Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 627: Bloody Strife!

"What did you say? All our people have been captured? Almost entirely eradicated? Bang!"

In the Beiliang Palace, Rong Si, upon hearing the report from the subordinates, flipped the desk suddenly and shouted angrily, frightening the palace maids and eunuchs who immediately knelt down.

The person reporting shivered but still managed to speak with trembling voice, "Yes... they’ve been captured. All of them, without exception!"

"Bang!" Rong Si slammed her hand on the table, shouting fiercely, "We have so many people, how could they be captured? They were all well-trained spies and had no awareness whatsoever, huh?"

"Princess, the Emperor of Dazhou insists on finding the murderer of the Princess Consort, initiating a city-wide manhunt, surrounding the Imperial City and searching door to door practically every two or three days.

At first, our people were very cautious and careful, fearing they would reveal any flaws. But after doing this repeatedly, they didn’t find anything substantial, other than uncovering a few murders, leading us to gradually lower our guard. Who would have thought..."

With that, the spy quickly bowed down deeply, "I have sinned, it is my negligence, please punish me, Princess!"

"Someone, drag him out and execute him by lingchi!"

Rong Si was truly furious, having laid these traps for years only to have them uprooted all at once, leaving her grinding her teeth.

Thus, she didn’t hesitate to have the head of the espionage activities responsible for Dazhou executed by lingchi.

When an emperor is angry, blood flows across a thousand miles; no one dares to intrude at such times. After venting her anger, Rong Si gradually calmed down.

Since all the people deployed had been removed, does that mean their plan should be abandoned?

No, it cannot be stopped!

Thus, they can only send more people.

"Princess, Mr. Yin has arrived."

"Humph, he still has the face to return?"

Rong Si wore a cold expression; if he weren’t Yin Li’s brother, she probably would have dealt with him as well.

"Let him roll in!"

Then, Mr. Yin truly rolled his way in.

Rong Si was assertive, and assertive people prefer gentle approaches. Seeing Mr. Yin’s sincere attitude of admitting wrongdoing, she suppressed her rage.

"Princess, our spy network in Dazhou was wiped out all at once, it is my fault. However..."

"However what?" Rong Si looked at him coldly; if he dared to shirk responsibility, she wouldn’t hesitate to be unforgiving!

"Your Highness, please pardon me for being presumptuous in what I say."

Rong Si’s expression resembled a frozen face, suppressing her urge to burst, she said, "Fine, speak!"

"There’s something odd about this. I didn’t send anyone to assassinate the Princess Consort Mu. All I did was cause discord between Mu Prince Mansion, Seventh Prince Mansion, and Duke Dingguo Mansion, and did nothing beyond that!"

Mr. Yin looked genuinely innocent, and heavily banged his head on the ground.

"Your Highness, people of Duke Dingguo Mansion and Seventh Prince Mansion didn’t possess the capability to assassinate the Princess Consort Mu, and yet they succeeded. This matter is truly suspicious!"

Aunt Yin stepped forward from the side and bowed deeply.

Rong Si squinted slightly; now that she was calmer, she also sensed something unusual about the situation.

People on our side would not stupidly leave evidence while acting, leading her to think that either a traitor emerged among her own or...

Her gaze grew colder, she pondered for a moment: "Everyone, leave!"

Aunt Yin and Mr. Yin withdrew, while Rong Si headed toward Li Qingmu’s palace.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In a splendid palace garden, a figure clad in white wielded a longsword with graceful agility.

His movements were smooth and flowing, his swordsmanship was exquisite, his brow carried a cold and sharp aura.

"Clang!"

"Boom!"

One slash, and a nearby large tree was severed cleanly at the waist!

"Well done, well done, well done!"

A round of applause sounded from behind, Li Qingmu turned and smiled politely at the elegant lady approaching, "Greetings, Mother!"

"Mu’er’s swordsmanship is becoming more exquisite, truly impressive."

"That’s because mother found me a remarkable mentor," Li Qingmu said with a gentle smile, then turned to the middle-aged man beside him, "Isn’t that right, Master?"

This middle-aged man wore a Yin Yang Tai Chi Eight Diagrams Taoist robe and had flowing long beard, looking every bit like an ethereal and noble figure, who else could he be but the State Preceptor You Su?

You Su stroked his beard, saying, "It is due to Eldest Young Master’s wisdom and innate talent in martial arts, otherwise, even ten State Preceptors would have been in vain!"

"The State Preceptor is too modest."

Rong Si nodded slightly, after paying respect to You Su, said, "I have something to discuss with Mu’er, State Preceptor, please feel free to do as you wish."

"Alright, I shall not interrupt the two of you then."

You Su paid his respects and departed.

"Mother?"

Li Qingmu stepped forward, but upon seeing Rong Si’s solemn expression, his heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong.

He displayed a gentle smile and asked, "Mother, do you have something to discuss with me?"

Rong Si approached, took out an embroidery to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said softly, "You child, you’re covered in sweat, but never know to wipe it yourself, you really don’t know how to take care of yourself."

This scene appeared affectionate, yet Li Qingmu’s heart was cold as ice.

Something happened, surely something happened; otherwise, Rong Si wouldn’t be like this!

"Thank you, Mother."

Li Qingmu’s mind raced, thinking about what might have happened, yet his expression remained unchanged, gentle with a smile.

"The Princess Consort Mu is dead."

Li Qingmu froze, finding it hard to breathe.

"Princess Consort Mu of Dazhou is dead. She and her child were shot and killed in the carriage, those arrows had secret medicine from Daliang on them, the Emperor Zhou suspects it was Daliang’s doing, and has initiated large-scale searches in Shengjing City, capturing many innocent merchants..."

Li Qingmu could no longer hear what Rong Si was saying after that.

At this moment, his mind roared with explosions, as if it was about to rupture.

Boundless darkness and agony engulfed his entire being, a darkness so consuming it felt akin to being swallowed by a prehistoric beast—a despair, a helplessness.

His fists were clenched tightly, with veins bulging.

Yet, he quickly loosened them.

If one suffers too intensely, they cease to feel pain, because their entire perception becomes numb amid such agony.

He offered a faint smile, "Mother, we are here in Daliang, why are you telling me about Dazhou? The life or death of this Princess Consort Mu... what does it have to do with us?"

While saying the second half of the sentence, Li Qingmu’s heart was writhing with pain, but soon this sense of pain vanished.

As if, that piercing pain was merely a fleeting illusion.

Rong Si observed the paradoxical smile on his face, accompanied by eyes so deep they defied scrutiny, and chuckled lightly, "Indeed, Mother was confused to have shared this with you. Alas, these matters should be discussed with the emperor, only he’s too young."

"Is that so? Then Mother may share these matters with me more often, I shall never tire."

"Haha, very well, in the future, regarding state affairs, I shall have you bear some of the burden. As it stands, Mother is indeed weary, let’s go back and rest first?"

"I respectfully bid Mother farewell."

Li Qingmu watched Rong Si leave, then turned around woodenly.

His eyes appeared somewhat vacant, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, generating a sense of reverence in others.

"I need to rest, do not disturb."

His voice was very chilly, utterly devoid of warmth.

The palace attendants hesitated for a moment, respectfully said, "Yes."

Lately, Rong Si had seldom posted anyone to monitor him; when tested, it was done personally by her, thus allowing Li Qingmu some measure of freedom.

He slowly entered the bedroom, shut the door casually.

As soon as the door closed, "puff—", a mouthful of heart’s blood, unable to suppress it, sprayed forth uncontrollably!