After traveling through time, I rely on force to survive

Is Chapter 248 about revenge?

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

Li Qingqing believes that if General Zhao could lead his troops back to save the country, it would not only relieve some of Qiu Wufeng's pressure, but also cultivate a loyal ally.

If the Northern Region is allowed to expand its territory gradually, given Lian Que's hatred for the Great Abyss, the Northern Region army will be at the gates of the city before she even finishes building the border city.

This……

Helping him is selfish!

However, the shadow guards reported that Zhang Haoyi had not arrested Protector Wei, and they wondered if the two were plotting something again.

Before the other party could take any action, Li Qingqing decided to "threaten" Zhang Haoyi tonight.

Li Feng also agreed with Li Qingqing's decision.

He is now very proud of his younger sister's abilities. If it weren't for the circumstances, he would have loved to tell Li Qingqing's father about her deeds as soon as possible.

While the two were discussing the matter, Censor Ruan, acting on Lord Zhang's orders, went to find Censor Song.

Compared to Imperial Censor Ruan's beaming smile, Imperial Censor Song remained expressionless.

He frowned, his face stern, as he looked at the Imperial Censor Ruan, dressed in a crimson official robe, outside the door. "Lord Ruan? What do you want with me so late?"

"Brother Zhengmian, we've been friends for many years, please don't turn me away!"

Censor Ruan, full of energy, leaned out with a smug grin, his hand braced against the wooden door.

Seeing that Imperial Censor Song had no intention of letting him in, he immediately pushed open the half-closed wooden door, walked past Imperial Censor Song, and went straight to the main hall.

"I have come here on the orders of Lord Zhang to verify the military achievements of the border soldiers with you."

Upon hearing this, Imperial Censor Song stared at Imperial Censor Ruan's retreating figure without replying.

The two entered the main hall one after the other.

As Censor Ruan walked along, he resembled a noisy red crow.

"Tsk tsk, this place is really shabby. I don't know what you were thinking, insisting on staying here!"

"The whole room reeks of alcohol. Tsk tsk, you probably used all your salary to buy alcohol, didn't you? That makes sense, since you're all alone, no children, so you have nowhere to spend your money."

Imperial Censor Ruan looked around the main hall and, seeing the simple interior, shook his head with considerable regret.

"If you had stayed in the capital back then, you might be in the same situation as me now, having changed from a blue robe to a red one, enjoying boundless glory!"

Imperial Censor Song followed behind him without even lifting his eyelids, and went straight to the oil lamp, adjusting the wick slightly to make it brighter.

The dim light flickered, illuminating the two faces with their contrasting expressions.

Censor Ruan, beaming with smugness, found a chair, brushed off some unseen dust, and sat down without ceremony, sizing up Censor Song.

"If I remember correctly, we were born in the same year, but look at you now, you look so old at first glance!"

"Look at me again, radiant and successful in my career! We're the same age, how come there's such a big difference?"

"You, you could have had a very successful career back then... tsk tsk, you really missed such a golden opportunity!"

Imperial Censor Song stood expressionless in the hall, not uttering a word, staring intently at the figure in the flawless crimson official robe, who was performing a solo act.

After grumbling for a while, Censor Ruan sat comfortably in his chair. Seeing Censor Song giving him a cold shoulder, he smiled again.

"Brother Zhengmian, won't you invite me for a cup of tea?"

Imperial Censor Song glanced at him, his face tense and silent, and walked to the left side of the main hall.

He took a thick stack of documents from the side cabinet against the wall, threw them onto the small round table next to Censor Ruan, and unceremoniously dismissed the guest.

"Here's all the information you wanted. Take this and get out of here!"

When Imperial Censor Ruan saw Imperial Censor Song's angry expression, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He picked up the document, flipped through it casually, and then placed it back on the round table.

"Lord Zhang instructed that, in addition to these documents, you should also bring back the logs you have in your possession."

"You want to take the logbook?" Imperial Censor Song glared at him, his voice rising sharply. "Are you trying to destroy old evidence and frame someone else again?"

"How dare you say that!" Imperial Censor Ruan immediately sat up straight and became serious.

