Long Xinghe's question was very sharp.
Perhaps Murong Yu knew she would have doubts.
She just hadn't expected the question to be so direct.
Feng Wuya fell silent.
He did know, after all.
But he seemed to have something to say but refrained.
Perhaps things weren't as simple as Long Xinghe imagined.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Wuya finally said, "That was over a decade ago..."
Murong Yu, however, interrupted him and met Long Xinghe's gaze.
Some things had been hidden in her heart for many years. This was the first time she had brought them up since they were buried.
"In the beginning, the Yao Ren Bing Tuan was indeed mine."
Long Xinghe didn't speak, but his breathing clearly deepened.
"However, the Yao Ren Bing Tuan you see is different from the one I founded back then."
"More than a decade has passed, and so much has been forgotten when I bring it up now."
"The only thing I cannot forget is that Long Xiyue's death back then was related to me."
"It was you!" Long Xinghe suddenly stood up, staring intently at her face, his breathing extremely erratic.
The true killer of Long Xiyue, whom A Li had been searching for, turned out to be Murong Yu!
"It wasn't my mother," Feng Wuya stepped forward, standing in front of Murong Yu, and said urgently, "It wasn't her!"
Murong Yu looked somewhat surprised.
In fact, her relationship with Wuya had always been poor, precisely because she had made too many mistakes in the past.
When Feng Wuya accidentally witnessed those things, he ignored her for a long time afterward.
It was as if he no longer recognized her as his mother.
"Back then, I truly hated Long Xiyue. No, at that time, her name was Ming Yue."
"Ming Yue?" Long Xinghe heard this name for the first time.
"She was my junior sister back then."
Murong Yu walked to the window, looking out at the dim night.
When some thoughts were buried deep in her heart and she didn't want to recall them, it felt as if nothing had happened.
It was quiet and peaceful.
But once she remembered, the sharp pain in her heart would converge, gradually transforming from a trickle into a tidal wave.
It still hurt so much even now...
Murong Yu's hand fell to her chest, pressing down hard.
Long Xinghe glanced at Feng Wuya, who was also hearing this for the first time, his eyes filled with surprise and shock.
So he didn't know about Murong Yu's relationship with Long Xiyue either.
"You..."
"There was also a junior brother," Murong Yu's eyelids lowered.
Junior brother.
That figure, clad in plain white, elegant, gentle, and like jade, was still so clear in her heart after all these years.
It turned out she still missed him so much.
But she didn't hate Long Xiyue anymore. Could her junior brother come back?
"It was my fault."
Murong Yu took a deep breath, not wanting to mention certain things in front of her son.
When she looked back at them, the emotions that had almost run wild were already hidden.
"Back then, Long Xiyue was my junior sister. Everything she did was better than me. Despite arriving the latest, she had a greater talent for practicing martial arts than I did. In just one year, her martial arts were almost catching up to mine."
One had to understand that she had already been learning martial arts from her master for many years.
Long Xiyue had caught up to her ten years of effort in just one year.
Who could tolerate that?
What was most hateful was that Long Xiyue not only gradually surpassed her in martial arts but also snatched the man she loved the most!