C147 (1/2)

Chu Yunge heard each and every sob and sob in his heart, as if it was broken into pieces.

Although she was just a wisp of an otherworldly soul, she had received the love of both Murong Xue'er and Chu Jing since this era. How could she not be moved? Furthermore, she had inherited Chu Yunge's original memories, so she had long since treated Murong Xue'er and Chu Jing as her own parents.

The sobs were even more unbearable than when he stabbed a knife into her body. Traces of bitterness emerged in Chu Yunge's eyes.

Feng Yi walked over from the other side of the tunnel and also listened under the bed. After a while, he pulled Chu Yunge away and pointed towards the north.

Chu Yunge closed her eyes and retracted the pain.

Crying, would never solve the problem, so Chu Yunge never cried either.

Feng Yi pulled Chu Yunge to a place, and raised the fire piston in his hand high up, illuminating the wheel above his head. Chu Yunge skillfully pressed it against the stone piece by piece, and Chu Yunge had the impression that the exit over the stone was also a hidden place within the flowers, so she was not very careful.

Pushing open the gap with Feng Yi, they went to take a look.

It was also a bright room, and a window that was half hidden and half closed. Only, this time, it was closer and Murong Xue'er's face could still be seen quite clearly.

Murong Xue'er sat on the side of Chu Jing's bed and held Chu Jing's hand. Her nerves were a little sluggish, as she continued to look at Chu Jing, without blinking her eyes, and tears flowed down her face. Chu Yunge's heart ached upon seeing that in the two months she had been gone, Murong Xue'er had lost a large amount of weight.

The flesh on his face had already disappeared, his cheekbones were protruding, and his eyes were deep black, as if they had been painted with smoky makeup. His lips were pale, and both his hands were red.

His red eyes gazed into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone to return.

Her face was dark green, and her lips had already turned a deep purple. The hand that Murong Xue'er was holding onto was also deep purple, and because of that, she hadn't eaten a single meal for the past two months. Adding to the pain from the erosion of her bones, she was so skinny that only her skin was left, and her hands were like the claws of a crow.

Late at night, at noon, Murong Xue'er looked out of the window, but there were no returns or miracles, she had already endured for more than a month. On one hand, she hoped that there were people outside the window, and on the other hand, she did not want anyone to come.

Murong Xue'er turned her head to look at the guards that were surrounding her as well as the hidden weapons at every corner of the room. Even those with high martial skills would only be able to walk this path if they were caught.

Chu Yunge's hands trembled a little. Why did it turn out like this? If not for this special situation, she would not have recognized that the two people in the room were her royal father and her mother.

A generation of kings and emperors, elegant and elegant, a generation of queens and queens under the heavens, how could they have changed into such an inhumane and devilish appearance?

Worryfree Hall! Chu Yunge once again engraved these three words in her heart. It wasn't enough to kill Grandfather and torture mother back then, but now she had to kill his most beloved disciple, Chu Jing, and continue to torture her.

”Xiao Ge, look at your mother's table.”

Chu Yunge's eyes were bloodshot. She had resisted the urge to rush up to the table, and when Feng Yi looked at the table in front of mother, there was a sumptuous meal placed on it. It should have been brought in during dinner, but even with so much fish and meat, it only seemed like there was one or two mouthfuls of rice missing from the table beside mother.

If she did not eat, she would have died. Murong Xue'er would not even be able to eat.

Murong Xue'er spent a night and night like this, and two months of time seemed to have aged a few years. If this continued, then if royal father left, Murong Xue'er would definitely accompany him.

Feng Yi put down his hands. Right now, it was already almost noon, and time was almost up, and people were gradually beginning to move about in the palace. Feng Yi pulled the absent-minded Chu Yunge and followed the path they took previously, rushing back.

The harm that the Worryfree Hall had done to royal father and mother was irreversible. Even if royal father's poison was cured, she wouldn't be able to recover her original health, Murong Xue'er would just cry everyday, the tears would just be the blood of her heart, and no one would be able to heal this kind of permanent wound.