Chu Qianli naturally knew who Chu Lingyang was referring to.
She just hadn't expected Chu Lingyang to become so agitated.
Even more surprisingly, Chu Lingyang didn't know that Uncle Jiu was still alive.
The Ninth Prince of that year truly "died," and truly "died." Apart from Feng Wuya and the younger generation like Feng Yexuan, he hadn't even told his closest confidant.
He really "died" very convincingly.
However, Chu Qianli still didn't know the exact nature of Chu Lingyang's relationship with Feng Dingchu, so she didn't answer Chu Lingyang's question directly.
"Lord Ling, please let me speak," she said in a deep voice, her attitude not entirely cold.
However, it wasn't particularly warm either.
Chu Lingyang then realized his actions were inappropriate.
But he was still very excited. After letting her go, he stared intently at her face, "Little girl, quickly tell this king, is he... is he really still alive?"
Chu Qianli still didn't speak, only looking at him quietly.
"Speak up!"
"Your Highness, there are many things I cannot say," she whispered.
Chu Lingyang's heart tightened. He had already guessed, but he just needed her to give him a definitive answer.
"This king promises you, I will never ask you where he is, nor will I inquire about any news related to him. This king just..."
Chu Qianli suddenly took two steps back.
Chu Lingyang didn't know what her actions meant. He felt uneasy, "Little girl, did I... did I frighten you just now? This king apologizes, please don't be angry..."
Suddenly, Chu Qianli shifted her left foot, and in front of him, she traced a peculiar path.
She stepped away from the ground, leaped up, her footsteps treading on tables and chairs, as if weightless, before returning to the ground.
But the moment she landed, she stumbled, almost falling.
Chu Lingyang's eyes welled up with moisture.
He quickly stepped forward, his palm gently supporting her, his palm wind easily lifting Chu Qianli's swaying body.
Chu Qianli steadied herself by holding onto the table corner and looked up at him.
The iron-boned Lord Ling actually had a hint of tears in his eyes.
But he quickly turned his face away, not wanting her to see his tears.
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Lingyang took a deep breath and suddenly strode towards the door, "Someone, prepare wine!"
Good wine and dishes were quickly brought to the pavilion in the courtyard.
Chu Lingyang appeared to be in a very good mood, better than ever.
As soon as the wine was served, he poured himself a full cup.
"This king will drink by himself. You, little girl, should just have some fruit wine."
"Mm," Chu Qianli nodded, picking up the fruit wine and taking a sip.
The taste was actually quite good.
Looking at Lord Ling again, he was truly drinking by himself, drinking with great joy, not like someone drowning their sorrows.
The way he drank seemed genuinely happy.
"This king knows that no one but him can perform this footwork. Heh, this king knows."
After several rounds of drinks, he was drinking alone as if toasting someone, and in the blink of an eye, he had consumed several jars.
He didn't seem drunk yet, but the smell of alcohol was already very strong.
"You girl, what is your relationship with him? Why won't he even see this king, but is willing to see you?"
Chu Qianli was about to say something when she heard Chu Lingyang suddenly say in a deep voice, "If this king were to threaten you with your life, would he come to see this king?"