Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 437 - 436: What exactly is the relationship between

Chu Qianli remained silent, waiting for Murong Yu to continue.

But Murong Yu did not continue the conversation on that subject.

"My foolish son, he really does like you so much," she turned her head back again, looking into the distance at the night sky.

"His body is already in such a poor state, yet he still desires what you desire, willing to do what you wish."

Chu Qianli still said nothing.

She knew of Wuya’s affection for her.

"I really should have stopped him, trekking through mountains and rivers is certainly not good for Wuya."

But Murong Yu just sighed softly, and her words at this mont carried no hint of anger.

"Yet, like this... it’s also good. In his whole life, I have never seen him have such a strong wish, willing to leave ho despite the long and arduous journey."

Wuya’s life had been so bland it made people question if he was really a young man.

Perhaps a long journey was not beneficial for his health, but on that night when she went to see him, before she even entered, she heard him instructing Tie Xin to pack his things.

He was very ticulous, preparing the luggage for the trip.

This was the first ti Murong Yu had seen her son so passionate about sothing since his birth.

His words were still calm and mild, but she could clearly hear a touch of anticipation in them.

It turns out, her son was also a young man.

It turns out, her son also had things he liked, people he cared about.

Traveling to Longteng Country with Chu Qianli was, for Wuya, sothing to be happy about.

And because she saw how Wuya was, she eventually gave up on the idea of stopping him.

He had never lived so happily in his life.

Being happy was good enough, even if the future was uncertain, without knowing how many more risks awaited.

"Since the Princess Consort does not intend to stop us, may I ask, why have you brought here?"

Chu Qianli stared at her back, not feeling much safety at this distance.

With the Princess Consort’s martial skills, subduing her would be effortless.

And just as she wondered if her thoughts were truly so intuitive, the figure in front of her suddenly rose into the air and appeared beside her in an instant.

Chu Qianli did not make a move.

Murong Yu, however, seed sowhat surprised. Her fingers shaped into a claw and fell on Chu Qianli’s shoulder, easily sealing her acupoint.

"Why don’t you fight back?"

"I can’t beat you, why would I fight back? Fighting back would injure myself; I need to conserve my strength to protect Wuya on our journey."

"You are very clever!" Murong Yu sneered coldly!

"You know that by ntioning Wuya, I won’t do anything to you."

"Injuring holds no benefit for Wuya; he might even hurt himself trying to save ," Chu Qianli said, her tone calm and undisturbed.

"Daring to threaten brings you no benefits either!" Murong Yu was sowhat stifled, but what she said was the truth!

Chu Qianli remained dismissive: "If you want to try sothing on , just get on with it. If I return late, Wuya will worry."

Murong Yu really wanted to strangle the wretched girl.

Her mouth was indeed too tough!

But she was right; right now, there was truly nothing she could do to her!

She was indeed powerless!

Fuming did no good!

"With that mouth of yours, one day I will tear it up!"

She picked up Chu Qianli with one hand, leapt up, and in a blink, the two were sitting on the topmost level of Huaishan Temple.

A place no one could reach.

Chu Qianli’s mouth really couldn’t stay still: "If you tear up my mouth, Wuya will be heartbroken."

"Shut up!" Murong Yu’s long finger fell, touching her mute point.

Finally, so peace and quiet!

The consort, Princess Yu, dropped her to the ground, seated cross-legged, and placed her hand on her back. Suddenly, she exerted force.

Chu Qianli quickly felt a scorching breath rapidly invading her body through Princess Yu’s palms.

Princess Yu intended to transfer her power to her!

For a mont, a faint sourness swept through Chu Qianli’s heart for this woman.

For the sake of her son, she had truly given her everything.

Now, she had made herself look neither human nor ghostly, her face as worn as that of an old crone in her fifties or sixties.

So when she sought out Feng Wuya, Wuya couldn’t be mad, nor could he hate her, could he?

Faced with a mother who turned into such a pitiful state for his sake, as a son, how could he harbor hate?

If Princess Yu could have chosen another way, perhaps a little gentler in her thods, many things might not have been beyond redemption.

Just like if Wuya could have discussed with everyone instead of using such a decisive thod to obtain the Gu, perhaps things would now be completely different.

This mother and son...

Chu Qianli sighed silently.

The way the Fifth Prince acted, wasn’t it inherited from Princess Yu?

But soon she was unable to think any further.

The True Qi that had invaded her body turned from scalding hot to bone-chilling cold in an instant.

Cold! So cold that she trembled all over, almost convulsing.

Yet just when she felt she might freeze to death, a fla rapidly ignited in her dantian.

It burned so fiercely that every nerve was taut, contracting and trembling!

At last, she passed out.

...After an unknown period of ti, Chu Qianli slowly awoke.

In her vision, the increasingly frail silhouette of Princess Yu was close by.

She leaned against the railing, vomiting blood.

A wave of sourness once again swept over Chu Qianli’s heart. This woman, for her son, was truly mad.

She found that her acupoints had been released.

Slowly, she stood up and walked behind Princess Yu.

She called out softly, "Murong Yu."

Murong Yu’s spine stiffened.

She turned around abruptly, glaring at her, the blood on her lips not yet dispersed.

"Did you kill Long Xiyue?" Chu Qianli’s eyes briefly flashed with a murderous intent.

She pitied her for the bitterness of motherhood, but if she truly was the murderer of Long Xiyue, she would never let her go.

Murong Yu looked astonished, staring at her and opening her mouth.

"You were paying tribute to Long Xiyue in the cave. As far as I know, Long Xiyue was a prince of Longteng Country. Could it be that you were involved in the coup of Longteng Country back then?"

"The person who took Long Xiyue’s token, was it you?" But she clearly rembered that on that night, the one who pursued into the darkness was Feng Yexuan.

"Did Feng Yexuan give Long Xiyue’s token to you?"

Are the two of them still that close now?

Murong Yu felt a stuffiness in her chest, and her breathing beca labored, almost causing her to vomit blood again.

Chu Qianli did not take her questions to heart and naturally did not answer them.

She took another step forward, her chilly gaze locking onto Murong Yu’s face, "Did you kill Long Xiyue?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

If she hadn’t verified thoroughly that she was indeed the seventh daughter of the Duke Residence, she wouldn’t have felt at ease entrusting Wuya to her.

But why did she seem so nervous and concerned every ti Long Xiyue was ntioned?

Princess 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?"