Qingyao said nothing. Seeing his expression, many things were self-evident. He was indeed a prince of the Danfeng Kingdom, but why would the Empress abandon her own child?
Seeing that Wuqing didn't want to say more, Qingyao stood up and spoke softly, "Rest for a while. Don't overthink things."
Qingyao walked out. Beyond the long corridor, the moonlight was strong, casting a pale glow over the entire valley.
The moon hung above the willow branches, exceptionally clear.
Mochou and Moyou called out, "Master, what's wrong?"
They weren't entirely clear about what had happened in the flower hall earlier because Qingfeng and Mingyue had stood a bit far away. It wasn't appropriate for them to get too close to eavesdrop. Moreover, the voices in the hall were not loud. Only Ji Xue's booming voice could be faintly heard, and it even mentioned something about an Empress. Wasn't that the female emperor's main consort?
"Let's go back. Wuqing is a bit tired. Let him have some quiet time."
Qingyao was speaking to Mochou, but actually instructing Mingyue, who immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, Miss Mu."
Little Fish darted over from the side and exclaimed, "Mom, who was that woman who just came out? She's so imposing!"
Little Fish had wanted to go in and take a look, but Mochou had held her back forcefully, saying she was afraid she would disturb their conversation. She really didn't know what it was that was so mysterious.
"She is the Crown Princess of Danfeng."
After speaking, Qingyao turned and walked towards her room along the corridor. She said nothing the whole way. The surroundings were silent, only the chirping of insects by the wall could be clearly heard.
In the darkness, Little Fish immediately let out a "waka waka" sound, spouting nonsense.
"No wonder her eyes and nostrils are pointed upwards! So it's the Crown Princess, the future Empress, right? What did she come here for?"
Little Fish blinked her eyes and kept asking questions. Qingyao pretended not to hear and continued to walk forward. Seeing that her mother ignored her, Little Fish turned to Mochou and asked, "What did she come for? She's not here to snatch Young Master Wuqing, is she?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the few people walking in the corridor froze. They looked at the figure in front of them in confusion. Why did the master seem unaffected? Didn't she like the young master?
Qingyao was the opposite. The pain in her heart was no less than Wuqing's. She had never dreamed that Wuqing was actually a prince of the Danfeng Kingdom, abandoned ruthlessly by the Empress. Since they had abandoned him back then, why were they giving him poison now? The thought of this made Qingyao's face look extremely displeased, and she quickened her pace, heading straight for her room.
What should she do now? Should she go to the Danfeng Kingdom to find that Empress?
But she was not familiar with the Danfeng Kingdom, so she might not be able to see him. Moreover, what did that man want by drugging Wuqing? Wuqing wouldn't tell her at all.
The few people quietly followed Qingyao back.
Because Qingyao had something on her mind, her face was cold, and a layer of chill enveloped her. Little Fish wisely retreated to sleep, and Moyou also withdrew. Only Mochou stayed by her side, speaking softly.
"Master, go to bed early. We can talk about anything tomorrow."
Tonight, although the master said nothing, she could feel the overwhelming sorrow emanating from her, which seemed about to drown her. Since learning that Young Master Wuqing had been cursed, the master had lost a lot of weight and was worried about it every moment, which made her feel heartache.
She couldn't help but feel a trace of blame in her heart. Didn't Young Master Wuqing know the suffering the master had endured? If he truly cared about the master, he should have told her the cause and effect, and then they could have found a solution together, instead of hiding it like this, making himself uncomfortable and also causing discomfort to those around him.
"Okay," Qingyao nodded. Seeing Mochou's heartache for her, she said softly, "I'm fine. Don't worry."
Could she really be fine? Seeing her face becoming thinner and her eyes exceptionally large, although it didn't detract from her beauty at all, this was not what someone who was fine looked like. However, Mochou said nothing. She served the master to wash up, get into bed, and then washed herself and lay down on the soft couch beside her to rest.
The night grew deep.
Several figures swept past rapidly, like ghosts in the dark night, silently and swiftly crossing the barrier in front of the door. In a blink, they headed east, following the long corridor, searching carefully and cautiously, quickly identifying one of the bedrooms.
The leader waved his hand and coldly and charmingly commanded.
"Kill them. Leave no one alive."
The speaker's voice was clear and pleasant. It was Ji Xue, who had been sent away by Qingfeng. She hadn't left at all but had returned with people. Behind her were the Four Imperial Guards, who were exceptionally skilled. Upon receiving the master's order, they flashed their bodies and slipped in through the window.
Inside the room, Qingyao and Mochou had already leaped up, warily staring at the expressionless women who had just entered through the window.
As soon as these women approached the bedroom, they sensed a killing intent and were already fully alert. Upon seeing these women, Qingyao's lips curled into a cold smile, and she called out to the outside of the window.
"Ji Xue, I expected you to do something like this. It's not your style to not launch a sneak attack, you scoundrel. You dare to kill your own sister to seize the throne, let alone launch a sneak attack."
Qingyao's old words ignited Ji Xue's anger outside the window. Her sharp voice rang out piercingly.
"Kill her. This hateful woman."
After speaking, she leaped in through the window. The small bedroom suddenly became crowded. Qingyao was not afraid. She looked at Ji Xue with a wild, enchanting gaze, her lips curling into a chilling smile.
"If you want to fight, let's fight outside."
Saying this, she picked up the small Phoenix Tail Qin and stepped out of the bedroom first. In a blink, she flew out rapidly, as fast as lightning, and even more like a dragon. This small move astonished Ji Xue and her four guards. This woman's martial arts were likely very powerful, not much worse than theirs. However, as soon as Ji Xue thought of how this woman had embarrassed her, and that even the beautiful Wuqing liked her, she became unwilling. This woman had to be eliminated.
"Attack me."
Ji Xue led the Four Guards and rushed towards the outside of the door. Her skills were also superb, so she didn't fear Qingyao in a short period.
Mochou would not let her master be alone. She also followed behind the few people and rushed out. The few people began to fight on the ground below the long corridor.
Weapons clashed, making humming sounds and sending sparks flying. The commotion here quickly alerted Moyou, who was sleeping in the room next to them. Moyou quickly rushed over and joined the fight.
Qingyao was entangled with Ji Xue. The Phoenix Tail Qin became more and more majestic, as if it had spiritual intelligence, and its power was much greater than before, as it merged with the master's soul. She suddenly raised it, drawing an arc in the air, and a jade-colored light shot out. Ji Xue was greatly alarmed. She flashed her body and leaped into the air, dodging it.
She never dreamed that Qingyao's martial arts would be so formidable. What was even more important was that her moves were very strange, completely desperate moves, each strike fatal, pressing forward step by step, giving the feeling of mutual destruction.
It was precisely because of her arrogant and overbearing demeanor, and the chilling aura emanating from within and without,
that Ji Xue was soon at a disadvantage. And the four guards she brought were no match for Moyou and Mochou. With two people against four, it was more than enough. In a short while, the four people were panting from exhaustion. With a moment of carelessness, one was hit by Mochou's sword.
The long sword cut through the guard's long shirt, and blood stained half her forearm. She let out a soft groan of pain and continued to pounce forward. Moyou and Mochou did not retreat at all and pressed forward step by step.
Soon, three of the four people were injured. One was so seriously injured that her wrist tendons were severed by the sword. The sword clanged and fell to the ground.