Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife

Chapter 808: Peace Between Qin and Jin!

Zhang Liulang leaped off the carriage and watched as Yang Shiqi slowly drove over. Once the other had stopped, he went up to give him a bear hug.

This was the camaraderie between comrades.

Long Yue and Li Qingmu watched, merely smiling faintly, letting them cherish their brotherly bond.

Rong Si was nibbling on a stick of candied hawthorns, and the sweet and sour taste made dimples appear on her cheerful face. Seeing the two embrace, she turned to Li Qingmu and said, "I want a hug too. Where’s my big bear? You said you’d take me to meet him; you can’t go back on your word, humph!"

Seeing Rong Si behaving like a child, Li Qingmu felt a tinge of guilt inside, as he bore some unavoidable responsibility for her lapse into madness.

But at the same time, he was a little joyful. Now that Rong Si had become Princess Consort Yun again, wouldn’t Father be delighted to see her?

But after being apart for over twenty years, would she still be able to recognize Qi Yun?

Even though Rong Si’s appearance hadn’t changed, Qi Yun had been aging all this time. Would she still recognize him?

"Mother, don’t worry, your son will soon take you to see the big bear."

After some thought, Li Qingmu decided that she ought to recognize him.

Rong Si looked at him quizzically, "Mother? I don’t remember having a son as big as you. My son was only recently born!"

Uh?

Not only Li Qingmu, but even Long Yue was stunned for a moment, realizing Rong Si’s mind wasn’t as childlike as they thought, but that she could still remember some things.

Li Qingmu felt helpless. Faced with a mother whose mind had regressed, he could only gently say, "Mother, children grow up, you know?"

"Grow up? How can you grow up so fast? You... you’re lying to me!"

Rong Si pointed at Li Qingmu, slightly puffing her cheeks in a fit of girlish temper.

Li Qingmu smiled faintly, "Mother, it has been over twenty years. You’ve... you’ve slept for too long. The world has changed, and your child has naturally grown up too."

Isn’t that the truth?

If Rong Si’s previous and current selves were two different personalities, then this childlike personality was locked deep within her soul, only surfacing under external stimuli.

Thus, when she realized her grand plans were disrupted by her own son, she trembled with rage, fell into madness, and split mentally, reverting to her Princess Consort Yun persona.

In a way, Princess Consort Yun had indeed been asleep for a very long time.

Rong Si gazed suspiciously at Li Qingmu, "I’ve slept for so long? You’re not lying to me? How could I fall asleep and stay asleep for over twenty years for no reason? You’re lying, you must be lying!!"

Li Qingmu winced; she absolutely didn’t believe him!

"Mother, if you don’t believe me, then surely you’ll recognize the big bear when you see him? You can ask him!"

Rong Si paused, giving it some thought. Could it be true?

But looking at Li Qingmu’s earnest face, she found it hard to fully believe.

"Alright, but if you lied to me, I’ll deal with you later, humph!"

As she spoke, Rong Si waved her small fists at Li Qingmu.

"Alright, alright, if you find I’m lying to you later, then... you can hit me?"

"Yes, I’ll hit you to death!"

"..."

"Hahaha..."

This mother-son interaction was too amusing, causing Yang Shiqi and Zhang Liulang to burst into laughter.

Li Qingmu gave them a faint glance.

Though the look contained no threat, just a simple glance, his experience as an emperor in the Daliang Country for over a year and his status as a prince gave him an innate sense of authority.

The two promptly fell silent.

"Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s hurry and set off!"

Long Yue watched these scenes unfold, finding them heartwarming, and urged them to start the journey. The thought of soon returning to Dazhou to see her Xiao Rui’er filled her with joy.

"Alright, let’s go!"

Li Qingmu was eager too, so he urged them to get going.

And so, the carriage gradually set in motion, slowly picking up speed towards the Daliang Country border.

At the same time, a carriage escorted by cavalry approached from afar and halted upon arriving.

"Your Majesty, they’ve already gone far."

The cavalryman rode up to the carriage and, bending over, reported.

"Ah..."

A sigh escaped from the carriage, followed by Rong Zhuo’s voice, "I came too late. Cousin said nothing and just left. Wouldn’t even let me see him off?"

"Your Majesty, this is the Eldest Young Master’s intention. He doesn’t wish to trouble you, nor leave any traces on this court."

Rong Zhuo cocked his head in thought. That much was true—as long as Li Qingmu lingered in the court, it would pose some challenges to the authority of his throne.

His silent departure was for the best.

"Cousin, I will remember your kindness!"

Rong Zhuo murmured gently, giving a junior’s salute in the direction Li Qingmu had gone, then returned.

"Issue orders; from now on, Daliang and Dazhou will cease hostility and engage in no more warfare!"

"We minister to Your Majesty’s command!"

...

"Creak, creak..."

The carriage rolled on, leaving uneven tracks behind.

"Here, have some water."

Inside a carriage, Yang Shiqi handed a gourd of water to Lan’er.

Having never traveled far before, this long journey was a bit much for Lan’er; she had already thrown up multiple times along the way.

Yang Shiqi, feeling sorry for her, prepared some water for her to drink.

Lan’er drank a bit of water, and her complexion improved slightly. She gratefully looked at Yang Shiqi and said, "Thank you."

Yang Shiqi scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed, "Well... it’s what I should do. Your father told me to take good care of you."

Lan’er raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so if Father didn’t say so, you wouldn’t take care of me?"

Uh?

Yang Shiqi was dumbfounded, that wasn’t what he meant!

Long Yue and Li Qingmu both shook their heads, thinking how Yang Shiqi was a bit like Cao Xiao—not good with words at all, causing his little wife to get upset now and then.

Luckily, this Princess Consort Jing wasn’t too difficult to handle; a few sweet words from Yang Shiqi soon had her smiling again.

A simple-hearted girl.

Long Yue turned to see the scene behind, smiling gently, "They are quite the loving pair!"

"Indeed, as loving as we are."

With that, he gently planted a kiss on her forehead.

Long Yue looked at him with disdain; this man, always taking her by surprise with his sudden gestures.

"You should shave; it’s prickly!"

Long Yue turned away in distaste, ignoring him.

Li Qingmu was taken aback and stroked his chin—No way! It felt smooth to him. Women...

He chuckled softly, then hugged her from behind, savoring that satisfying feeling.