustrated, this little thing and he shared a bad fate!
"By the way, what were you writing over there earlier?"
Long Yue finally remembered seeing him writing at the desk earlier, unsure what he was writing?
This man was different from those who indulged in poetry all day. He had little interest in composing poems because he often said, what use are poems?
Can poetry govern and stabilize the nation? Can poetry help the people solve their hardships?
Poetry, in the end, is merely for wealthy, high-status people or idle officials gathering, chasing shadows.
He valued knowledge that could help people live, solve life’s difficulties, not those boastful things.
So Li Qingmu was always practical.
Li Qingmu said, "Nothing much, the Emperor told me to stay home, I can’t do nothing, I’d get moldy. So I wrote some suggestions to give to the court later."
"Suggestions?"
Long Yue paused then approached to take a look.
They were quite good suggestions, with measures for prevention, all looking very sound.
"Over in Kaiyang County, tomb miasma poison now envelops the area, many have been poisoned, we urgently need to send various relief supplies such as food, medicine, and lots of bedding, fabric, essential daily items. After all, it’s cold, and those with destroyed homes are homeless and risk starving and freezing to death."
"Indeed! All these should be considered. As the saying goes, cold and hunger together are fatal. Cold worsens hunger; hunger exacerbates cold, a vicious cycle. When winter arrives, if these issues aren’t addressed properly, many will die!"
Li Qingmu gently brushed another sheet of paper, pressed a paperweight, and began writing:
"Da Rong’s army is eyeing the border, but as the harsh winter approaches, snow is deep, hence they’ve not moved. But once spring arrives, I assure you, Da Rong will attack!
So, if this disaster isn’t properly managed, it will be a huge blow to Dazhou, even leading to loss of public confidence. When Da Rong strikes, we won’t have the strength to fight!
Ha, what a good calculation, truly a good plan! Pang Wenzheng was right, ’Do you think it ends here?’ No, everything is just beginning! Ahead, things will only worsen, grow more perilous!"
Long Yue knew Li Qingmu was spot on, but she was more worried about his health.
"Have someone send these to Mr. Cui later."
"Hmm!"
"By the way, didn’t I previously plant a lot of medicinal herbs?"
Long Yue had died of an epidemic in her past life, calculating it was around these years. She thought then it was an epidemic, but now saw it was tomb miasma poison!
Back then, she saw people dying in masses only because there weren’t enough medicines for treatment.
So, since her rebirth, Long Yue insisted on growing and stockpiling medicinal herbs. Now, the General Mansion’s warehouses, and the shops under its name, are piled with herbs like mountains, ready for use.
That is foresight!
