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Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me 'Husband'

Chapter 557: A Gentleman Uses Words, Not Actions
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Song Gongzi had never suffered such a great humiliation in his life.

Is this proper?

This is not proper at all.

He quickly pulled up his waistband and roared:

“Where are the people outside? Are they all useless?”

He was referring to °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the servants he brought with him.

“Even if you scream your throat raw, they won’t come,” Li Mo shook his head.

“Boss.”

Those Young Misses who had been hiding nearby all ran behind him.

Song Gongzi was stunned. The words sounded a bit familiar to him, but he still said with a sullen face:

“You ignorant fool, you open a business here, do you know who I, surnamed Song, am?”

Hua Nongying was still pinned to the ground at this moment, but hearing this, she couldn’t help but look at Li Mo, her expression somewhat complex.

“We don’t do needlework here, please leave.”

Li Mo had already seen through it with his Tianming Divine Eye, and he remained standing still. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Song Gongzi was first surprised, then quickly flushed with anger, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He recognized who the newcomer was: the Qianlong First, God Hammer Little Overlord, whose name resounded throughout Dijin.

After all, the jiangshan sheji map had covered the entire city that day, making it hard not to see.

He looked at Li Mo and said viciously:

“Is Qianlong First very impressive? What’s the use of being impressive? In Dijin, what matters is status and background...”

“Godfather, what’s going on?”

Zhong Zhenyue stepped through the door, carrying a knocked-out servant, and laughed:

“These wicked servants even claimed to be from Song Shangshu’s residence. Could I believe that? Song Shangshu manages the Great Yu Dynasty’s etiquette. Could he come here for a foot bath? Is this proper, this... Oh dear?”

He looked at Song Gongzi in surprise and blurted out:

“Song Qian?”

“??”

Song Gongzi’s neck shrank, and he took two steps back.

“Who is tripping me up when my journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step?”

Xie Xuan also stepped in, spitting out a blade of grass from his mouth, like an unbridled wild dog about to go hunting.

“Alright, alright, alright... Let’s go!”

Song Qian’s face changed.

He said nothing, pulled up his pants, and walked around the few people, his steps getting faster and faster, as if a ghost was chasing him.

“Hmm?”

Looking at the retreating figure who only regretted not having two more legs, Li Mo was stunned.

No, he had just thought that the most classic display of power, the face-slapping segment, was about to begin.

I haven’t even started yet, how is it already over?

“What’s going on?” Li Mo looked at the two in confusion.

Zhong Zhenyue scratched the back of his head: “Oh, when I was little, I was ignorant...”

It is well known that Zhennan King is the God of War of the Southern Frontier, the only remaining divine general of the Great Yu, always guarding the border.

This led to Zhong Zhenyue lacking paternal love in his childhood, especially the landslide kind... As a child in Dijin, he was probably not much different from Li Mo, the little Devil King of Qinghe Town, and Song Qian was one of his victims.

“His pee didn’t go as far as mine, so I tied him to a tree and flicked him for half an hour. After that, he became like this. Sigh, I’m not some kind of monster, am I...”

“...”

No wonder Song Qian became Song Qian.

So the root of it was with you.

“She must have been afflicted by Confucian martial arts—Gentlemen speak, not act.”

Xie Xuan looked at Hua Nongying at this moment.

“...Manager Hua, get up.”

Li Mo released his Taiyin Intent Soul, releasing Hua Nongying from her restraints.

This is called Confucian martial arts?

Seeing his strange expression, Xie Xuan said: “I heard that in the past, Confucians were full of martial virtue. Every time they sat down to discuss the Dao, they would get agitated as they talked, and if they couldn’t make their point with reason, they would resort to fists and feet.”

“Therefore, every time Confucians discussed the Dao, they always ended up missing an arm or a leg.”

“Later, a Confucian Sub-Sage at the Seventh Realm Peak saw that this wouldn’t do, so he created this method.”

