Chu Qianli remained silent, waiting for Murong Yu to continue.
But Murong Yu no longer engaged her on this issue.
"My foolish son, he truly likes you." She turned her head again, gazing into the distant night.
"His body is already so frail, yet he still desires what you desire and wishes to do what you wish."
Chu Qianli still said nothing.
She knew how good Wuya was to her.
"I should have stopped him. Traveling through mountains and wading through rivers is by no means a good thing for Wuya."
But Murong Yu merely sighed softly, her words carrying no trace of anger.
"However, for him to be like this... it's also good. In this lifetime, I've never seen him have such a strong desire to go out and travel, even if it meant a long journey."
Wuya's life had been so bland that one might doubt he was a young man.
Perhaps the long journey was not beneficial for his health, but when she went to see him that night, before she even entered, she heard him instructing Tie Xin to pack.
He was meticulous in packing his travel luggage.
This was the first time Murong Yu had seen such enthusiasm from her son since she gave birth to him.
Though his words were still plain and gentle, she could clearly discern a hint of anticipation in them.
So, her son was also a young man.
So, her son also had things he liked, people he liked.
Going to Longteng Kingdom with Chu Qianli was, for Wuya, a cause for joy.
It was also because she saw Feng Wuya like this that she ultimately abandoned her intention to stop him.
He had never lived so happily in his entire life.
Happiness was good, even if the road ahead was uncertain and unknown risks awaited.
"Since Consort Yu does not intend to stop me, may I ask why you have brought me here?"
Chu Qianli stared at her back. The distance did not provide much sense of security.
With Consort Yu's power, subduing her would be effortless.
Perhaps her thoughts were too prescient. As soon as the idea flashed through her mind, the figure before her rose into the air and instantly appeared before her.
Chu Qianli did not make a move.
Murong Yu seemed somewhat surprised. Her fingers formed a claw and landed on Chu Qianli's shoulder, easily sealing her acupoints.
"Why aren't you fighting back?"
"I can't beat you, so why should I fight back? Fighting back would only hurt myself. I need to conserve my strength to protect Wuya on the journey."
"You are very clever!" Murong Yu sneered.
"You know that mentioning Wuya means I won't do anything to you."
"Harming me would be of no benefit to Wuya. He might even hurt himself trying to save me," Chu Qianli stated calmly, her voice devoid of emotion.
"To dare to threaten me, it will do you no good either!" Murong Yu was somewhat exasperated, but what Chu Qianli said was the truth!
Chu Qianli, however, was unfazed. "Whatever tricks you want to play on me, hurry up. If I'm late getting back, Wuya will worry."
Murong Yu truly wished she could strangle this girl.
Her mouth was indeed quite stubborn!
But she was right. She really couldn't do anything to her now!
She was truly helpless!
Getting angry was useless!
"With a mouth like yours, one day I will tear it off!"
She grabbed Chu Qianli and leaped into the air. In an instant, the two were sitting on the highest level of Huai Shan Temple.
A place no one could reach.
Chu Qianli's mouth truly couldn't stay idle. "If you tear my mouth off, Wuya will be heartbroken."
"Be quiet!" Murong Yu's long finger descended, pressing her哑穴.
Finally, her ears were clear!
Consort Yu threw her onto the ground and sat cross-legged. Her hands rested on Chu Qianli's back and then suddenly exerted force.
Chu Qianli quickly felt a fiery energy, channeled through Consort Yu's palms, rapidly entering her body.
Consort Yu was sending her power!
For a moment, a slight pang of sorrow flashed through Chu Qianli's heart for this woman.
For her son, she had truly given her all.
Now, she had made herself look neither human nor ghost, her face withered like that of an old woman in her fifties or sixties.
That was why she went to find Feng Wuya, and Wuya couldn't be angry, nor could he hate her, right?
Faced with a mother who had become so miserable for him, how could a son hate her?
If Consort Yu could have found another way, if her methods could have been slightly gentler, many things might not have reached this point.
Just as, if Wuya could have discussed it with everyone a little, instead of using such a drastic method to obtain the蛊, perhaps things would be different now.
This mother and son...
Chu Qianli sighed softly.
Wasn't Prince Wu's way of doing things also inherited from Consort Yu?
But she soon lost the ability to think.
The true qi that entered her body, from fiery hot, quickly turned to bone-chilling cold.
Cold! So cold that she trembled all over, almost convulsing.
Yet, just as she felt she was about to freeze to death, a ball of flame rapidly ignited in her dantian.
It burned her every nerve, tightening, contracting, and trembling!
Finally, she fainted.
... After an unknown amount of time, Chu Qianli slowly woke up.
In her sight, Murong Yu's increasingly frail back was not far away.
She was leaning on the railing, and... spitting blood.
Chu Qianli's heart ached again. This woman was truly insane for her son.
She found that her acupoints had been unsealed.
Slowly, she stood up and walked behind Consort Yu.
She softly called out, "Murong Yu."
Murong Yu's spine stiffened.
She turned around abruptly, glaring at Chu Qianli, the bloodstains still on the corner of her lips.
"Did you kill Long Xiyue?" Chu Qianli's eyes flashed with killing intent.
She pitied her hardships as a mother, but if she truly was the murderer of Long Xiyue, she would never forgive her.
Murong Yu looked stunned, staring at her, her mouth opening.
"You were worshipping Long Xiyue in the cave. As far as I know, Long Xiyue was a prince of Longteng Kingdom. Could it be that you were involved in the coup in Longteng Kingdom back then?"
"You were the one who took Long Xiyue's token?" But she clearly remembered that the one who chased in that night was Feng Yexuan.
"Did Feng Yexuan give Long Xiyue's token to you?"
Were the two of them still so intimate?
Murong Yu felt a surge of frustration, her breath faltering, almost causing her to spit blood again.
Chu Qianli did not pay attention to her questions, nor did she intend to answer.
She took another step forward, her cold gaze fixed on Murong Yu's face, "Long Xiyue, did you kill her?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
If it weren't for the thorough investigation confirming that she was indeed the seventh daughter of the Duke's mansion, she wouldn't have felt at ease entrusting Wuya to her.
But why did she become so nervous and concerned whenever Long Xiyue was mentioned?
Consort Yu straightened her body, wiped the blood from her lips, and gathered true qi in her palm, "What exactly is your relationship with Long Xiyue?"