Long Yue ca to Li Qingmu’s side, sat down slowly, and silently watched him.
The feeling of being stared at was hard to endure; Li Qingmu turned his face away and whispered, "It’s the Daliang Princess."
Long Yue was stunned for a mont, almost unable to believe her ears.
The Daliang Princess, wasn’t she his...
Long Yue’s small mouth opened wide, almost biting her tongue.
"When I was severely injured and fell into the river, it was her n who arrived in ti to save !"
"Then, the Demon Sound Spell, was it her doing?"
"What Demon Sound Spell?"
Li Qingmu looked bewildered, then thought of the constant echoing voice in his mind and imdiately understood.
So that’s how it is!
Ha!
He laughed coldly; this Demon Sound Spell shattered the last shred of fantasy he had about his mother.
As she said, the long bonds between child and parent can make one numb, but likewise, the desire for power can make one ruthless, cutting ties and breaking love!
"It seems, she is ultimately only the Daliang Princess!" and not my mother!
A trace of sadness flashed in Li Qingmu’s eyes but was quickly concealed; he had known about this matter long before, since Princess Nianxi ca to Shengjing City. Li Qingmu knew that his mother was different from other won!
She had ambitions, endless desires, she loved power, loved being high above and overlooking the masses!
This kind of mother was not the one he wanted.
But she was still his mother!
"A Mu, why is your face so pale?"
Long Yue turned her head and found Li Qingmu’s face frighteningly white, even his lips had lost color.
She looked at him in panic, worried about his physical condition.
But in reality, he was just feeling gloomy since it was his biological mother. Anyone in his situation would not be feeling good.
"I’m fine, probably just hungry, Yue’er, could you get sothing to eat?"
"Alright, I’ll go now!"
Li Qingmu being hungry was a good sign, indicating his body was recovering; the worst was having a weak body but no desire to eat.
Long Yue’s feet still had many blood blisters from wear, though Yun Jin had treated and bandaged them, stepping on the ground was still painfully piercing. Yet Long Yue dared not complain, enduring the pain as she walked out.
Li Qingmu was occupied with thoughts about the Princess Rong Si, so he overlooked Long Yue’s injured feet until she had gone out far beyond the door.
But by then, she was far away, and it wasn’t appropriate to call her back.
He sat there dumbly on the bed, occasionally turning his head to look at the scene outside the window, the sa rushing river flowing by.
"Co out."
After a mont, he said in a deep voice.
As his voice fell, a white figure abruptly appeared above his window; it was a young woman, but only looked young. Li Qingmu had seen her before; she was a female official beside Rong Si, at least in her thirties.
"If there’s sothing to say, just say it!"
His expression was sowhat impatient, slightly annoyed.
The female official wasn’t bothered by Li Qingmu’s attitude; she slightly bowed, saluted, and said, "The Princess is about to leave; may I ask if the young master has decided?"
She was asking whether Li Qingmu wished to go back to Daliang with them.
Li Qingmu’s expression looked wooden, his deanour a bit dazed; he lowered his gaze and said faintly, "Let’s talk about it later!"
The female official nodded, "Very well, I shall report this to the Princess, farewell!"
The surrounding light flickered for a mont, and when Li Qingmu looked up again, the person had vanished without a trace.
He lowered his gaze and let out a disdainful laugh.
...
In the Kaiyang County Suburb, beside a luxurious carriage, Rong Si stood elegantly. She had veiled her face, concealing her stunning appearance, quietly waiting.
Before long, the female official returned, knelt and bowed, "Princess, I am guilty; I failed to bring the young master."
"No matter, I know he definitely won’t co!"
Rong Si waved her hand lightly and asked, "What did he say?"
"The young master said, talk about it later!"
"Oh?" Rong Si smiled faintly, "Just those three words?"
"Yes!"
"Good!" Rong Si’s smile grew broader, she gracefully walked onto the carriage, "This ans those words still have so effect on him; at least he is considering! Let’s go back!"
Everything must be done in moderation; although Rong Si was eager to take Li Qingmu back to Daliang, she knew not to be too hasty, lest it backfire.
The child...
Such a grown child, no longer under the control of the mother!
"Move!"
The female official shouted loudly, and the carriage began to move slowly, gradually becoming distant.
The curtain on one side slowly lifted, revealing Rong Si’s exquisite face; she gazed at this land, her eyes showing a dreamy look, one day she would return here, and by then, this place would certainly be the territory of her Daliang!
...
"A Mu, it’s ti for your dicine!"
Long Yue bit her lip, winced slightly, her feet still had blood blisters; even though they were popped and dicated, walking was still painful.
But she couldn’t show it, as Li Qingmu would definitely not let her serve him if he knew.
She wouldn’t feel assured letting anyone else serve him!
Thus, Long Yue walked awkwardly to Li Qingmu’s bedside and handed the dicine over.
Li Qingmu looked at her slightly frowned brow, forced smile, and sighed lightly, "Yue’er, don’t pretend; if you keep pretending, I won’t let you bring the dicine for to drink."
Long Yue’s little face turned blue then blue again, and she huffed, "Who’s pretending? You’re the one pretending; you’re best at pretending!"
She finished and sat down beside Li Qingmu then grimaced.
Her feet hurt so much!
Seeing her chubby, pouting little face, Li Qingmu felt a softness in his heart, gently gathered her into his arms, and leaned his head on her shoulder.
The tip of his nose filled with the faint scent of i Hua Xiang, familiar yet warm.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Suddenly, he felt an unbearable pain in his ribs and started coughing violently; Long Yue quickly turned around to pat his back.
"Drink up, quickly take the dicine; you’ll feel a lot better after drinking it!"
Long Yue, disregarding the couple’s intimacy, hurriedly handed over the dicine, feeding him one mouthful at a ti.
"Yue’er..."
After drinking the dicine, Li Qingmu rembered what Duanmu Nan had previously told him, and his eyes couldn’t help but darken.
Once again, during this period, he had sustained severe injuries, which, according to Duanmu Nan, might result in lingering ailnts in the future. If that’s the case...
That wasn’t a future he wished to see.
He would beco a worthless person?
He clenched his fist under the covers, his heart sowhat tornted.
Actually, he was fine; he simply didn’t want to see Yue’er suffer.
"Master said that after suffering repeated injuries several tis, they might leave behind future ailnts, but A Mu, you don’t need to worry too much. Master also said you’re still young; with proper care, you can still recover your health. Just don’t overexert yourself; look at you, always running around even when injured!"
Long Yue didn’t notice the darkness in his eyes and muttered to herself, "With this drought situation, stop worrying about it; let Mr. Cui handle it, and focus on healing. Honestly, if you keep running around when injured, do you believe I’ll tie you up and imprison you, hmm?"
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