Wen Yu's face was expressionless, only a simple smile, but Wu Qing said he was not Yin Xuan, was it because he was jealous, or was Wen Yu really not Yin Xuan?
However, regarding inviting him into the valley, it wasn't something she could decide. Wu Qing was cold and aloof, never liking others to disturb his life. It was already difficult enough to let these little beggars in, so she didn't dare to make this decision.
"Wen Yu, we?"
Qing Yao was about to refuse, but unexpectedly, Wu Qing from behind suddenly said, "Okay."
He saw the provocation in Wen Yu's eyes, that kind of look that said if you're a man, then compete fairly. Did he fear him? Yin Xuan loved Qing Yao so deeply, yet Qing Yao still chose him.
What right did Wen Yu have to contend with him? Besides, he didn't want to monopolize Qing Yao. He simply disliked people like Wen Yu, who were clearly deep in thought. Such people were likely up to no good.
"Wu Qing?" Qing Yao exclaimed in surprise. Wu Qing smiled gently, reached out, and held her. "It's alright. Since he helped us, it's only right for us to invite him to stay in the valley for a couple of days."
"Oh," Qing Yao nodded. Was it really like that? Why did she feel a strong sense of conspiracy? Wouldn't these two men fight?
"Alright, if that's the case, then let's get in the carriage and go."
Two or three carriages sped past, heading straight for Wu Qing Valley.
Lush mountains, birds flying by. When the group arrived at Wu Qing Valley, the sky was nearing dusk. The entire mountaintop was enveloped in a golden halo. Those man-eating flowers, as enchanting as dripping blood, were scattered across the marsh, exuding a strong smell of blood. Even the brave felt a slight tremor.
Wu Qing's figure flashed, and he leaped into the air. His wheelchair lightly tapped the marsh, flying rapidly towards the valley.
The others followed, with Wen Yu and his subordinates at the very rear. They naturally understood and followed the group into the valley.
Inside the valley, peach blossoms were in full bloom. Although it was late autumn, the peach blossoms still bloomed brilliantly. When the wind blew, they fluttered down to the ground.
The valley had a pleasant climate, like spring all year round. As the group passed through the peach grove and stood on the stone steps, they heard a sweet, small voice.
"Ming Yue, I want to go out of the valley."
"Oh my, didn't we agree? They'll be back soon. Don't be anxious," Ming Yue's voice not only carried fatigue but also endless desolation, as if he could no longer bear the torment.
Qing Yao's eyes darkened, and her face showed a hint of anger. She didn't expect that the girl would start tormenting people the moment she spoke. Just as she was about to call out to her.
Mo Chou and Mo You, who were by her side, cried out in surprise, "Little Miss can talk! That's amazing!"
Qing Yao rolled her eyes and let out a furious roar, "Little Fish, are your skin itching?"
As soon as her voice fell, a small figure rushed out of the room rapidly. Dressed in a pink dress, with a beautiful peach blossom bun on her head, large eyes, and brimming with spirit, she shrieked with joy the moment she saw Qing Yao, smiling as happily as could be.
"Su Chen, you're finally back."
Her words stunned everyone. What did Little Fish mean by that? Qing Yao's face darkened, and she abruptly rushed forward, picking up the little girl and heading straight into the room.
Everyone outside the door looked at each other. What was going on? The reunion between mother and daughter was truly unique.
Inside the room, Qing Yao looked sternly at the small figure, a tender and cute little girl. She didn't expect that in just a few months, she would not only be able to talk but also walk. However, what she said made no sense.
"Little Fish, what did you just call me?"
Qing Yao looked at her coldly. Little Fish, also known as Qiao Nan, cringed and said softly, "Su Chen, I'm sorry. I know you won't forgive me easily, but I really want to apologize to you."
After speaking, Little Fish lowered her head. Although her soul was Qiao Nan's, she was also her offspring. Having experienced the shadow of death that time, Qing Yao had already forgiven her from the bottom of her heart.
"Alright, the past is the past. Since you've been reborn into my womb, you'll be my daughter from now on. And you must be extra filial and helpful to me, otherwise, I'll be too lazy to bother with you."
As soon as Qing Yao finished speaking, Little Fish heard the implied meaning and looked up in surprise. Her eyes were slender and well-shaped, her eyelashes thick and dense, making them particularly expressive. The corners of her lips curved into a smile, and she asked cautiously, "Have you forgiven me? Really?"
"Yes, but if you're not filial to me, or dare to anger me, I'll immediately kick you out."
Qing Yao threatened fiercely. Little Fish immediately raised her hands obediently and promised, "Okay, I promise to be filial to you from now on. If anyone bullies you, I'll definitely rip out their tendons, skin them, and steam them."
She was clearly a little girl, yet her words were filled with fierceness and bloodlust, her gaze chilling and frightening.
Qing Yao clapped her on the head and declared sternly, "From now on, call me Mother. And don't call me by my old name. My current name is Mu Qing Yao, and you are Mu Xiao Yu. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mother, I understand."
Little Fish giggled, appearing exceptionally joyful. She never expected her wish to finally come true.
Su Chen had forgiven her. Oh, no, she should say Mother had forgiven her, because she was Little Fish, Mu Xiao Yu. There was no longer Su Chen or Qiao Nan in the world, only Mu Qing Yao and Mu Xiao Yu.
Outside the room, in the corridor, the group was worried about the little person, wondering how her mother would punish her.
Who knew that pleasant laughter would then be heard? Everyone was surprised again, and finally dispersed. Wu Qing ordered the servants to settle the Third Prince and his subordinates in the guest rooms.
Because no one had ever entered Wu Qing Valley before, there were no independent guest rooms. The so-called guest rooms were in a room not far from them, which was usually unoccupied. Since the Third Prince had come, he would stay there for now.
Wu Qing's room.
Ming Yue looked miserable, and it was evident that he had become much more haggard. As he tidied the room for his young master, he choked out, "Young master, it's fortunate you returned. You've saved my life. If you had returned any later, you wouldn't have seen me."
After speaking, he turned around. On his sunny face, a dark cloud loomed.
Wu Qing raised an eyebrow in surprise, the corners of his lips curving slightly. He said faintly, "Who upset you?"
"Little Fish. That girl is not human at all. She's a little devil. Young master, don't think she's just a little thing; she's no different from a monster." Ming Yue finished speaking, then glanced around cautiously, as if afraid the little girl would turn around from behind the screen. Finally, he shivered in agreement.
Wu Qing found it hard to believe. Little Fish was just a child, yet Ming Yue was this terrified. It couldn't be, could it? A monster? How could he think of calling a child a monster? He ignored him, propped himself up with one hand, and sat on the bed, paying no attention to Ming Yue.