Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 591: You Should Have a Way to Solve This!

Chapter 591: Chapter 591: You Should Have a Way to Solve This!

Qi Yun looked indifferently at the ministers kneeling below, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He said woodenly, "Come, prepare a decree! Posthumously honor Li Qingmu as Prince Mu, bury him in the Imperial Mausoleum, and grant him the rites of a Crown Prince!"

The courtiers were suddenly stunned. Was this to bury him with the rites of a Crown Prince?

This clearly showed that this Emperor truly liked this son and was also... in great pain!

After the ministers dispersed, Qi Yun looked at the empty court, his gaze wandering around as he searched for that spot, the place where the little one loved to stand the most.

Leaning against the big pillar, he could even take a nap there.

That was a mischievous child, but now he is gone...

He has left, and there will be no one to play chess with him, no one to amuse or anger him, no one to share his concerns and offer strategies...

"Mu’er..."

Qi Yun murmured, each time he uttered this name, his heart twisted in pain. He reached out to cover his forehead, forcibly holding back his tears.

But emotions come from the heart, and can they truly be repressed just by saying so?

Tears silently flowed down.

Men do not shed tears lightly, only because their hearts are not yet broken!

He truly liked this child, yet he left so early.

"Your Majesty, please console yourself!"

Chen Zhong looked on anxiously, only able to offer comfort.

Qi Yun waved his hand, "You may leave, I wish to be alone for a while!"

"This... in that case, this old servant shall retreat."

Qi Yun raised his head to gaze at the resplendent dome above, murmuring, "Little one, are you... are you really not here anymore?"

...

Along the border between Dazhou and Daliang, a convoy was moving swiftly.

This was a freight convoy, consisting of over twenty people and five horse-drawn carriages. These people were spirited and obviously skilled in martial arts, not to be trifled with.

The leader of the convoy was a person wearing a conical hat and a veil, completely shrouded in a black robe, making it impossible to discern their gender.

At this moment, another group was approaching along the border. In the middle of the group was a carriage adorned simply but exuding a noble aura.

The two groups were about to meet when someone beside the carriage made a gesture, and the convoy immediately stopped.

The person in the black robe stepped out from the convoy and bowed, "Greetings, Princess. We have safely brought him back!"

Shockingly, the voice that spoke was a woman’s. If Li Qingmu were here, he would surely recognize it as the woman who forcibly administered medicine to him that day!

"Good! Well done!"

From the carriage came a clear voice, and then the curtain of the carriage was slowly drawn open. A dignified and elegant lady, wearing a mask, was helped by a maid as she alighted the carriage.

"Princess, the person is in the carriage at the back."

The woman in the black robe said respectfully.

Rong Si nodded slowly, giving her an approving glance, "You did well to bring him out from the heavily guarded side of Dazhou. Truly impressive!"

The woman said, "It is all thanks to Your Highness’s clever strategy, using the false death to deceive them! Those people all thought the young master was dead, so why would they check our convoy? Speaking of which, it is because of Your Highness’s good fortune that even heaven wants to help you!"

"Hmm, I have already heard of that foolish act by the deposed Crown Prince. It was such a surprise; we were just thinking of taking action when he practically delivered the opportunity to us. Such understanding, hahaha..."

Rong Si laughed heartily and turned back, "There’s no time to waste, let’s go!"

They were still at the border where unexpected events could occur at any moment, so it was best to leave quickly.

Indeed, they had not gone far when a border patrol guard appeared, frowning slightly at the convoy that had entered Daliang territory: "Smuggling convoys have become increasingly rampant lately, we must report this to the court and handle it well!"

"It might be difficult; over the past few years, smuggling convoys have developed their own ways and experiences, even familiar with our routes, suggesting that someone among us has colluded with them..."

"Alas, when the water is too clear there will be no fish. We just have to fulfill our duties!"

These few exchanged sighs and then shook their heads as they walked away.

"Princess, please have some water!"

Inside the carriage, Rong Si was leisurely trimming her nails. The carriage was moving smoothly, with hardly any jolt even on slightly rocky roads, keeping Rong Si comfortable.

She accepted a cup of tea handed to her by someone nearby and took a light sip.

"Aunt Yin, is he doing well now?"

Rong Si glanced at the woman in the black robe beside her, who had also boarded the carriage, reporting everything about the journey.

Aunt Yin promptly said, "Rest assured, Your Highness, he is in perfect condition. Once we reach the small town, you can meet the young master!"

"Good, well done, Aunt Yin. You will be handsomely rewarded later."

"This servant dares not ask for a reward; everything done for Your Highness is just my duty!"

"There are rewards for merit, and penalties for mistakes. I have always been clear in dispensing both!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

In this manner, the convoy quickly left the border and arrived by evening at a small frontier town, not heavily populated but with pleasant scenery.

They appeared to be traders, and with someone fluent in the language of this border region, they immediately lodged at an inn.

Rong Si was quite particular and, after settling in, took a fine fragrant bath and changed into exquisite clothes before going to Li Qingmu’s room.

He still lay quietly on the bed, seemingly just asleep, with his appearance unchanged.

Rong Si stepped forward, gently stroking Li Qingmu’s cheek, and spoke softly, "My child, mother can finally take you home!"

"Princess, should we wake him here?"

A shadow suddenly appeared behind Rong Si, a hoarse voice asking.

Rong Si gazed intently at Li Qingmu’s beautiful face, smiling dreamily, "No need, let him sleep well. We will wake him when we arrive at Daliang Palace."

After a pause, Rong Si continued, "You told me before that there would be no discomfort, right? Just like having had a long sleep?"

The shadow was silent for a moment, then said, "A few days should be fine, but if he sleeps for too long, there is a possibility he’ll truly fall into a deep sleep."

At these words, Rong Si’s expression changed instantly: "What are you saying? State Preceptor, you previously said this medicine would not harm him, so why say now he might fall into a permanent sleep?"

"Your Highness, I said earlier short-term use wouldn’t be harmful! That’s why I ask about waking him. If you wake him within seven days, there won’t be any problems; he’ll be himself. But if it goes beyond this period, it might damage his mind, making him foolish."

"Foolish?" Rong Si said angrily, "I want a clever and wise son, not a foolish one! Wake him, quickly!"

"But, Princess, if we wake him and he tries to run away, what then?"

The State Preceptor asked once more.

Rong Si squinted her eyes, turning to look at the person in the shadow: "State Preceptor, since you brought this up, you must have a solution. Speak!"