After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

When they were making the deal, Murong Yanhui only said that he would exchange the information for his favorite thing, so Yu Qingli thought that Murong Yanhui wanted her body. But now, it seems that she was wrong. Murong Yanhui didn't say what exactly she liked.

Damn it, it seems like she was tricked without any trace.

Murong Yan stroked his chin and said, "Keep it secret for now!"

"You!" Yu Qingli suddenly suppressed her anger. "No more waiting, Your Majesty. This is what we agreed upon in the beginning. Since you won't accept the reward for the transaction today, then after today, we are even."

Murong Yanhui chuckled secretly. "You've learned this skill of shirking your debts quickly. You're a teachable kid!" However, I have plenty of ways to get back what belongs to me. Yu Qingli, you're still a little naive to try to shirk your debts with me.

Seeing that Murong Yanhui had no objection, Yu Qingli relaxed a little, but looking at Murong Yanhui's mysterious eyes, she vaguely felt that King Yan might have another trick up his sleeve?

But if the enemy comes, we will fight him; if the water comes, we will block it with earth. She, Yu Qingli, is not afraid!

Yu Qingli finished what she was about to say and turned to leave, but she heard Murong Yan come back and sincerely invite her, "Since you're here, how about having lunch together before leaving?"

Yu Qingli paused. It seemed that she was indeed hungry. She had not eaten anything since morning. However, it was somewhat inappropriate to sit at the same table with Prince Yan.

Just as he was hesitating, Murong Yanhui had already started giving orders, "Qingjiu! Invite Yue'er to come over for dinner as a farewell party for Miss Yu!"

Such serious words coming out of Murong Yanhui's mouth made Qingjiu want to pick his ears. Could it be that there was too much earwax and he heard it wrong? When did his prince become so... serious?

A sharp gaze shot over, Qingjiu shrank his neck and said, "Go, go right now!"

Upon hearing the news that Yu Qingli was leaving, Murong Yue almost ran over, with snot and tears all over her face, and her big watery eyes looked as pitiful as a loyal puppy who heard that its boss was going on a long journey.

"Mother, mother, where are you going? Aren't you going to play with Yue'er anymore? Do you hate Yue'er?"

The little thing wiped the tears on Yu Qingli's coat without any scruples, unable to hide her sadness. Yu Qingli stood still. Although she admitted that these few days of getting along made her like the child a little more, she knew in her heart that she and the child would not have any intersection in the future.

Instead of giving him vague and hopeless hope, it is better to stay away from him from the beginning.

Thinking of this, Yu Qingli squatted down, looked into Murong Yue's bright eyes, and said seriously, "Little brother, I am not your mother, never have been."

Looking at her reflection in the child's eyes, and seeing more and more tears gathering in those glass-like eyes, Yu Qingli knew that she was going to make the child cry.

Sure enough, with a cry of "Wow...", the five-year-old boy could not bear such a blow and finally burst into tears.

"Mother...Mother...you're lying...Yue'er...I hate mother the most..."

Murong Yue was truly heartbroken. He and his father had traveled extensively together to pick up beautiful women over the years, yet when had he ever been treated like this? There were so many beautiful women who hadn't thrown themselves at him, yet his enthusiasm had no effect on this Sister Yu.

This unprecedented feeling of failure! How could his little heart bear it?

The more Murong Yue thought about it, the sadder she became, and the more tears she shed. However, Yu Qingli slowly stood up, showing no intention of going forward to comfort her. There was only an inexplicable sadness and indifference around her.

Looking at Murong Yanhui on the side, he didn't seem to have any intention of comforting her. Only a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes, and then he looked at Yu Qingli mysteriously.

Qingjiu, who came with Murong Yue, couldn't stand it any longer. He secretly criticized in his heart, "It's okay that the prince is cold-blooded, but Miss Yu is also so cold-blooded. Bullying the weak is really too much! Too much!"

Qingjiu took two steps forward, hugged Murong Yue, and bowed respectfully to Murong Yanhui, "Your Highness, I'll take the young master away first. Enjoy yourselves!"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, and without waiting for Murong Yanhui's order, he hugged Murong Yue, who was still sobbing, and turned to leave Linglong Pavilion.

Humph! They're both so inhumane, no wonder the prince fell for this beauty... No, she should be called a cold-blooded beauty!

This little episode obviously did not affect Murong Yanhui's mood at all. He clapped his hands, and immediately servants and maids came in carrying exquisite trays. It seemed that everything had been prepared long ago.

Since it was time for lunch, Yu Qingli was not going to be polite. This might be the last meal she could eat in peace. After leaving the villa, she had to be cautious and tread carefully every step of the day, and she was afraid that she would not be in the mood to enjoy delicious food.

Thinking of this, Yu Qingli walked to the round table, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, swept away the previous unhappiness, and waited to feast on the food.

Murong Yanhui's lips curved into a perfect arc, and with a glance, the leading servant lifted the upside-down lid on the exquisite tray, and a burst of fragrance filled the air!

