With a swish.
Silver light flashed.
Murong Yu merely lowered her gaze, looking at the short knife that was about to pierce her abdomen.
Not only did she not dodge, but there was even a hint of relief in her eyes.
However, the short knife suddenly stopped when it touched her skin.
The force of the blade could not be retracted, and it grazed her lower abdomen, causing a wound.
The wound was shallow, not affecting her internal organs, merely a slight cut on the skin, drawing a thin line of blood.
Chu Qianli's eyes were icy as she put away the short knife and looked at Murong Yu indifferently, "Why didn't you dodge?"
"What I owe you is more than just this one stab. If you want it back, I can let you stab me three times."
If three stabs could resolve the grievances between them, it would be a great thing for Wuya.
Murong Yu knew that even if Wuya and Chu Qianli didn't have that kind of romantic relationship, their bond was deep.
If it were brotherhood, they were like sworn siblings.
And she was Wuya's birth mother.
Any conflict between her and Chu Qianli would cause Wuya distress.
"Make your move. After three stabs, we will have no more grievances."
She looked at Chu Qianli, her gaze calm, "But my life, you cannot have. If you intend to kill me, I will not grant your wish."
So, as long as she wasn't killed, stabbing her three times was acceptable?
Actually, it wasn't necessary, as long as she was ruthless enough.
But Chu Qianli knew that Murong Yu's primary concern was still her son.
She sheathed the short knife, stepped back two paces, and casually observed Murong Yu's face.
"I'll remember these three stabs. However, for now, I have a question I'd like to ask."
"Speak."
"How exactly did my mother die back then?"
Murong Yu's eyes suddenly darkened. She looked at Chu Qianli, her lips moving, but she remained silent.
Although she said nothing, Chu Qianli knew at a glance that Murong Yu did indeed know something about Long Xiyue's affairs back then.
She just didn't know how much she knew.
"That day, when I performed heart surgery on Wuya, he was under anesthesia and not fully conscious. He said some things to me."
This was something only Chu Qianli knew.
She had kept it to herself, never mentioning a single word even to Feng Wuya.
This was because she knew that Wuya had nothing to do with what happened back then!
Since it had nothing to do with him, why add to his troubles by discussing it with him?
"What... did he say?" Although Murong Yu's expression remained unchanged, a shadow of gloom quickly spread across her eyes.
Back then, she had indeed done something wrong to Long Xiyue!
Chu Qianli stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "That day, he said he was sorry to me. If I was willing, he would use his life to atone for the harm done to my mother back then."
"What does that have to do with him? He doesn't understand anything!"
Murong Yu closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When she opened them again, there was no longer any ripple in her eyes.
It was as if they were still obscured by a haze, blocking all their luster.
Life, as if it had dimmed.
"Yes, back then, I did indeed harm your mother..."
"Did you poison my mother?" Chu Qianli's fingertips tensed.
The short knife that had been sheathed instantly returned to her hand!
"Murong Yu, are you the one behind the Medicine Man Legion?"
Murong Yu's expression changed. She looked up sharply at Chu Qianli, her face filled with surprise, "Why... do you think it's me?"
Chu Qianli gave a cold laugh and suddenly slashed a knife towards her, "You reek of Medicine Man!"