Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 609: Thinking of Ways to Save Them!

Zhang Liulang?

Li Qingmu’s pupils contracted; he had seen this name before on the Yulong Pavilion roster. Needless to say, he was someone from the Yulong Pavilion!

Then, the person beside him should be Yang Shiqi.

The two of them had great synergy and liked to act together.

Sometimes, they didn’t even need to speak; just a look was enough to understand what the other was thinking.

Li Qingmu sat on a chair that had been wiped spotlessly clean, propping his head with one hand, while stroking his chin with the other, squinting thoughtfully.

He was thinking of a plan; these two needed to be saved, but how could he do it without raising suspicions and without alerting his mother?

Li Qingmu sank into contemplation.

"Pa!"

A dull thud reached his ears, and Li Qingmu swiftly raised his head, noticing a flash of pain on Zhang Liulang’s youthful face.

On his body were intertwined scars, deep enough to see the bone.

A flicker of unease flashed in Li Qingmu’s eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly. He slowly stood up, clapping his hands softly.

"Pa! Pa! Good, good!" He displayed a relaxed smile as he slowly walked up to Zhang Liulang. "A hard nut to crack, not even a whimper despite such deep wounds. Hey, I say, haven’t you guys eaten enough? How come your beatings are so weak?"

Li Qingmu scolded dissatisfiedly; the prison guard responsible for the flogging was actually doing his utmost; after all, there was an Eldest Prince and a Commander present—he wouldn’t dare slack off.

But he couldn’t refute Li Qingmu, so he said, "Mr. Zhang is right, I’ll try harder!"

With that, he continued to whip vigorously.

"Pa, pa..."

The sound of the whip striking flesh echoed incessantly. Li Qingmu simply crossed his arms, watching with interest, as if he were admiring the sight of flesh being torn, reveling in the pleasure of such torment.

This expression, seen by Zhang Liulang, chilled his heart.

This was definitely Prince Mu. But he remembered nothing, and had even become so cruel and bloodthirsty!

The most despairing thing was that he seemed ready to try, eager for a fresh experience.

The once gentle and affable Prince Mu—how could he become like this?

Despair reflected in Zhang Liulang’s eyes as he tried to bite his tongue to end his own life.

Though Li Qingmu seemed to be savoring their miserable state, in truth, he was constantly watching their emotional reactions. Seeing that Zhang Liulang was contemplating suicide, he rushed forward and grabbed his throat.

"Pa!"

The prison guard, caught off guard, accidentally lashed Li Qingmu with his whip.

Instantly, blood spattered!

Li Qingmu grunted, almost blinded by pain; this searing agony embedded itself in his bones. Such punishment was actually mild; one could only imagine what awaited Zhang Liulang and the others next!

The Commander beside him, also startled by this unexpected turn, quickly rushed forward, kicking the prison guard.

"Idiot, can’t you see!"

"Please, Eldest Young Master, have mercy, spare me..."

Li Qingmu slowly turned around, enduring the burning pain, staring at the prison guard: "Take him out and give him thirty lashes!"

"The Eldest Young Master is merciful!"

The Commander quickly praised him, then waved his hand, and immediately someone came over, stuffing cloth into the two people’s mouths.

"It’s my oversight, nearly causing a major blunder. Please punish me, Eldest Young Master!"

Li Qingmu coldly regarded him: "Interrogating spies from an enemy nation, and you haven’t even taken measures to prevent them from committing suicide? It shows how foolish you are!

Fortunately, these two are not major criminals. If it were someone important, with your methods, humph, what intelligence could be extracted?"

"The Eldest Young Master is right; we will improve immediately!"

Li Qingmu released his grip, casting a cold glance at the Commander.

"Eldest Young Master, you’re injured; allow me to escort you to a doctor."

"Just a minor wound... Never mind, it’s late. We’ll continue the interrogation tomorrow."

"Yes!"

As Li Qingmu turned, he gave Zhang Liulang a brief look.

With just that glance, Zhang Liulang’s pupils contracted sharply!

Li Qingmu had once worked with the people of Yulong Pavilion; often, just a look communicated everything!

That look just now clearly said: Rest assured! He would certainly find a way to rescue them!

Zhang Liulang understood; all of what had happened before was just an act by Prince Mu, with the real intention of rescuing them!

They instinctively trusted this Prince Mu, so even though their bodies were in pain, their hearts were warm.

Even if they were to die at this moment, it would be willingly!

Now it’s up to Prince Mu to figure out how to save them, but this would surely be a perilous chess move.

...

Back in his chamber, Li Qingmu immediately summoned an Imperial Physician to check the wound on his back.

It was not a serious issue, just a surface wound, but extremely painful.

Rong Si, upon learning of the situation, immediately came to visit.

She already knew what had transpired and looked at Li Qingmu, her eyes growing more gentle.

"My son, worthy of being Daliang’s Eldest Prince, with such insight and capability, truly exceptional!"

Li Qingmu smiled lightly, "Mother jests. I’m just doing my duty. As for sensing his suicide attempt, it was merely a stroke of luck."

"My son, ever humble!"

"Mother, yet it seems I’ve discovered something. And it may be beneficial to us."

"Oh? Tell me!" Rong Si was very intrigued; her son was extraordinary from the start. Now, freed from that woman’s influence, his ambition to dominate grew even stronger.

"Mother, in their desperation, people seek to end their own pain through death, a cowardly act! That person trying to end his life to escape suffering shows a lack of resolve."

"Indeed, you’re right!"

"So I was thinking, could we... recruit them? Or perhaps, coerce them, then have them pledge loyalty to us?"

Rong Si was taken aback, looking at him, "Mu’er, why would you think of such a thing?"

"Mother, didn’t you say before that Dazhou and our Daliang have always been at odds, with border skirmishes happening frequently, and that war could break out at any moment!?

Therefore, I believe, if our nations were to go to war, these spies used by us could deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at a critical moment!"

Rong Si looked at this son in disbelief—indeed worthy of being her good son, his thinking aligned with hers, yet...

"Mu’er, Dazhou has an intelligence organization called Yulong Pavilion, directly under the Emperor. The spies within are not simple characters; recruiting them to our side could prove very difficult."

Rong Si said calmly; however, from her expression, she didn’t seem particularly worried.

Li Qingmu’s gaze shifted, smiling lightly: "Mother, I do have a few methods; why not let me give it a try?"