Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 608: Yulong Pavilion Spies, Zhang Liulang!
Let it be that the enemies are spies, Li Qingmu is now thinking of ways to please his mother and then slowly seize some power, though logically, he doesn’t need to concern himself with these matters.
But for some reason, he felt something was off in his heart.
This feeling was very direct, simply put, he had to be involved!
It was a kind of sixth sense, like how many people instinctively perceive danger, though some take it seriously, while others do not.
Relatively speaking, Li Qingmu was just a bit more sensitive.
Rong Si lazily got up and said indifferently, "Spies? Spies from where?"
"I don’t know, but it feels like they’re from Dazhou because Da Rong people don’t have this look."
As soon as these words were spoken, Li Qingmu at the back suddenly had his pupils contract sharply!
But it was only for a moment, and he relaxed immediately.
There were eyes of Rong Si everywhere here; he couldn’t afford to act too suspiciously, or he’d be courting death.
Moreover, the main thing was that he didn’t know if this was Rong Si’s test; only by seeing the two spies would he know if they were from Dazhou.
Soon, the two spies were escorted in and pressed to kneel on the ground.
These two were dressed in night attire, their faces covered. After entering, their veils were lifted, revealing two young faces, and Li Qingmu was stunned at just one glance.
These two people seemed familiar; they were from the Yulong Pavilion!
Li Qingmu had seen Yama, Luosha, and Nan Haitang from the Yulong Pavilion. They were all very respectful to him, and combined with previous rebellions, Li Qingmu had interacted quite a bit with the spies of Yulong Pavilion, quite familiar with some faces.
As Li Qingmu recognized them, the two also saw him, immediately becoming overwhelmingly shocked, so much so that one of them even had his lips tremble slightly.
However, due to the special mental training of spies, he just had his lips twitch slightly and quickly looked away.
Rong Si looked down at the two, smiling faintly, "Mu’er, take a look, they do indeed seem very similar to us; they should be from Dazhou over there!"
"They could also be two little thieves. Mother should interrogate them properly!"
Mother?
The two Yulong Pavilion spies shivered again unexpectedly.
To know, who is this Li Qingmu? The Seventeenth Prince of the Emperor, Prince Mu of Dazhou, and now, he calls Princess Liang of the Liang Country as mother?
Is she a sworn mother or a real mother? If it’s the latter, could it be that he is...?
These two, after all, were just ordinary spies, not comparable in status to Nan Haitang and others; naturally, they didn’t know Rong Si was the former Princess Consort Yun.
Therefore, upon guessing this possibility, a wave of fear swept over them, leaving them momentarily stunned, unsure what to do?
Rong Si nodded with satisfaction, looking at her son, who was indifferent to the people of Dazhou, indicating he had truly forgotten them completely.
"Very well, my son is right; they need to be interrogated. Come, take them away and torture them severely!"
With Rong Si’s command, guards immediately rushed in to escort the two away, but Li Qingmu suddenly said, "Wait!"
Rong Si’s gaze turned, looking at him with a seemingly fake smile, "Does my son have anything more to say?"
"Mother, didn’t I say earlier that I’m extremely bored and want to find something to do? After all, being paid by the Emperor means serving the Emperor, right? Can I help ease my mother’s worries and follow these commanders to interrogate those two?"
"Oh, you want to personally interrogate them?"
Rong Si squinted her eyes slightly.
Li Qingmu smiled and said, "I am still very inexperienced myself, afraid I wouldn’t find out anything if I interrogated them myself; but I can learn it by the commanders’ sides.
Mother, didn’t you say before that I’m particularly interested in martial arts? Actually, I think interrogation is also a fascinating thing!"
"Oh? How is it fascinating?"
Rong Si’s face was full of smiles, asking with interest.
Li Qingmu said, "Didn’t I ask for some books before? Among them was the ’Ministry of Justice’s One Hundred and Eight Tortures’, I just casually glanced at it, and was amazed. Now I really want to try it on some people, mother, can my wish be granted?"
Rong Si paused, probably didn’t expect her son to change so thoroughly. However, she recalled his battle years ago in Xinan, setting fire to a mountain and killing a hundred thousand enemy soldiers, and knew he was ruthless.
Her previous words weren’t wrong; Li Qingmu himself wasn’t a good-hearted person, and even ruthless, just lost ambitions by the tenderness of women.
Now, away from that woman, the violent elements in his heart began to surface; in the long run, he’d surely become a formidable figure!
Rong Si was greatly relieved, happily ignoring many details, naturally, perhaps Li Qingmu was currently acting too well, and really didn’t have much leverage to be caught.
So Rong Si believed him, nodding, "Alright, you follow the commanders and take a good look at the situation in the dungeons. Men shouldn’t be sheltered indoors, but should go out to face the wind and rain and the sun."
Li Qingmu bowed, "I thank mother for her cultivation. Commanders, after you please!"
"The Eldest Young Master need not be so courteous, please!"
The two spies looked at Li Qingmu and these people exchanging pleasantries, their eyes flickering, feeling uneasy.
Right now, they had so many mysteries they wanted to unravel but knew no one would pay attention to them. Next was the days in the dark purgatory of the dungeon.
A moment later, they were taken to the dungeon, and Li Qingmu followed them in.
The dungeon was full of heavy, moldy moisture, Li Qingmu sniffed it and started coughing directly.
Damn, seems like that old illness of mine is starting to act up again!
Li Qingmu thought that before making plans, he should first borrow the power in Daliang to recover his health.
"Eldest Young Master, it’s filthy here, shall we..."
One soldier, trying to make a good impression, quickly offered assistance.
Li Qingmu only said indifferently, "It’s just rotten air, I’m just not used to it yet, it’s nothing! If I can’t endure this little hardship, how can I help His Majesty the Emperor conquer lands and expand territories in the future?"
Of course, he couldn’t mention the Princess; after all, the Emperor is still around!
But these words would soon reach Rong Si, and she ought to be very pleased.
Li Qingmu’s gaze flickered slightly, pondering.
Given the image this "good mother" set for him as someone who admired martial arts and liked combat, perhaps this could be a breach to break free and return to Dazhou!
"Snap!"
The sound of a long whip suddenly rang, and a commander coldly shouted, "Speak, what are your names, from where did you come?"
"Cough, my name is Zhang Liulang. As for where I come from, huh, do you deserve to know?"
