The surroundings were silent, with only the crisp voice of gratitude from Long Yue.
"Guilty minister, thanks to the Emperor's divine favor..."
Li Qingmu hobbled out while supporting the tent, with bloodstains seeping through his back, looking very miserable. He struggled to come out and knelt to salute.
This scene was truly pitiful!
"Husband!"
Long Yue quickly went up to support him and looked gratefully at Eunuch Xiao Chen, "Thank you, Eunuch Chen, for delivering the Emperor's decree. Otherwise, my husband would have been tortured to death by evildoers on the way back!"
"Lady Jiao, you exaggerate!"
Eunuch Xiao Chen casually responded, but this response fell into Long Yue's trap.
"How is that possible? This could even involve impersonating the Emperor's decree. What else is there to fear? Just look at my husband, in such a pitiful state, even an ant could crush him to death, let alone a living person, boohoohoo..."
