Chu Qianli had been feeling particularly heartbroken lately.
She had tasted all sorts of bitterness and witnessed the fickleness of human nature, yet this was the first time she saw her own mother repeatedly trying to push her loving son to his death.
He knew that returning to the palace to see his mother might be a dead end, yet he still went back.
It was only because he wanted to see his mother one last time.
But this last meeting indeed came at the cost of his life.
He had foreseen it, even willingly taking the poison.
Yes, Chu Qianli had never experienced such a feeling, which made her pity him even more.
So much so that she wished she were Feng Dingchu's mother.
If she had such a good son, she would definitely love him, cherish him, and protect him.
She would buy him the most beautiful clothes to wear, cook the best food for him to eat, and let him live the happiest life.
Alas, she was not.
"Shall I apply medicine for you first, alright?" she said softly.
Feng Dingchu remained silent, his eyes still closed.
Chu Qianli reached to unbutton his clothes.
As her fingers landed on his collar, Feng Dingchu's tall frame instinctively tensed, wanting to push her away.
Chu Qianli's voice was as gentle as the breeze outside, "Since you're not afraid of death, why fear a doctor taking a look at your broken body?"
Broken body!
Feng Dingchu's last bit of struggle completely vanished.
Since it was a broken body, why bother?
Having lived for over thirty years, he was not as insightful as this young girl.
Chu Qianli finally managed to pull his clothes down.
His body was covered in wounds.
Another body immediately surfaced in her mind.
It turned out that being a God of War was truly not easy.
Two generations of Gods of War, both bearing scars.
Her mind briefly wandered, but Chu Qianli quickly collected her thoughts, took out the wound medicine, and began to treat his injuries.
The most severe were the two arrow wounds on his back.
The flesh was bloody and mangled, requiring not only medicine but also bandaging.
Fortunately, his heart was now dead, making him appear obedient. Chu Qianli encountered little difficulty in bandaging him.
After bandaging the wounds and applying the medicine, time had flown, and dawn was approaching.
Chu Qianli went out for a moment and spoke to Eleventh about some matters. When she returned, Feng Dingchu was still sitting by the bedside, not having rested.
He just sat there quietly.
"Since you can't sleep, how about I take you somewhere?"
Feng Dingchu didn't speak. Chu Qianli went over and pulled him up.
He obediently got down.
As his feet touched the ground, her dark eyebrows couldn't help but furrow.
"You feel the pain now, don't you?"
He wasn't a real wooden mannequin; how could these wounds not cause him pain?
"Feeling pain at least proves you're still alive. If you're alive, you must live well."
Chu Qianli took his hand. His large palms were completely devoid of warmth.
Alas!
"Let's go. I'll take you out to see the world properly."
Before the sky had fully brightened, the two of them used their Qinggong and quickly arrived at a village on the outskirts of Qian Sui City.
"This city is named after you, but you don't know how hard life is for the common people in the hidden corners you can't see."
Looking around this village, all one could see were thatched huts.
It was a completely different world from the bustling city center.
Chu Qianli pulled Feng Dingchu onto the roof of a thatched hut. With a flick of her wrist, a bag of rice appeared in her hand.
A heavy bag of rice.
"Although I don't have much money, it's enough to help out. But it's a bit heavy, so I'll need your help."
A bag of rice weighed fifteen kilograms, thirty catties, which was indeed quite heavy.
"Come, make a contribution to your Qian Sui City today? Let's distribute the rice!"