For a long time, no one spoke in the room.
Tie Xin had also gone back to rest.
The sleeping quarters were quiet inside and out, with only the occasional sound of wind passing by the window.
After an unknown period, Feng Wuya sat up and looked at the tall, slender figure by the window.
"I owe her."
"What does that have to do with you?"
"A child pays for the mother's debt; it is only natural." Feng Wuya leaned against the bed, his gaze fixed on an unknown corner.
"Although Long Xiyue was not killed by my imperial concubine, she is inextricably linked to her. In this life, my mother and I both owe her, and we can never repay it."
The person by the bed turned, staring at his face, still clearly defined in the darkness. "What do you intend to do?"
"I haven't thought it through yet, but I must do something for her."
Feng Wuya was not a pessimistic person, nor did he wallow in self-pity or engage in such pointless lamentations.
He met Feng Si's gaze and smiled faintly. "When do you plan to let her know your identity?"
"She has forgotten everything from her past. What difference does it make whether she knows or not?"
Feng Si withdrew his gaze, turned back, and looked at him. "She said that for you to recover your health is the greatest help to her. Don't act recklessly, just wait for her to return."
He was leaving.
Feng Wuya looked at the empty sleeping quarters, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.
A long, long time ago, he had unintentionally overheard his imperial concubine confessing, and her confession was directed towards Long Xiyue.
His imperial concubine asked the person in the portrait if it was because she had committed too many sins in the past that her son had to suffer for her?
She devoutly worshipped Buddha and paid homage to Long Xiyue, all to atone for her sins and to bring more blessings to her son.
Since learning of Feng Wuya's illness, Consort Yu had been regretting it every moment for over a decade.
She believed that her own mistakes had brought misfortune to Wuya.
That year, the young Feng Wuya, upon hearing this, was so anxious that he wanted to sever ties with her.
Finally, Consort Yu promised never to make mistakes again, and only then did she receive his forgiveness.
As he grew older, Feng Wuya also matured and began to understand and empathize with his mother.
Who is without fault?
As long as his imperial concubine sincerely repented, he could forgive her.
However, Long Xiyue could not, and Long Xiyue's daughter even less so.
If it hadn't been for his mother that year, Long Xiyue might not have died.
A'li would not forgive his mother.
He also did not want to use his relationship to soften A'li's heart or put her in a difficult position.
What is owed to A'li must be repaid.
Whether it was his imperial concubine or himself, it was the same.
... That night, Chu Qianli felt restless.
Tossing and turning, she woke up before dawn the next day.
After carefully studying the terrain map given to her by Wei Qiong, she immediately packed her things and left.
Fu Ning had already prepared snacks and provisions for her journey.
"I told you, I don't lack these things. You don't need to go to so much trouble in the future."
Chu Qianli still felt warm inside. It was a rare and precious thing for someone to treat her sincerely.
"Big Brother left early. He couldn't wait for you to wake up, but Big Brother had a few words he hoped I could convey to you."
Fu Ning said gently, "Big Brother wants you to be extremely careful."
"I know." Chu Qianli picked up the cloth bag containing the snacks and walked towards the horse, eating as she went.
Fu Ning followed. "Miss, you never carry a bundle when you go out."
"I have my ways." Some secrets were hard to hide from those around her, but she didn't want to explain now.
"Anyway, I won't be lacking anything, so don't worry. And..."
After mounting the horse, Chu Qianli looked back in the direction of Feng Wuya's sleeping quarters.
"Take good care of Wuya. Tell him I'll be back as soon as possible and ask him to wait for me at the Prince's mansion."
Feng Wuya had slept too late last night, and it wasn't even dawn yet. She wanted him to sleep a little longer.
Fu Ning nodded.
After finishing a few tea snacks and drinking two cups of water, Chu Qianli immediately tugged on the reins and rode her horse out of the back courtyard of the Prince's mansion.
Not long after leaving the back courtyard, there was a small military camp belonging to Prince Ding.
Behind Prince Ding's military camp, not far away, was Wei Qiong's military camp.
There was a connecting road between the two military camps and the military camp outside the city.
In other words, as long as Chu Qianli held Wei Qiong's token, she could leave Dragon City via this special route without passing through the city gates.
Chu Qianli, holding the token, quickly exited the city via this special path.
Afterward, she headed straight for Langya Peak, not resting for a moment along the way.
It was almost evening.
She was already very close to Langya Peak.
If she traveled through the night, she could reach it after tonight.
However, Langya Peak was heavily guarded. If she spent all her energy on traveling tonight, she might not have the strength to deal with the guards tomorrow when she arrived at Langya Peak.
In the end, she found a quiet hilltop and stopped.
Chu Qianli bought a simple tent, set it up, and then bought some sulfur to sprinkle around it.
After ensuring that no snakes, insects, or rodents would disturb her at night, she hid in the tent and began her dinner.
After traveling all day, she was truly exhausted.
Before long, she fell into a deep sleep.
Until, the bell rang.
It was the bells she had tied with thin threads to the trees around the tent.
In the middle of the night, ordinary people would definitely not notice them.
As expected, someone was trying to ambush her!
The moment the bell rang, Chu Qianli woke up. She put on her night-robbing attire, quickly left the tent, and disappeared into the night.
But she didn't expect to hear the bell without seeing the thief!
It was that group of Fusang ninjas again!
Chu Qianli slightly turned her wrist, and a bottle of something appeared in her hand.
As the cold wind brushed past her ear, Chu Qianli suddenly flicked her wrist, and the powder from the bottle scattered out.
Fluorescent powder. The Fusang ninjas had no idea what this was, but the ninjas lurking around could no longer use their invisibility techniques.
One by one, they were instantly revealed in the darkness.
Even Feng Si, who was sitting on a treetop not far away, looked somewhat surprised.
This woman still had some skills.
Chu Qianli didn't give the Fusang assassins a chance to react. She turned her wrist, and her short knife glinted a faint silver under the moonlight.
"Ah..."
The two assassins closest to her immediately fell to the ground, cut down.
The other assassins were completely helpless now. Unable to use their invisibility, they could only fight head-on!
But how could Chu Qianli's martial arts be matched by them?
In just over ten moves, eight of the ten Fusang assassins had fallen.
The remaining two, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, turned to leave.
Chu Qianli's long fingers tightened, and a silver needle landed in her hand. With a few swift movements.
One of them fell to the ground in response.
But the other had already gone quite far.
Chu Qianli's heart tightened, and she quickly moved to pursue.
She couldn't let him return with fluorescent powder on him. If the person behind them was truly Long Xinghe, Long Xinghe would definitely recognize this as something from the twenty-first century!