Huarong's face darkened, and she turned to look back.
The street behind her was crowded with people, and many gazes were fixed on her due to her peculiar attire.
But among them, there was no Feng Yexuan!
"Childish!"
She hadn't expected this little girl to dare play such a foolish trick in front of her!
Even less did she expect that someone as unfathomable as herself would fall for it!
The simpler the ploy, the more deadly it could be!
Huarong, her face filled with anger, leaped up abruptly.
Chu Qianli had already walked far away.
But she had underestimated Huarong's Qinggong.
Just as she was about to approach Prince Xuan's mansion, a gust of cold wind assailed her from behind.
Chu Qianli immediately sidestepped to dodge, and that cold wind instantly forced her to retreat rapidly, almost blinding her.
Chu Qianli tried to continue forward, but the cold wind attacked again, forcing her to retreat further.
Huarong seemed to have no intention of fighting her. She merely used her internal energy to pressure her, forcing her away from the main street and into an unknown alley.
"Senior, what exactly do you want?"
Chu Qianli felt her blood churning and her breath thrown into disarray by the relentless pressure.
When the pressure intensified, the true qi in her Dantian began to surge erratically.
It felt as if it was about to burst out of her body!
Huarong's power was too overbearing; she was almost forced into a state of qi deviation!
Finally, the cold wind suddenly vanished, and Chu Qianli opened her mouth, gasping for air.
Although the blood qi in her chest had not been forced out, a faint trace of blood trickled from the corner of her lips.
"You are not allowed to cure Feng Qihe's蛊." Huarong stared at her, her gaze moving from her face downwards, finally settling on her wrist.
"You are the woman Prince Xuan favors, and I do not wish to harm you. Therefore, I only ask you to swear that you will not cure Feng Qihe's蛊."
"What difficulty is there in me swearing? Can you guarantee that after I swear, I will be able to do it?"
Chu Qianli retreated another two steps.
Whenever Huarong became angry, that powerful aura would surge towards her.
It oppressed her severely, and several times, she was on the verge of spitting blood.
Huarong looked at her indifferently, "Therefore, I am also conflicted."
Her gaze remained fixed on Chu Qianli's right hand.
A flicker of unease crossed Chu Qianli's heart.
She kept staring at her hand... did she intend to cripple it?
"If you dare to harm me, Yexuan will not forgive you!" Chu Qianli immediately drew her hand back behind her.
Huarong finally understood. This little girl, who feared no death, was terrified of her hand being ruined.
No wonder Yu Linglong had specifically proposed to cripple her hand.
It turned out Chu Qianli truly valued her hands more than her life!
"Are you not afraid of provoking me by speaking like this?" Huarong narrowed her eyes.
"I am merely stating facts. You know this in your heart as well."
Huarong's expression grew increasingly displeased.
This was also something she had to consider. If she truly harmed this little girl, Xuan'er would be angry again.
After more than ten years of separation, her relationship with her son was still in a precarious state.
As a mother, she naturally wished to please her son.
However, the prerequisite was that her son could not defy her.
Huarong's gaze remained fixed on Chu Qianli's hand.
"I heard you are a divine physician. Are these hands priceless?"
She stepped forward, forcing Chu Qianli to retreat another two steps.
"I will give you one chance. Agree to my terms and do not cure Feng Qihe's蛊, and I will spare you for now. Otherwise, I will cripple your hand right here and now!"