Chapter 491

Li Qingluo had originally been leaning against the pillar.

Seeing that, she could not help but straighten up.

"Aduo, if you have any mishap, he will immediately drop dead?"

Aduo: "Yes."

"I hurt, he hurts."

"I am hungry, he is hungry too."

"I am sick, he is sick too."

"And if he dies, I will only run a fever for a few days; as long as the mother worm is expelled from my body, there will be no further effect."

Zong Zheng Wuheng felt nauseated upon hearing that.

"Isn't this treating him as a puppet, making him do whatever you want, leaving him no choice?"

Aduo didn't care how Zong Zheng Wuheng felt, anyway she couldn't sense it.

She then said: "So, Sixth Prince, Your Highness must protect me and also use your influence for me; otherwise, I have plenty of ways to torment you."

Having come to this point, Zong Zheng Wuheng, who had witnessed the formidable methods of Zulya, knew he had no room to turn back, and was once again restrained and shackled by Li Qingluo; what more could his anger do?

He only regretted that in this life he kept falling into her hands.

"Can we speak now? What exactly do you intend to do!"

Jin Yin: "We want the Fourth Prince's life!"

The true enemy behind the Witch Moon Sect is the Fourth Prince, Zong Zheng Wuxie.

Speaking of this, Aduo's heart surged with strong hatred and anguish.

Zong Zheng Wuheng quickly clutched his chest, astonished, and lifted his head to look at this Miao woman.

This mother-and-child worm actually took effect so quickly?

Do they utterly hate Zong Zheng Wuxie?

Why?

Zong Zheng Wuxie, what exactly did he do to them?

That evening, Aduo was sent back to the Sixth Prince's residence along with Zong Zheng Wuheng.

And Li Qingluo's newly settled courtyard residence could no longer be lived in.

She could only temporarily make do next door.

As she finally stepped into the room, she heard the man leaning against the headboard, quietly turning pages, say lightly: "What's the point of being Prince Su's consort? Whether Duan Rongshi lives or dies, what does it have to do with you?"

"Madam, you truly have a ruthless heart."

He looked at her with a hint of resentment in his expression.

Li Qingluo slipped on her feet and nearly fell.

He is now increasingly lacking the former aura of Prince Su that made everyone in DaLiang tremble at the mere mention of his name.

"Looks like Ah Shi enjoyed another good show tonight?"

Li Qingluo hurried over with a grin, then, as if to please him, grabbed his arm and shook it back and forth.

"Ah Shi, I'm not deliberately bewitching Zong Zheng Wuheng to make him believe I am a poisonous woman who has abandoned DaLiang and doesn't care about you at all."

"Otherwise, if I were to expose the news that the illustrious Prince Su of DaLiang is not only alive but has now fled to the royal city of Da Chu, wouldn't that not only cause chaos across the world but also ruin your plans..."

"When I say such things, I certainly do not mean to curse you, nor do I truly not care about you."

Duan Rongshi was made restless and distracted by her coquettish words.

He could no longer focus on even half a word.

He gently pulled her, and she ended up sitting in his arms.

"If I did not know your sincere heart, how could I merely sit here waiting for your return?"

"Are you tired?"

"Are you injured anywhere?"

As he spoke, he carefully took her hand and examined her whole body.

Li Qingluo let him look.

"Ah Shi, I'm fine."

"Zong Zheng Wuheng may have a deep, scheming mind, but he is also overly arrogant."

"Even though he has fallen into my hands several times, he still refuses to believe I can easily take his life."

"And even in Nan'an, I could make him submit completely."

Duan Rongshi narrowed his eyes: "I somewhat regret having spared his life back then."

"Not much useful information has been sent back, but the poison I placed on his own person has been mostly resolved."

As he spoke, murderous intent already arose in Duan Rongshi's heart.

This killing intent arose because Li Qingluo had become overly concerned about that Zong Zheng Wuheng.

And he had originally, because of this person, caused harm to Luo'er.

Thinking back now, he feels deeply ashamed.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I will do it all for you."

"Don't forget, I am now your son-in-law who has married into your family."

"Everything will be as you say, my lady."

He took her hand and pressed it to his face, gently rubbing it a few times.

Li Qingluo, blushing, simply stared at him.

Everyone in the world lusts after beauty.

She is no exception.

"Wait for me."

"I reek of blood; I'll go bathe and change first!"

Having said that, Li Qingluo jumped up and hurried to the bathing chamber.

She washed her hair until it was completely clean.

With a hint of nervousness and anxiety, clad in spotless white inner robes, she finally made her way back to the room, only to find Duan Rongshi already asleep from waiting.

Li Qingluo's shoulders slumped in utter disappointment.

She had wanted to wake him, but her outstretched hand hesitated.

Not only is such behavior unbecoming for a young lady, but also… she was simply exhausted today.

They had been rushing for days, and even at Tranquil Distance Temple they had tossed and turned for a few days; not only the assassins and guards, but they themselves were utterly exhausted in body and mind.

Thus, she again tiptoed in from the foot of the bed.

After she obediently pulled the covers over herself and lay down, not long after she too fell into a deep sleep.

Once she fell asleep, the originally sleeping Duan Rongshi slowly opened his eyes.

He gazed at this modest temporary lodging, his brows furrowed tightly.

Was this where they were to consummate their marriage?

He closed his eyes again, filled with utter disdain.

Although, the noble Prince Su had another arduous night.

But he had no regrets.

After a night's sleep, Li Qingluo felt sore in her waist and back.

She felt as if a ghost were pressing on her, her whole body heavy and unable to turn all night; even after resting, she remained exhausted.

She rubbed her shoulders and arms as she rose, but Duan Rongshi's figure was nowhere to be seen.

She couldn't help calling Que'er to ask, "Where is Your Highness?"

Que'er giggled: "Miss, Your… oh no, I mean, Sir—Sir left early this morning."

"So you don't need to look for him; he'll return once he finishes his business."

Li Qingluo: "Sir?"

Que'er: "Miss, it's… it's Your Highness who personally ordered that everyone change their address, lest we give ourselves away."

"He said that from now on, everyone, inside and out, should call him Sir, and you will still be our Miss."

"Sir also said that when he returns today he might be a bit different, so don't be too startled, Miss."

"Furthermore, from now on, when dealing with outsiders, Sir and you will use the names on your identity plaques: you are Nan Gong Qiongluo, and he is Li Wu."

Li Qingluo was sipping tea when she nearly choked upon hearing that.

She really hadn't looked at the name on Duan Rongshi's identity plaque yesterday.

And it's actually called Li Wu?

The Li surname is her own; she has truly become a thorough son-in-law, even changing her surname.

But is the name Li Wu too casual?

"Was this name given by my master?"

Que'er whispered: "I heard it was… oh no, I mean, Sir himself who ordered that name to be chosen."

Li Qingluo smiled; simple is fine.

The simpler it is, the less anyone will suspect.

But he walks around all day wearing a black mask, which inevitably invites suspicion.

Upon arrival, Li Qingluo and Nan Gongdi also left early in the morning.

The business of Heavenly Wind Trading House spreads across the world.

Naturally, there are shops here in South Peace as well.

Although none of these are the biggest ventures of Great Chu, the two taverns, three pawnshops, one weapons shop, and one tea house still bring in considerable profit year-round.

Li Qingluo thus took the opportunity to make the rounds of these shops.

Soon, news spread throughout South Peace that these several shops, which had been mysterious for years with unknown backers, had received a visit from an extremely ugly father and an extremely beautiful daughter.

"That young lady is actually a junior proprietor?"