Chapter 1562 Is it Grief, or Relief?
Chu Qianli pouted, "Don't you like it? If you don't like it, then I..."
"I like it, I like it!"
Feng Yexuan scooped her into his arms, his entire body tense with excitement!
"I like it! Li'er, Li'er, I'm sorry, I... thank you, thank you, Li'er!"
Her name was Hua Rongniang!
She called her mother!
This meant she was willing to accept Hua Rong.
Feng Yexuan had never thought he would be able to make the two of them reconcile and turn their enmity into friendship.
But he never imagined that his Li'er, his woman, could be so magnanimous!
Chu Qianli, held in his arms, felt an unspeakable heaviness in her heart.
If Hua Rong were not dead, she might not have been able to call her "mother."
The person is dead, the lamp is out, why bother with a dead person?
It was all in the past, wasn't it?
"Now, can you lie down so I can remove the蛊 for you? If we don't remove it soon, they'll bring Feng Ling, and you won't be able to escape."
This time, Feng Yexuan didn't say anything more and obediently lay down.
Every movement sent searing pain through the wound on his shoulder blade. In fact, his forehead and face were covered in cold sweat.
But he didn't groan once.
Chu Qianli's heart ached as she watched him, but at this critical moment, she had no time to dwell on her feelings.
To remove the 蛊, according to the method Hua Rong had told her, their blood needed to be mixed, ten drops.
Soon, the acupoint on Feng Yexuan's heart began to stir.
Something was rolling within the flesh.
Feng Yexuan's gaze deepened.
Chu Qianli placed her index finger to her lips, signaling him to remain still.
Before long, the 蛊 worm finally broke through the flesh and emerged!
With a swift, silent movement, Chu Qianli brought down her knife.
The 蛊 worm was cut in half and rolled onto the ground.
As Feng Yexuan sat up, he saw the 蛊 worm curl into a ball and wither at a visible rate.
This was the 蛊 that his own mother had, along with others, placed on him, with the intention of controlling him.
Inwardly, he couldn't help but feel wronged, but at this point, his grievances were of no use.
He stood up, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Yexuan, I'll... take you to see your mother first."
...
The wind tonight was strong, chilling one to the bone.
Hua Rong was dead.
Blood stained the ground.
But her face seemed peaceful.
Feng Yexuan stood by the bedside, looking at his mother's corpse, his expressionless.
Even his heart felt numb.
He didn't know if he felt grief, or if he suddenly felt relieved.
He realized that he, too, had such a dark side.
He had even forgotten to be sad.
Instead, anger brewed within him, growing stronger.
"Yexuan..."
"I'm not sad," Feng Yexuan's voice was faint, so soft that it was difficult to hear if one wasn't listening carefully.
Chu Qianli remained silent.
Although he said he wasn't sad, she knew his heart still ached.
However, the feelings Hua Rong had given him, the desire for revenge, outweighed filial affection.
He sometimes feared he would doubt if his own mother had ever truly loved him.
"Before she died, she asked me to convey a few words to you."
Hearing this, Feng Yexuan still didn't move, his gaze fixed on Hua Rong's corpse, his face devoid of any emotion.
Chu Qianli said softly, "She said her obsession has been released. If you have no desire for the throne, then... go live the life you want."