What a nice smell! For Yu Qingli, who was already starving, such delicious food was indeed a great temptation, but the taste was still fresh in her memory.

"This is crispy lotus chicken, a famous local delicacy. I'm sure the Prime Minister has taken Lili to try it, right?"

As Murong Yanhui spoke, she picked up a piece of chicken with the silver chopsticks in her hand and put it in the bowl in front of Yu Qingli.

Yu Qingli, who originally wanted to enjoy a feast, suddenly lost her appetite. Why was Yu Zhengsha mentioned for no reason?

But when she thought about it, when she was little, Yu Zhengsha actually took her to eat Furong Chicken once. This is the signature dish of Taotielou, the most famous restaurant in the area. Only three servings are made every day, and anyone who wants to eat it must make a reservation in advance.

Yu Qingli vaguely remembered that day was the day after Yu Zhengsha was appointed as Prime Minister and before he was about to go to Beijing to take up his post. The joy on his usually dignified and upright face could not be concealed. After sending away the guests who came to congratulate him, he took himself and his mother in a light carriage and booked a private room in Taotie Tower.

It was on that day that she ate what she thought was the most delicious food in the world at the time. Thinking about it now, it was probably because she was in a particularly happy mood while eating.

Seeing that Yu Qingli had not picked up her chopsticks for a long time and was just staring at the plate of lotus chicken, Murong Yan signaled the servants to bring the other dishes to the table one by one.

"This is the colorful eight-treasure rice, this is the sweet and sour mandarin fish, and this is the carved pork tenderloin..."

Yu Qingli looked over and saw that the dishes on the table were either fish or meat, with only a few traces of vegetarian dishes in the colorful eight-treasure rice.

Yu Qingli frowned. With such a huge pile of meat and fish, where should she start? She raised her eyes and glanced at Murong Yanhui with a questioning look.

As if she understood her confusion, Murong Yan opened her thin lips slightly and said, "You are too thin! You need to eat more!"

Yu Qingli was speechless. What did it have to do with him whether she was thin or fat?

Murong Yan replied seriously, "She's too thin and it's uncomfortable to hug her!" As she spoke, she continued to put food into Yu Qingli's bowl.

Just at this moment, a servant came in with a tray. Looking at the extremely large tray, Yu Qingli couldn't help but feel curious. What was this?

"This is grilled sturgeon..."

As soon as the lid was opened, Yu Qingli was stunned. She saw a black object like charcoal on the tray. Judging from its shape, it should be a fish.

In just a moment, Yu Qingli's face turned pale. She stared at the grilled fish on the plate, feeling mixed emotions. It was as if she was back to that day when she personally found her mother's charred body from the ashes.

Her chest began to churn, making her face look even uglier. She stood up in a hurry, even knocking over the chair behind her. She rushed out in a panic, holding onto the willow tree by the pond and retching, her face pale.

Murong Yanhui suddenly remembered something, his expression turned cold, and he shouted at the servant in a low voice: "Who ordered the grilled fish to be served? Why don't you take it away!"

The servant looked aggrieved. This was clearly an order from Your Majesty, so why are you blaming them now? However, he didn't dare to say a word. He just hurriedly took the grilled fish back. What a pity to throw away such a good thing!

Yu Qingli by the pond had already vomited all sorts of things, as if she wanted to pour out her intestines and clean them out. Her mouth was filled with bitterness, and she didn't eat a single bite of the food, but instead vomited it all out.

Only when her stomach was empty and she couldn't even spit out a drop of saliva did Yu Qingli slowly stand up. However, because she had been retching for too long, she felt dizzy, staggered, took two steps back, and fell into someone's arms.

"Sorry, it was my fault for being careless this time!"

The words of apology came from behind, which surprised Yu Qingli a little. She calmed down and stood up straight, like a proud snow lotus, frail but full of pride.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. Qingli lost her composure and ruined your pleasure! We bid farewell now and will never meet again!"

After a few cold words, Yu Qingli turned around and left without looking back, completely ignoring the annoyed look behind her.

Damn it! He didn't mean to do that.

Back in the room, Mei Hong had already packed up and was just waiting for Yu Qingli to come back. Seeing that she had only been out for a moment and her face was pale, she couldn't help but ask with concern, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, the weather is too hot, I just got a little heatstroke."

Mei Hong was stunned. It wasn't even the beginning of summer yet, so how could it be so hot? But looking at Yu Qingli's pale face, it really looked like she had heatstroke. What should she do?

"Miss, how about I wait for you to rest for a while, and then we can leave in the evening."

"No!" Yu Qingli flatly refused. She had to leave as soon as possible. Her mother's ghost was still calling her, and she couldn't stay for a moment! Absolutely not!

"But Miss..."

Mei Hong's face was filled with worry. "What happened to the young lady?" "No matter how anxious we are, we have to wait until we feel better, otherwise everything will be in vain, right?"

"It doesn't matter! Meihong, I don't have much time, I can't afford to delay! Let's go, let's go now!"

Yu Qingli turned around and left without hesitation. She couldn't stay even for a moment!