Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 880 - 879: Is It That I Don’t Trust You, or You Don’t Trust Me?

Chapter 880: Chapter 879: Is It That I Don’t Trust You, or You Don’t Trust Me?

This time, Murong Yu merely looked on quietly at Chu Qianli.

Just like before, she seemed to have no intention of avoiding her.

But Chu Qianli’s dagger, this time, was aimed at her heart.

Just as before, it stopped just as it was about to pierce her heart.

The blade’s wind, as always, wounded her, yet it was a very shallow wound—so shallow that this time, one could hardly even see any blood.

"Murong Yu, I really can’t see through you. Who exactly are you?"

She certainly had the scent of a Medicine Man on her, but she knew that Chu Qianli wanted to kill her and she did not try to hide.

To say that she was the person behind the Medicine Man Corps, would be something Chu Qianli couldn’t convince herself of.

"What in the world happened back then?"

"I did something unforgivable to your mother. The harm I caused her is irremediable. However, it wasn’t I who killed her, nor was I the one who poisoned her."

"So, was my mother truly poisoned by someone and forced to fall off a cliff to her death?"

Though it has been over a decade since the incident occurred, at this moment, Chu Qianli’s heart was still aching dully.

It seemed that even the Emperor knew only a part of the story, not the whole.

Someone poisoned Long Xiyue, someone sent Medicine Men to kill her, and someone directly drove her off a cliff.

Chu Qianli’s heart was bitterly painful.

Just how much suffering did her mother endure back then?

Why must these people be so ruthlessly relentless?

"The matters of the past involve too much; there are things that even now I don’t understand."

This time, Murong Yu’s mood seemed to have relaxed.

Looking at Chu Qianli, there was even a trace of gratification in the depths of her eyes.

"You are even smarter than Long Xiyue, but be careful of the people from that year..."

She didn’t continue speaking. From outside the window, a hint of movement could be faintly discerned.

The air in the courtyard was stirring.

Chu Qianli also noticed that someone had arrived.

A master.

Yet there was no killing intent, not even the scent of danger.

She had already guessed who it was.

Murong Yu walked to the window.

Chu Qianli still held the dagger in her hand and took two steps forward: "Murong Yu..."

"I am still searching for the answers myself. But rest assured, I will definitely give you an explanation!"

Let this be her way of atoning for all the evil deeds she had done in the past!

"Please believe me, ever since Wuya fell ill, I no longer wish to do evil. For the rest of my life, I only hope Wuya lives safely and unharmed."

"But I did make mistakes. As long as Wuya is unharmed, I will spend the rest of my life trying to repay what I owe!"

The door was pushed open just as Murong Yu had left moments before.

Feng Yexuan’s gaze was deep as he quickly walked to the window: "Who was here?"

"It wasn’t some random man."

Those words made Feng Yexuan’s expression slightly better, but his taut gaze was still largely devoid of warmth.

"Unwilling to tell this Prince?"

"How much of your matters are you willing to share with me?"

Their eyes met, both speechless.

Feng Yexuan turned back to look at her and watched her for a long time before suddenly stepping forward, reaching out to draw her into his embrace.

But this time, Chu Qianli stepped back, avoiding him.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes: "Do you not trust this Prince?"

"Is it I who doesn’t trust the Prince, or is it Prince Yexuan who doesn’t trust me?"

Chu Qianli let out a hollow laugh, weak and helpless.

"If you trusted me, why would you hide everything from me?"

"So, that’s why you had Fu Ning investigate this Prince?"

Feng Yexuan let out a cold snort, displeased: "If this Prince hadn’t discovered her in time and sent her back, do you think she’d still be alive by now?"