Chu Mu…

Mu Yunjin tilted her head and thought for a moment. Her mind felt somewhat empty, and she couldn’t think of any other names at the moment, so she nodded, “Then let’s call him this for now.”

Chu Li nodded.

“Are you feeling unwell anywhere?” Chu Li asked Mu Yunjin.

Mu Yunjin shook her head, looking at the child in Chu Li’s arms. “I never expected this child to have spiritual energy within him. Otherwise, with the poison Qingmeng had been giving me these past few months, this child would have died long ago.”

This child had saved both himself and her.

Presumably, this was something Qingmeng hadn’t anticipated.

According to Qingmeng’s plan, she should have already died along with her child, and perhaps would have transmigrated to some unknown dynasty.

Speaking of Qingmeng, Mu Yunjin sighed softly, pressing her lips together, thinking silently that after her confinement period, she would deal with all these people and matters at once.

…

…

She didn’t want to continue dragging things out.

Moreover, now that Chu Li had regained his memories from his previous life, only by eliminating these villains could the three of them quickly live a peaceful life.

Hearing the words “spiritual energy,” Chu Li carefully looked down at the child again, secretly probing, and indeed detected waves of spiritual energy.

In the past, he might have had some questions about this.

But now that he had recovered Si Qing’s memories, he wasn’t surprised that this child possessed spiritual energy.

The two leaned against the bed, and with each other’s company, their wounds and illnesses gradually ceased to hurt.

…

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard.

“Don’t stop me! I want to kill that bitch Qingmeng!” Song Chun was preparing to rush toward the prison of the prince’s residence for the fifth time, knife in hand.

Huang Yan and Ding Xian hurriedly blocked him. “Hey, hey, hey, slow down, don’t be impulsive. His Highness and the Princess Consort will handle Qingmeng.”

“But I can’t stand it! Why did it have to be her?” Song Chun’s eyes were red with anger; he couldn’t make sense of this.

Zixiang, his poor Zixiang!

If only he had stayed with Zixiang a bit longer that day, she wouldn’t have encountered Qingmeng!

Seeing this, Huang Yan sighed, “This matter, not just you, even I can’t understand how it could be Qingmeng. By all accounts, she had no reason to be bought by Qiuye. It’s truly strange.”

“Exactly, unless…” Ding Xian started speaking, drawing out his words.

Huang Yan and Song Chun looked at him.

“She was possessed?” Ding Xian suggested.

At these words, Huang Yan and Song Chun inexplicably shuddered, breaking out in goosebumps.

Hua Ying, who had just finished changing the medicine on Qiqi’s eye wounds, walked out and unexpectedly heard Ding Xian’s words. She stopped and looked over at the three of them.

“Don’t overthink it. That person is Qingmeng,” Hua Ying said.

Hearing someone suddenly speak, the three looked toward Hua Ying.

“How are you so certain?” Huang Yan asked.

“She simply betrayed us. It has little to do with ghosts or possession. As for why she betrayed us, I’m afraid only she can tell us that.” Hua Ying crossed her arms, feeling quite annoyed at this point.

On her first day at the prince’s residence, she had detected the scent of Nux vomica emanating from Mu Yunjin’s body, but when she examined it further, she found the scent only similar.

Later, after smelling it several more times, she gradually focused her suspicions on the pregnancy medicine Qingmeng brought to Mu Yunjin daily.

Over time, she indeed noticed some peculiarities.

Later, she also told Mu Yunjin about this.

Upon hearing this conclusion, Mu Yunjin was initially incredulous, but later became more cautious and had stopped drinking the pregnancy medicine these past few days.

They had originally planned to deal with Qingmeng after some time, but who knew Qingmeng would expose herself so quickly?

It was truly unexpected…

Hearing Hua Ying say this, the three fell silent.

No one had anticipated that Qingmeng would be the mole. After such a major stumble, it was hard to know who they could truly confide in anymore.

“How is Miss Qiqi doing?” Ding Xian changed the subject, not wanting to add more sorrow to the topic of Qingmeng.

“After three more days of medicine, she will regain her sight,” Hua Ying replied.

Ding Xian nodded, “That’s good.”

Just as they were speaking, a figure in azure hurriedly ran in from the direction of the gate. It was Jiang Qingxue, who had rushed in travel-worn. Upon seeing Huang Yan and the others, she immediately spoke urgently, “What exactly happened? How could she give birth prematurely at only seven months?”

Jiang Qingxue had only left the prince’s residence a few days ago and had just reached the borders of North Ming Country when she heard from a scout that Mu Yunjin had gone into premature labor. She had anxiously galloped back at full speed.

“It’s a long story, but mother and child are safe,” Huang Yan smiled, reassuring Jiang Qingxue.

Hearing that mother and child were safe, Jiang Qingxue immediately relaxed.

“Where is Yunjin?” Jiang Qingxue asked.

“She’s resting with His Highness,” Huang Yan answered.

Jiang Qingxue nodded and sat down nearby, catching her breath. “Then I won’t disturb their rest for now.”

“Are you sure mother and child are safe?” After sitting down, Jiang Qingxue asked again.

Huang Yan nodded firmly.

After a moment, Jiang Qingxue asked, “Is it a boy?”

“Yes, a boy.”

Jiang Qingxue pressed her lips together. For a child born at just over seven months, being so premature yet arriving safely was truly a blessing amid misfortune.

