Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 60: Tracking the Whereabouts

"Yue’er, I don’t blame you..."

His voice was gentle, like a feather lightly tickling her heart, causing Long Yue to look up with tearful eyes, bewildered.

The man had already come before her, squatting down, though he still looked down at her due to his height.

With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, he extended his movable left hand to caress her head: "Yue’er, don’t cry, I don’t blame you, really! Please stop crying, alright? Otherwise, I’ll feel very guilty for being so useless, making you..."

"Husband... wuwuwu..."

He wanted to say some comforting words, but unfortunately, Long Yue pounced on him and kissed him.

"Ahem!"

Qi Jingyu, watching them flaunt their love all day long, felt quite frustrated, thinking these two were too unreliable. He was still an innocent young lad, and they were like that in front of him. Had they ever considered his feelings?

It’s too much!

He coughed heavily to remind them to be mindful, but the two, deep in affection, ignored him completely.

Qi Jingyu grew even more frustrated.

He turned to leave, the guards outside bowed in greeting, and at that moment, a man in black appeared behind him, handing him a letter.

"Young Prince, this is the information we’ve gathered, it’s all inside!"

"Hmm, you may leave now!"

Qi Jingyu shook the letter, unfolded it, and after taking a glance, his brow gradually furrowed: "Minister Pang’s eldest daughter? The one with the bad reputation before..."

He stopped mid-sentence, glanced awkwardly at the pair embracing in the room, and shook his head: "She doesn’t seem like the flirtatious type. The previous rumors must have been mistaken. But really, what does it have to do with me?"

He yawned and stretched comfortably, then went back inside.

Inside the room, Long Yue leaned gently against Li Qingmu’s side, silently listening to him recount his past experiences, her heart twisting along with it.

She hadn’t imagined he had gone through such dangerous things, that Qian Yi was truly despicable!

"At that time, why did you choose such a difficult path? Did you know that jumping off the cliff—if there wasn’t a pool of water below, you would’ve been smashed to pieces!"

Even if there was a pool, falling from such a height would still cost half a life!

"I tried to use a dagger to pierce the cliff to slow the fall, but it failed later..."

"Fool!" Long Yue, angry and upset, really wanted to hit him, "Falling from such a place with just a dagger? What were you thinking?"

It’s simply impossible, isn’t it?

Li Qingmu lowered his head slightly, somewhat bitterly: "At that time I had no way out, only the cliff... This path was dangerous, but at least there was... a sliver of hope, right?"

Long Yue said nothing.

Li Qingmu continued: "You’re right, falling from that place with just a dagger couldn’t possibly slow the fall so easily, but I still did it. Isn’t the key whether it was effective?"

Long Yue wanted to say he wasn’t badly injured either, but now seeing him standing here, well enough to talk with her, she felt quite content.

...

The weather grew colder, and amidst a stiffening north wind, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, gradually covering the ground with a thick, solid layer of snow.

"Let me help, Mistress!"

In the morning, as Long Yue opened the door, she saw Lady Yun Jin clearing the snow in front of the house, and she obediently went up to help. Yun Jin, seeing her earnest demeanor, smiled and said: "Take it slow, don’t hurt your hand."

"Okay, Mistress, I’ll be careful!"

Long Yue replied, reaching the broom forward, only to see a pair of fuzzy golden-trimmed boots.

She looked up, a smile in her eyes: "Young Prince, you’ve arrived?"

Qi Jingyu’s lips twitched, looking sullen yet a bit curious: "How did you know my identity?"

"The Young Prince already knows our backgrounds, and we’ve been here for almost three months now. If we still didn’t know who you were, we’d be pretty dull."

"Hmph!"

Qi Jingyu snorted, walking forward with his hands behind his back, passing Long Yue by a few steps, then turning back.

"How did you guys find out?"

The little brat finally couldn’t hold back his curiosity, huh!

Long Yue smirked mischievously, her big dark eyes twinkling: "You just admitted it yourself!"

Qi Jingyu, "..."

"Pfft!"

Li Qingmu, appearing at the door at some point, saw his dear wife teasing the Young Prince and couldn’t help laughing. This laugh only made Qi Jingyu more dejected: "You two scoundrels, despite my efforts to take care of you over these days, you actually..."

He stamped his foot in anger, his little face turning red. Knowing he shouldn’t tease him anymore, Li Qingmu earnestly said: "Actually, the Young Prince’s identity is quite easy to distinguish. First, your attire, like the boots you’re wearing today made with golden silk and silver thread, only nobles can use that. Second, among the Imperial Family in Ling’an City, only Prince Lingjiang remains, and he only has one legitimate son aged just eleven..."

Li Qingmu finished speaking and glanced at Qi Jingyu, who was visibly unsettled, his face full of dilemma. "So you knew from the start?"

Li Qingmu smiled but said nothing.

"You two... why are you so bad?"

"Young Prince, what did we do to you?"

Long Yue felt wronged, they really didn’t do anything to him, so how did it become associated with "bad"?

"Hmph, since you knew my identity long ago, why didn’t you say so and let me think..."

"Get all smug thinking they didn’t know, only to find out they knew all along, hitting you right in the face?"

A crisp voice came from the other side, Duanmu Nan holding a scroll in his left hand, his right hand behind his back, striding over beside Qi Jingyu, reaching out to pat his little head: "The clever gets outsmarted, you need to restrain yourself more."

"I’ve always been restrained..."

Qi Jingyu tilted his head, face full of stubbornness, but his eyes dodged, clearly lacking confidence.

Long Yue and Li Qingmu found the little boy quite amusing, exchanged a glance with each other, and nodded.

Long Yue stood up and went over, bowing to Qi Jingyu: "Young Prince, to be honest, there is something my husband and I would like to ask for your help with."

Qi Jingyu, initially feeling dejected, brightened up at the mention of needing his help, raising his chin like a triumphant rooster: "Want my help? Let me say first, I won’t do anything unscrupulous!"

"Young Prince, no need to worry. We only want your help in tracking someone’s whereabouts."

"Who?"

"Qian Yi!"