Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife

Chapter 671: Blame Yourself for Your Bad Luck!

"You’er, stay here and eat, don’t run around, understand?"

"Ah!"

You’er replied obediently, and Long Yue got up to ask about the situation.

"This gentleman, I’m from the countryside and don’t know the situation. You just mentioned the new emperor ascending the throne, what’s that about?" Long Yue said, showing a troubled expression, "To be honest, my elder brother got caught in it as well."

Long Yue was wearing a human skin mask. Although this face wasn’t as beautiful as her original one, it still had a fresh, appealing look.

The man was naturally friendly to somewhat attractive women and said, "Young lady, you look like you don’t go out often, so it’s natural you don’t know about outside affairs. Currently, His Majesty the Emperor is seriously ill and unable to handle the government’s affairs, so the Eldest Young Master is temporarily in charge.

However, a household can’t be without a master for a day, nor can a nation be without a ruler for a day. This situation certainly can’t last, so someone proposed that the Eldest Young Master should ascend the throne."

Ascend the throne? Is it really him?

Long Yue’s heart skipped a beat at the man’s words, unknowingly feeling anxious for Li Qingmu.

Is he finally getting what he wished for?

Only by holding the highest power in Daliang can he proceed with his plans step by step.

Long Yue was secretly amazed, but outwardly she appeared puzzled: "The Eldest Young Master... who is that? I’ve never heard of him, but isn’t the Emperor supposed to be someone from the Imperial Family?"

The man saw Long Yue’s naive and adorable look and chuckled, "Young lady, you are really uninformed. The Eldest Young Master is the eldest son of the Princess, with royal blood flowing in his veins. Furthermore, he’s versed in both literature and martial arts, and no one in the Imperial Family can compete with him!

Especially not too long ago, he served as Grand Marshal and conquered five counties in the Northern Border of Dazhou, a feat unprecedented! Therefore, putting Daliang in his hands would surely bring prosperity!"

Long Yue blinked and revealed a look of realization: "Is that famous Grand Marshal actually him?"

"Haha, yes! His ascension to the throne is the will of the people and well-deserved!"

The man seemed to be a fan of Li Qingmu; as he spoke, he made a fist salute toward the Imperial Palace.

Long Yue glanced around and noticed that many people were speaking of the Eldest Young Master with admiration in their expressions.

"It seems people here in Daliang particularly admire strength?"

Long Yue thanked the young gentleman and returned to her seat, murmuring to You’er.

You’er responded with an "Ah!" and continued to eat.

"However, it seems the Eldest Young Master has no intention of becoming Emperor and has been refusing. Lately, there’s been quite a disturbance in court, with countless ministers submitting petitions for him to ascend the throne! Some even kneel persistently outside the hall."

"The Eldest Young Master doesn’t agree, probably out of consideration for His Majesty the Emperor’s feelings, which is quite kind."

"But I’ve heard the Eldest Young Master enjoys killing people..."

"Hmph! Those girls were foolish enough to offend him; if it were me, I’d kill them too!"

Long Yue listened intently to the surrounding conversations and gradually understood.

Li Qingmu is currently only being proposed by the ministers to ascend the throne, but he has no intention of doing so yet.

Long Yue felt he was creating momentum. Once the public opinion reaches a certain level, the ascension will be justifiable.

This man has always been cunning, and Long Yue understands him too well.

"You’er, let’s go!"

There was no need to stay longer, as she had learned enough. Until she found a suitable identity, it was best to remain low-key.

While Li Qingmu hasn’t ascended the throne, Long Yue can take the opportunity to make some plans.

You’er looked longingly at the remaining food on the table before following Long Yue back to the carriage, loaded with goods, and they left.

"That lady’s place isn’t bad, quiet with few disturbances, suitable for us to settle temporarily, don’t you think, You’er?"

"Ah!"

"I lack helpers here as well. If that lady seems competent, she might be of some help in the future."

"Ah!"

"You’er, if only you could speak."

"Ah!"

"Ah..."

Long Yue looked melancholic.

The carriage slowly moved on and soon disappeared into the vast forest.

...

In the woods, a row of small wooden houses, the sound of looms working creaked from inside.

Yun Yan’s only source of income was from weaving here.

This was the skill her mother left her.

Her mother had made a living weaving at home in her early years, but when the family became too poor to even keep a pot going, she sold herself to a rich family as a maid, serving the master and madam.

Once, the master of that family got drunk and had his way with her mother, resulting in her conceiving Yun Yan after just one encounter.

The master was of high status, a Duke, and the madam came from a noble family, raised as a proper lady. Yun Yan’s existence was a mistake, so the Duke sent her mother and her to this remote woodland village.

Her mother understood her low status and didn’t harbor dreams of rising to nobility, simply living quietly here.

She taught Yun Yan some literacy and supported them by weaving cloth and clothing.

Yun Yan understood that even with the Duke’s blood flowing through her, she remained just an ordinary girl, only hoping to find a good family and live a simple, happy life.

"Creak, creak!"

The loom’s crisp and rhythmic sound, Yun Yan thought of that brother and sister duo earlier. They didn’t seem like ordinary people, with an indescribable air of nobility about them.

But Yun Yan didn’t think much of it; she figured they were a fallen pair from a wealthy family.

She was absorbed in her work when suddenly rapid footsteps sounded from outside.

Hmm, are they back?

Yun Yan pondered and got up to go out.

"Bang!"

However, before she reached the door, she saw the courtyard gate kicked open, and several fierce-looking men wielding long knives rushed in.

"Ah, who... who are you?"

Terror surged through her; Yun Yan cried out and retreated quickly, wanting to run!

But where could she escape? This place was already surrounded by these men!

"Who are you? What do you want? I don’t... I don’t have much Silver here, this is all the Silver I have, you..."

Yun Yan spoke and couldn’t continue because she saw their faces filled with vicious sneers.

"Miss, we’re just following orders, don’t hold a grudge against us, alright?"

A Big Beard man grinned and stepped forward.

Yun Yan kept retreating, trembling as she spoke, "Orders? I... I didn’t offend anyone, who are you following orders from?"

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, looking at them in terror, "You’re... sent by the Duke Mansion?"

"Hey, you’re not too stupid! Old Madam Wei wants to bring you back, but someone born of such low status as you has no right to enter the Duke Mansion gates. No choice, we have to send you to Hell, Miss, don’t blame us, blame your unfortunate fate, haha!"

After that, the man swung his long knife, slashing at her.

"Ah, help, help—"

Yun Yan screamed loudly, but could only watch helplessly as the blade gleaming coldly came down!

"Thud!"

Blood splattered!