Fortunately, they were all fine.

Not long after Jiang Qingxue sat down, two more figures appeared at the entrance—one old, one young.

“Grandma, walk faster, we’re running late!”

“I know, Grandma is old and can’t walk fast. Yu’er, wait for Grandma.”

Hearing these voices, everyone looked up. Except for Jiang Qingxue, the rest were surprised.

What wind was blowing today to bring Elder Murong here?

It was truly remarkable…

Upon seeing these people, Murong Rusu maintained a tense expression. “I heard there was a major incident at your residence last night?”

They all nodded.

“Where is Li’er?” Murong Rusu asked.

“He’s resting with the Princess Consort,” Huang Yan answered honestly.

Adding at the end, “Elder Wind Xuan sustained serious internal injuries and is recuperating in that empty pavilion.”

Hearing this, Murong Rusu glared at Huang Yan, displeased, “Too much talk!”

“Grandma, let’s go heal Grandpa Wind Xuan so he can recover quickly…” As she spoke, Yu’er had already pulled Murong Rusu’s hand, heading toward the empty pavilion.

Before leaving, Murong Rusu glanced at Jiang Qingxue sitting nearby, her brow slightly furrowed.

Jiang Qingxue, upon meeting Murong Rusu’s gaze, was also slightly startled, feeling a familiar sensation in her heart.

Although from their conversation just now, she had mostly guessed who this person was, that brief exchange of glances gave her an indescribable feeling.

It was as if they had met somewhere long ago…

After Murong Rusu’s figure disappeared from view, Huang Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Every time I see Elder Murong, I feel a bit scared.”

“You also have times when you’re afraid?” Ding Xian raised an eyebrow.

“Huh, you’re not afraid of her?” Huang Yan countered.

Ding Xian fell silent.

…

Mu Yunjin needed to observe postpartum confinement, and Chu Li needed to heal his wounds, so neither could leave their beds easily.

So once the two had rested sufficiently, a group of ‘visitors’ entered the room.

After entering, Jiang Qingxue first inquired after Mu Yunjin’s well-being for a while, then looked at the child Mu Yunjin had given birth to—truly small, making her initially hesitant to hold him.

She could hardly believe she was already a grandmother.

After treating Elder Wind Xuan’s injuries, Murong Rusu also walked in, leaning on her cane. Upon entering, she first looked at the child in Jiang Qingxue’s arms, then towards Chu Li and Mu Yunjin on the bed.

“Master,” Chu Li called out.

Murong Rusu nodded, sighing lightly, “For you to sustain such serious injuries, the process must have been quite spectacular.”

“Master speaks truly,” Chu Li smiled faintly.

Beside them, Ding Xian brought a chair for Murong Rusu, while Yu’er ran to Jiang Qingxue’s side to look at little Chu Mu.

After sitting down, Murong Rusu gave Mu Yunjin and Chu Li a profound look, “Now, all conditions are ripe.”

Chu Li and Mu Yunjin naturally understood what this meant.

They exchanged a glance, then both nodded to Murong Rusu in tacit agreement.

Murong Rusu’s eyes revealed a glimmer of deep meaning as she said softly, “The beginning of the seventh month, Tiansheng Continent.”

After saying these seven words, Murong Rusu stood up and didn’t linger in the room a moment longer, slowly walking out, as if she had come just to say these seven words.

The beginning of the seventh month…

That meant they had less than two months…

Tiansheng Continent…

That was Wind Moon Cliff in North Ming Country…

Everything finally seemed to be concluding. Most of the people in the room felt a subtle stirring in their hearts, mixed with a sense of melancholy.

Seeing Murong Rusu walk out of the room, Mu Yunjin glanced at Jiang Qingxue and remembered an important matter.

Those two were mother and daughter!

When would she be able to clarify this matter…

Thinking this, she looked at Chu Li beside her.

Chu Li was also looking at her, and said to her in a low voice, “Wait a while, there will be an opportunity.”

Mu Yunjin nodded, then pondered Murong Rusu’s tone earlier. Was her attitude in favor of their side, or was she maintaining neutrality?

Given the current situation, she shouldn’t be helping Qiuye and his people.

Damn it, it was her fault. Had she known, that day at Thorny Cliff, she should have killed Qiuye directly. She had only crippled one of his arms, yet he had managed to cause trouble again.

And that black-robed figure was also fortunate to be alive—even falling into the hot spring hadn’t killed him.

The saying “evil lives a thousand years” was indeed true.

…

The visitors didn’t stay long in Chu Li and Mu Yunjin’s room, as both needed rest in their weakened state.

After everyone had left, Mu Yunjin leaned into Chu Li’s embrace, her tone soft and sweet, “My lord, why is our current life still so full of hardships?”

“Huan’er, we already have a child—you call this hardship?” Chu Li raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of love and tenderness.

Hearing this, Mu Yunjin smiled, “That’s true. Compared to our previous life, we are already quite blessed in this one.”

“Heaven gave us a chance to be reborn; it’s not meant to be wasted,” Chu Li held Mu Yunjin, bending down to kiss her forehead.

Mu Yunjin nodded, holding Chu Li’s hand tightly.

In their previous life, they had perished beneath the Mortal Life Tree.

In this life, they would certainly live together for a long, long time.

…

The beginning of the seventh month.

Come quickly.