Feng Yexuan's eye corner finally shed a tear.
His heart began to ache slowly, throbbing faintly.
He truly felt wronged.
No matter how strong a person was, they still yearned for a mother's love.
A love, from a mother, that was sincere and true.
He had always thought he couldn't have it, that everything he did for Huarong was only because Huarong was his birth mother.
He had no choice in the matter.
But though he appeared cold and detached, his heart also had a fragile, vulnerable side.
He also wanted a mother who loved him wholeheartedly.
Now, looking at Huarong, Feng Yexuan's suppressed pain was finally released.
Mother loved him too, didn't she?
Even if it was just a little bit of love, at least, it was love for him.
Chu Qianli reached out from behind and wrapped her arms around his lean waist.
"You still have me, and Jin Rui."
Feng Yexuan clasped her hands, closing his eyes tightly.
When he opened them again, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
"You leave the palace first. Wait for me at the city gate tomorrow morning."
"You're going to seek revenge on Feng Bufan?" Chu Qianli hugged him tightly. "Feng Bufan killed my husband's parents. How could I not avenge this?"
"Li'er..."
"I had Fulong lead them to cause chaos throughout the palace, to distract some of the Emperor's imperial guards."
Her gaze was incredibly resolute. "Now, it's time for us to get our revenge."
...
The palace was engulfed in flames.
This sea of fire burned even more fiercely than Chu Qianli and Feng Yexuan had anticipated.
The north wind tonight was strong, and the dry conditions made the inferno even more ferocious.
The Emperor's sleeping quarters were already so consumed by flames that it was impossible to remain there.
Therefore, Eunuch Qing guarded Feng Bufan and, under the escort of guards, left the sleeping quarters.
Not long after leaving, they were intercepted.
Feng Yexuan.
"You... you..." Feng Bufan, seeing the two figures blocking their path in the middle of the palace road, trembled with anxiety. "How... how did you..."
"Guards, protect His Majesty, protect him!" Eunuch Qing shouted loudly.
Countless imperial guards surged forward, surrounding Chu Qianli and Feng Yexuan.
Feng Yexuan squeezed Chu Qianli's hand. "Afraid?"
"As long as I'm with you, there's nothing to fear." After experiencing so much, Chu Qianli realized that only when standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him could she perform at her best.
Whether it was reclaiming the military power of Long Teng, dealing with Prince Yu in Nanming, or facing countless imperial guards now.
As long as she was with him, she was fearless.
"Kill them, kill them!"
Feng Bufan's voice carried a tremor.
The God of War of Beiming was too terrifying!
The Vajra Hook pierced his shoulder blade, yet with a sweep of his blade, he easily felled another group!
He was simply not human!
Did he never get injured, never feel pain?
The wound, simply bandaged by Chu Qianli, was still bleeding.
His face was even perpetually pale and bloodless.
Yet, he advanced step by step, the bodies of fallen imperial guards accumulating around him.
So terrifying, as if he were a demon from hell!
With every step he took, Feng Bufan's heart tightened a little more!
Hundreds of imperial guards were utterly useless against these two.
"Guards, summon all the Royal Death Warriors! Kill them, kill them!"
"Guards! Kill them! I will reward you handsomely for killing them! Quickly kill these two traitors!"
However, in the night wind, a low voice suddenly echoed, "I will show you now who the true traitors of Beiming are!"