Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife

Chapter 641: Power Struggle, A Heart Undying

When these words fell, not only were the palace maid eunuchs stunned, but even Princess Nianxi was shocked. She looked at the handsome man in front of her, resembling a celestial being, in disbelief, wondering if she had heard incorrectly?

Li Qingmu, he would actually say such things?

I remember that he wasn’t like this before!

Could it be that going berserk truly changes a person at their core?

"Eldest Young Master, this might be inappropriate..."

"Eldest Young Master, please reconsider!"

"Eldest Young Master..."

As soon as Li Qingmu spoke these words, the guards who had entered knelt down in unison, pleading for him to retract his order. Some even hurriedly left to report to Princess Rong Si.

At that moment, Li Qingmu’s face darkened completely.

Indeed, they didn’t treat him as their master. For other masters, it would take just a glance to have someone interpret their intentions and accomplish such tasks, let alone issuing such orders.

But for him? After saying it, the result was suggestions of inappropriateness and reconsideration?

Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk, staring at the servants on the ground, he said coldly, "What, can’t I command you?"

"I dare not!"

The guard leader quickly knelt and replied.

Li Qingmu sneered repeatedly: "Dare not? I see you’re very daring! The Eldest Young Master ordered you to kill them, yet none of you are willing to act? Fine, fine, very well! Since you all refuse to act, I’ll do it myself!"

Having said that, Li Qingmu directly walked towards the palace maids.

"Spare us, Eldest Young Master!"

"We beg for mercy, Eldest Young Master..."

"The Princess has arrived—"

Just as Li Qingmu was about to strike the palace maids, a eunuch’s loud voice announced the arrival of Princess Rong Si, who rushed in.

"Mu’er, what’s going on here?"

After coming over, Rong Si reached out and held onto Li Qingmu’s hand. It seemed like a concerned inquiry, but it effectively controlled his movements entirely.

Li Qingmu’s eyes flickered with ice, but outwardly he tried not to show too much anger, and said willfully, "Mother, these people have never respected me, they even dare to defy my orders! What’s the point of being the Eldest Young Master?"

Rong Si looked at her son’s angry expression, especially as he puffed out his cheeks when upset, making him look particularly adorable.

Filled with maternal love, Rong Si gently patted his hand: "My good child, what are you saying? Who doesn’t respect you? They refused your request for your sake."

Li Qingmu snorted quietly, turning his face away, "Mother, I don’t understand what you mean!"

Rong Si smiled: "Killing one or two people as you please is fine, but murdering so many at once and letting it spread will destroy your reputation. How can you bear the label of bloodthirsty cruelty and be cursed by everyone?"

Oh, this sounds plausible?

But Li Qingmu merely snorted coldly, "I don’t care, Mother. You once said, kill one to be a thief, kill ten to be a bandit, kill a thousand to be a lord, kill ten thousand to be a hero, and I don’t want to be a bandit, I want to be a heroic ruler!"

The righteousness in his words left Rong Si speechless.

She stared blankly at her obedient son, and inexplicably felt a burning sensation in her blood at these words!

This was her son, truly her son!

"Mu’er, hearing such words from you makes me incredibly proud! With your aspiration, from today anyone who defies the Eldest Young Master is defying me and shall be severely punished!"

"I obey!"

"I, obey!"

"..."

The palace attendants and guards knelt and bowed, and thus Li Qingmu gained his deserved authority nominally!

"Mother, can I now deal with them?"

Li Qingmu switched to a more intimate address, sounding just like the interaction between commoners and their mothers, causing Rong Si to feel delighted.

She glanced at the palace attendants, none of whom were very significant confidants. If their lives could make Li Qingmu more devoted, it would be worthwhile.

Rong Si pondered, "Go ahead, my son!"

"People, these violated palace rules, disregarding their master, drag them out and flog them to death!"

Following Li Qingmu’s order, the palace maid eunuchs all kowtowed, begging for mercy, but it was futile as Li Qingmu was determined to set an example. Their struggle was destined to be in vain.

Soon after, cries of agony echoed nearby, and shortly after, the cries faded away.

At midnight, Li Qingmu leaned against the window frame, gazing at the moon above.

The moon seemed rounder than before.

Yue’er, is that you? Are you watching me?

Li Qingmu’s eyes glowed faintly, a vague sense of melancholy and grief spreading in his heart.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Your Highness, finally securing a place in the Daliang Palace!"

In the darkness, a shadow suddenly appeared in Li Qingmu’s palace room.

It was Zhang Liulang. During the earlier chaos, he took advantage of it to slip inside and hid, waiting for nightfall when surveillance lessened to make his appearance.

Li Qingmu slowly turned and sneered, his smile carrying deep mockery: "Congratulations? For what? It’s been four months at Daliang Palace, and only now have I achieved this, showing how utterly useless I am!"

Zhang Liulang quickly raised his head and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, why say this? In Daliang Imperial Palace, having no foundation yet achieving this, is quite good. Others might remain puppets their entire lives!"

"Others are others, I am myself; never compare!"

Li Qingmu said coldly, pausing, then asked, "Why are you here today?"

They usually couldn’t meet casually unless for important matters.

"Your Highness, both Dazhou and Daliang are gathering troops at the border, likely to go to war come autumn!"

"I know! Get to the point!"

"Your Highness, what I must report is Princess Consort’s death! You may have received the grievous news, but we find this matter suspicious."

Li Qingmu’s pupils contracted, a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes, but also an indescribable emotion. He said, "Continue!"

"Princess Consort faced two assassination attempts before her death, but both failed! The first she evaded thanks to her wit, while the second was nearly fatal due to numerous assailants, but Mr. Duanmu saved her!"

Li Qingmu’s eyes flickered, "Mr. Duanmu foresaw danger. If he knew someone wished Yue’er harm, he’d constantly protect her, Yue’er couldn’t..."

Saying this, Li Qingmu suddenly froze, for an instant, it seemed as though he had captured a subtle and unusual clue!

Perhaps Yue’er’s death truly held more mystery?

Thinking of this, Li Qingmu’s once barren heart began to warm slightly.