"Uncle Mu, you really aren't dead, haha, I knew it, Grandpa wouldn't really kill you!"
Inside the camp, Qi Jingyu looked at Li Qingmu who had removed his mask and revealed his true face, and laughed heartily.
Honestly, when he first heard that Li Qingmu had been executed publicly, he was upset for quite a while, even harboring some resentment towards Grandpa.
He couldn't quite explain why, but felt a sense of joy in being with Li Qingmu, and even a slight feeling of closeness.
So when he saw Li Qingmu unharmed, he was genuinely happy.
Li Qingmu smiled faintly and said, "The Emperor is orchestrating a scheme. If I didn't die, I wouldn't be able to send information to you all. If things collapse, it would ruin the fortunes of the Dazhou Country."
"Yes, yes! Uncle Mu still speaks in such a humorous manner."
Daring to say the Emperor plays with the court like a game that could break, only Li Qingmu would dare to say it.
