Fu Long’s question went unanswered as Chu Qian Li instead asked, "Do you still believe in Zi Yue? Zi Yue’s most beloved person is you."
Fu Long looked at her, his expression earnest. "If you believe, I believe. If you don't, I don't either."
He truly was the one person least likely to betray her.
Chu Qian Li had no doubt of his sincerity.
There was never any need to doubt.
"Perhaps, this has nothing to do with betrayal. Since the imperial decree is real, then the throne should have belonged to her and her mother from the very beginning."
What exactly had happened back then, they didn't know now, nor did the people of Long Teng Kingdom.
Fu Long raised an eyebrow. "You don't hate?"
"Why should I hate? If my imperial grandmother truly usurped Long Hong Ming's throne, then Zi Yue should be the one hating me."
It wasn't enough; she still couldn't believe Zi Yue would hate her.
Even if Long Zi Yue was now the Empress of Long Teng, even if they seemed to have become enemies.
But at least, Chu Qian Li didn't need to resent anyone. Her only task was to uncover the truth of what happened back then.
"What if Long Zi Yue deliberately planned all this with Wei Xian? Would you still not hate?"
Although Fu Long was willing to believe Long Zi Yue, the current fact was that the state letter did indeed come from Long Zi Yue.
Even if she was pressured and threatened by Wei Xian, it was still undeniably Long Zi Yue who wrote the state letter.
"Then we'll settle these matters when the truth comes to light."
Chu Qian Li pulled down the brim of her hat.
The streets were starting to get lively, with royal troops searching.
"They should have already gone to the逍遥王府 (Xiaoyao Prince's Manor)."
Fu Long also lowered his voice and whispered, "The 逍遥王爷 (Xiaoyao Prince) might make a move."
"He won't. I've already instructed Xing He to persuade him not to act rashly."
"What will you do next?" The deployment of royal troops indicated that the Emperor of Bei Ming had accepted the state letter from the Empress of Long Teng.
At this moment, along with the vanguard of Long Teng, they were to apprehend Chu Qian Li.
"It's Ming Hong," Fu Long's eyes darkened.
Seeing the person who once fought alongside him now in an opposing role, leading the charge to capture A Li, he felt a pang in his heart.
Not to mention Chu Qian Li, who was directly involved.
"A Li..."
"Each serves their master. I don't mind. He has always been loyal to Wei Qiong; he is a good subordinate."
Chu Qian Li was also looking down.
The leader was indeed Ming Hong, dressed in his usual tight-fitting attire.
As Wei Qiong's vanguard, he had already arrived at the imperial city, and it wouldn't be long before Wei Qiong himself arrived.
"Fu Long, you should return to the palace first. If I don't seek you out, don't come to meet me," she said.
"Are you afraid of implicating me?" Fu Long frowned, his expression displeased. "Do you think I'm afraid?"
"Are you stupid or have you taken the wrong medicine?"
Chu Qian Li almost rolled her eyes at him. "I need you to gather intelligence from the palace for me at all times. If something happens to you, who will help me?"
Fu Long then smiled again.
"I just love hearing you say how important I am in your own words."
"Get lost."
"...Can you be a little gentler?"
Would it kill you to say a few more nice words? This girl's mouth really isn't sweet enough!
...Fu Long left.
Chu Qian Li pulled her hat down again, then descended from the teahouse and turned into a secluded alley nearby, intending to pass through it and get away from the bustling crowd.
However, before she could even leave the alley, a tall, dark figure blocked her path at the end of the alley.