Li Mo: “...”

He wondered if that Sub-Sage would be so angry that he’d jump out of his coffin if he knew that ‘Gentlemen speak, not act’ was being used this way by scholars.

“Thank you... Boss.”

Hua Nongying stood up, her head lowered, her eyes swirling as she looked at Li Mo.

“No need to thank me. This is store policy. I would do the same for anyone. In our store, there’s no rule about kneeling to people.”

“Mm.”

The small flame that had just ignited in Hua Nongying’s eyes silently extinguished... In the carriage, the servant driving couldn’t help but ask:

“Young Master, are we just leaving like this?”

“Otherwise? Stay there and get tied to a tree?”

Song Qian’s face was extremely ugly, his teeth almost biting through his lips.

As the saying goes, those with bare feet are not afraid of those with shoes.

Zhong Zhenyue was undoubtedly a hothead.

As for Xie Xuan, there’s even less to say; if Xie Xuan were to enter the East Palace, this brute would dare to point at the Crown Prince’s nose and retort.

And these two epic hotheads both followed the God Hammer Little Overlord’s lead... How lawless must Li Mo be?

The head servant quickly said: “That’s right, you are fine jade, how can you clash with a tile... It’s not worth it, not worth it.”

“Mm...”

“Hey, Young Master, why are you touching my butt? Young Master?! Is this not good?!”

The head servant turned around, his expression suddenly becoming terrified.

He saw Song Qian, who had barely maintained his composure just a moment ago, looking over with bloodshot eyes and heavy breathing.

Products from Blood Refinement Hall are always top-notch.

Well, if you ignore the side effects... East Palace.

A faint shadow came from beyond the sky and flew into the cage; it turned out to be a dusty silver falcon.

The eunuch took the letter from its foot and, with his head bowed, sent it into the palace.

Passing through the palace walls, one could see the winding lake of the East Palace, where two people sat in a small pavilion.

One was Empress Chu Ge, whose hair and hair ornaments, weighing perhaps ten pounds, made her appearance as magnificent as a blooming peony.

Opposite her was her good son, the future ruler of the Great Yu Dynasty, a heartwarming good brother...

“Yu’er, in the Celestial Human City Realm, the one who ultimately controls the Celestial Human may not be the strongest one.”

“Otherwise, there would be no need to enter any Celestial Human City; just let the Qianlong Ranking Top take the Celestial Human Divine Sword.”

“Whoever can better Dominator the fate of heaven and earth will be the one who laughs last.”

“Fish that have passed through the Dragon Gate are still fish, and they are different from us who stand on the shore,” Empress Chu Ge said softly, looking at the brocade carp in the pond.

“Mother, I have no intention of slacking off.”

Jiang Yu’s tone was devoid of emotion.

Empress Chu Ge was not surprised but delighted, and she smiled as she patted his hand.

Yu’er’s good point was...

He was more obedient than Jingtai.

And more like her.

“Empress, Your Highness...”

The palace attendant delivered the letter that had just arrived.

“Sent by Nongying?” Empress Chu Ge twirled the letter, scanning it: “Hundred Flowers Gathering... It has some tricks.”

“Mother, you preside over the world. If you were to organize it, it would be most suitable, but...”

Jiang Yu also read the letter:

“Will the hundreds of officials agree to this matter?”

The civil and military officials were conservative; after the Qianlong Assembly, they had never held any Hundred Flowers Gathering.

“At that time, it will be up to the officials and Your Majesty to discuss. I will not meddle in politics, Yu’er... You go to Nurturing Dragon Temple tonight.”

Saying that, she stood up.

After getting into the soft sedan, she took out another letter from her sleeve.

She squinted at it, muttering:

“Ying Bing, from Qingyuan Sect in Ziyang Prefecture, seventeen years old.”

“Allegedly received the Great Shang Legacy, bearing...”

“A fragmented Celestial Human City Realm?”

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