"When did I frame anyone? The destruction of those account books was purely accidental, and didn't Lord Zhang admit that the account books were genuine? Besides, the criminal has already been brought to justice, so why are you still holding onto this? What is the meaning of this?"

"No logbook. Now that you've finished speaking, get out of here!" Imperial Censor Song sneered, stepped forward, and was about to pull Imperial Censor Ruan away.

Enraged, Censor Ruan stood up abruptly and forcefully slapped Censor Song's hand away.

"Don't be stubborn, I'm going to take these journals with me today!"

"I just won't give it to you, what can you do about it?" Imperial Censor Song grabbed Imperial Censor Ruan's sleeve and tried to pull him out the door.

When Imperial Censor Ruan saw that his beloved official robe had been wrinkled by Old Man Song, his anger intensified.

He tried to flick his sleeve, but failed.

Enraged, Censor Ruan immediately reached out his left hand and viciously grabbed Censor Song's neck, gritting his teeth.

"You old scoundrel, after all these years, you're still as stubborn as ever! You have to give it to me today, whether you like it or not!"

Censor Song was suddenly grabbed by him, his face turning red. He immediately released his sleeves and used both hands to forcefully pry Censor Ruan's hands off.

But he was no match for Censor Ruan, so he could only use his hands and feet to hit and kick Censor Ruan, while muttering incoherent curses.

"You...you villain, you'll get your comeuppance..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

As Censor Ruan gradually lost his composure, he forcefully grabbed Censor Song with one hand, while drawing a dagger from his waist with the other, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"Since you're so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The sharp dagger gleamed coldly in the dim oil lamp light.

Staring at the raised dagger, Imperial Censor Song's eyes widened in terror.

Censor Ruan gripped the dagger and plunged it downwards, grinning maliciously, "Brother Zhengmian, let me send you on your final journey!"

"puff--!"

"Bam—!"

Imperial Censor Song closed his eyes in despair, but unexpectedly felt a sudden chill on his face, and then the hand that was gripping his neck was abruptly released.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that there was a person dressed in black in the hall.

Meanwhile, Imperial Censor Ruan was kicked away by this man and fell heavily to the ground, lifeless.

"Thank you..."

Imperial Censor Song bowed, then suddenly noticed that the man was wearing a black and gold mask, and stammered, "Qing... Qing..."

The former General Qingli had always been fond of wearing masks, and Imperial Censor Song recognized this unique black and gold mask at a glance.

He was somewhat dazed. Was he here for revenge?

With Censor Ruan dead, I'll be next, won't I?

Thinking of this, Imperial Censor Song quickly regained his composure and said calmly, "If you want to take my life, this old man will have no complaints."

The person wearing the black and gold mask was none other than Li Qingqing.

She was dressed like this to make it easier to threaten Zhang Haoyi. When the shadow guards reported that Imperial Censor Ruan had secretly come to see Lord Song, she followed to check it out.

It was fortunate that she arrived in time, otherwise Old Man Song would have been dead!

Li Qingqing glanced at Old Man Song strangely, then shouted towards the door, "Someone, clean this place up."

A shadow guard immediately slipped in and dragged Imperial Censor Ruan away.

Li Qingqing stared at Imperial Censor Song, "Lord Song didn't see anything tonight, right!"

“Yes…” Upon hearing this, Imperial Censor Song nodded involuntarily, as if controlled by an invisible force.

A sliver of hope rose in his heart: Was she... letting him off the hook?

Seeing the performance of Imperial Censor Song, Li Qingqing turned and left without saying a word, satisfied.

"Wait!" Seeing that Li Qingqing was about to leave, Imperial Censor Song immediately called out to her in his anxiety.

"What is it?" Li Qingqing stopped and turned around to look at Imperial Censor Song with a puzzled expression.

Imperial Censor Song felt as if the mask was an invisible chasm separating the two of them.

Wearing a mask, Li Qingqing exuded an indescribable aloofness and coldness, making him dare not look directly at her.

Imperial Censor Song moved his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "You won't kill me?"

Li Qingqing: ...