The throbbing pain between her brows gradually subsided after an unknown amount of time.
Chu Qianli's disordered breathing also slowly calmed.
When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was still bright, but it held less innocence and more sharpness.
She looked at the worm held between the fingers of the woman in black, her palm slowly clenching.
It was this so-called Three Corpse Worm that had been suppressing her nerves, even her memories.
It turned out the vast world was truly full of wonders.
In the twenty-first century, who would have believed such inexplicable phenomena existed?
The woman in black tightened her grip. The worm was completely crushed and casually tossed onto the ground.
"Senior," Chu Qianli said, bowing respectfully, "Thank you!"
"You owe me, and I will collect it eventually."
So, what was there to thank for? It was merely a transaction.
The woman in black turned, seemingly about to leave.
"Senior, I still don't know how to address you?"
"You are so clever, what difficulty would there be in finding out my identity?"
Chu Qianli had just stood up when the woman in black spoke.
Then, the shadows of the trees swayed, the wind picked up, and in an instant, the woman in black vanished without a trace.
Ronghua Palace, the secret passage in the sleeping quarters. She had taken Feng Yexuan, healed him, then found her too ugly and clinging to Prince Xuan...
Chu Qianli's eyes darkened slightly.
This woman in black was no other than the legendary concubine, Consort Rong, who was rumored to have died many years ago!
The true mother of Feng Yexuan and Feng Jinrui!
Why did she refuse to stay in the palace and choose to live like this?
Why did Feng Yexuan refuse to speak of it, not wanting to mention a single word?
Why did Feng Yexuan seem like a different person after she took him away?
Did Prince Xuan, all these years, not know that his mother was still alive?
Chu Qianli faced the wind, gazing in the direction Consort Rong had left, her expression unreadable.
This matter was far more complicated than she had imagined.
What had Consort Rong been plotting all these years of forbearance?
To make her son the emperor?
Given the Emperor's affection for her, as long as she was alive, making her son the crown prince would have been easy.
Why the need to feign death for so many years?
No, Consort Rong's plans must be far more than that!
The night was deep.
The wind was cold, and the air felt chill.
She stood in the darkness for an unknown duration, until her clothes were damp with mist, before she suddenly came to her senses and turned, heading towards Prince Xuan's mansion.
However, along the way, she was suddenly overcome by a feeling of loneliness.
Yes, solitude.
Everyone seemed to harbor their own secrets.
Everyone had their so-called difficulties.
In the world, it felt as though she was the only one left...
When she was only one street away from Prince Xuan's mansion, Chu Qianli was stopped by two figures.
"Xiao Yao."
Ye Qingying walked quickly towards her.
But as he got closer, his steps slowed.
He saw a different Xiao Yao.
Her eyes were as clear as ever, but they held a frostiness he could not approach.
She was not Xiao Yao.
She was Chu Qianli.
The real Chu Qianli had returned.
"You... you remember everything?"
"What is it you wish to ask?"
Chu Qianli's gaze swept over the girl behind him before returning to him.
"Are you asking if I remember your care along the way, or are you asking if I remember the process of you injuring me and handing me over to Yu Linglong?"