Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife

Chapter 805: Dust Settles

Li Qingmu met the Little Emperor Rong Zhuo.

During the coronation ceremony, he was secretly escorted out of Qianyang Palace by people from the Tianxing Pavilion, and those who helped him escape actually were among the ministers who had entered Qianyang Palace earlier.

Therefore, when You Su went insane and launched a ferocious attack on the Imperial Palace, he was not affected and was safe long before that.

"Cousin!"

Rong Zhuo looked up at Li Qingmu.

The boy’s eyes had shed some of their somberness, replaced by a bit of innocence.

This cousin made him feel a touch of familial warmth, for which he was very grateful and cherished. Furthermore, having a cousin who didn’t take the throne seriously was truly unexpected, yet reassuring.

"Rong Zhuo, we must go back now."

Li Qingmu spoke calmly, his expression looking somewhat relieved.

Finally, they could leave.

Rong Zhuo blinked, so soon? It’s been just over a year, and he’s going back? Before, he constantly wished for Li Qingmu to leave, but now that he spoke of leaving, he felt a bit reluctant.

"Cousin, are you leaving alone?"

"No, I’m taking my mother and Yue’er with me."

"Who is Yue’er?"

"Ming Fei."

"Ah?"

Rong Zhuo was astonished, and even more shocked when he saw the youthful woman entering.

What a beautiful woman, with extraordinary grace that made one want to get close upon seeing her.

Long Yue had already recovered her original appearance.

The three-year period was not yet over, so her facial skin did not fully meld with the false skin. Even so, taking it off took considerable effort, and a place even tore slightly.

Fortunately, the tear wasn’t noticeable and healed after applying some ointment.

After this incident, she swore never to use the skin of the living dead again.

It was too uncomfortable.

Rong Zhuo gazed at Long Yue, becoming somewhat entranced, only snapping out of it when he heard Li Qingmu’s subtle cough, realizing his behavior was somewhat rude.

He sheepishly said, "Sorry, I got a bit distracted. But, cousin, wasn’t your Ming Fei named Wei Yunyan? How come it’s Yue’er?"

"Because Wei Yunyan is already dead, I have assumed her identity!"

Rong Zhuo blinked again and then realized something, exclaiming, "Are you my cousin from Dazhou’s wife?"

"Yes, the young Majesty is truly clever!"

Long Yue smiled slightly, her smile as gentle as a spring breeze. Rong Zhuo grinned, "Hello, sister-in-law!"

"Such a good child!"

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Li Qingmu added, "Daliang Palace needs to be rebuilt, the court restructured, and His Majesty has many matters to tend to, so we won’t disturb you further."

"Cousin, won’t you stay a few more days? Or help me out?"

Rong Zhuo blinked expectantly.

Li Qingmu gently shook his head, "No, this kingdom is yours, and the ministers are your ministers. You must learn to govern them, and I believe His Majesty is capable."

Having Li Qingmu help him set up the court might seem beneficial, but it has hidden dangers; it might influence some ministers’ perception of the Emperor.

In the future, comparisons might be drawn, which won’t be advantageous to Rong Zhuo.

Rong Zhuo felt a bit lost but soon realized the crucial point, gratefully looking at Li Qingmu, "Cousin, I understand now, thank you!"

"Farewell, and until we meet again if fate allows!"

"Hmm!"

"Your Highness..."

Beside him, Yang Shiqi looked at Li Qingmu with a face full of concern.

Li Qingmu then recalled he still had to deal with the issue of Princess Consort Jing and her son, so he said, "This matter is all up to you."

The child was his, and whether he could manage the situation with Princess Consort Jing and her son depended on his own ability.

In this, Li Qingmu truly couldn’t assist him.

"Alright!"

Yang Shiqi looked excited and then turned around and ran off.

Rong Zhuo looked at Li Qingmu in astonishment, not understanding why his guard suddenly became so enthusiastic or where he was going.

"Cousin, you still have a Princess Consort Jing..."

Rong Zhuo thought he should remind him, wasn’t he leaving someone behind? Weren’t Princess Consort Jing and her son also his relatives?

Li Qingmu gently shook his head, "My family will always only be Yue’er and her child, Princess Consort Jing..."

He looked in the direction of Yang Shiqi. Rong Zhuo, being wise, naturally understood, and he was stunned. Is it possible to favor a concubine in this way? Honoring the woman he loves, while leaving the other side to the guards?

And so the guard...

To be so tolerant of the guard who cuckolded him... Well, this suggests his cousin doesn’t take the harem women seriously.

Rong Zhuo pondered whether he should learn from his cousin in the future?

Of course, this thought flashed through his mind fleetingly before he dismissed it.

"Your Majesty, with everything in disarray, we request you... to govern personally promptly!"

Several seasoned ministers beside Rong Zhuo knelt to pay homage.

These were trusted ministers appointed even by the late Emperor and his predecessors; they remained loyal to Rong Zhuo throughout despite facing various suppressions during Rong Si’s time, but they survived it all.

Now, their hard times have finally come to an end!

"Very well, from now on, I will rely on everyone here, to rule over this Daliang kingdom with me!"

Although Little Emperor Rong Zhuo’s complexion appeared somewhat unhealthy and pale, his words carried exceptional determination, and his small face turned slightly red with emotion.

Li Qingmu and his wife watched from afar, exchanging a smile.

The two clasped hands and walked through the ruins of the Daliang Palace, a place they had lived for over a year, familiar yet strange, and now a place that was time bid farewell to.

"What a pity." Li Qingmu looked at this Daliang Palace and softly chuckled, "Yue’er, when I first came to this Daliang Palace, I always thought it was so grand and majestic, full of splendor, that it didn’t feel like an imperial palace but more like the heavenly palace."

"Hmm, I felt the same when I came here; the Daliang Palace was too ornate, so ornate it felt unreal, as if separated by time, like a prison, making one uncomfortable."

Long Yue nodded slightly, full of emotion.

Changming Palace, Qianyang Palace, Fengming Palace...

Which of these was not splendid, not grand?

"But now? This palace has become ruins, its splendor no longer existing. It truly is just a burnt-out heap, pitiful as scorched earth."

Such a magnificent and majestic palace is now gone, leaving people sighing.

"I only hope the Little Emperor will not indulge too much in superficial things and leave some foundation and hope for the people of Daliang."

Every time the Imperial Family built or renovated palaces, it was the common people who suffered.

How troublesome was forced labor?

The common people, peacefully doing their farm work and playing with their children, were forcibly conscripted due to labor duties, with some even dying during the construction process, leaving their families broken and scattered!

Excessive forced labor was the root cause of many dynasties’ downfall!

Thinking about this, Li Qingmu looked up once more towards Rong Zhuo and said softly, "Now everything is settled, and I believe he knows where to draw the line; these things, no one can help him with!"