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

Yu Qingli felt much better after Murong Yue stuffed her with two or three small meatballs. She reached out and carried Murong Yue off the couch, carefully placing her on the ground. "I've already told you, she's not your mother!"

Murong Yue's little face wrinkled, but she quickly put the unhappiness behind her. Just because it's not the case now doesn't mean it won't be the case in the future. Her father said that if she keeps calling him, then it will be fine!

While they were talking, Qingjiu came over with a tray. A bowl of soft and glutinous millet porridge with some refreshing side dishes was very suitable for this season.

Perhaps she was really hungry, so Yu Qingli didn't say much. She just took it and ate it all.

Murong Yan looked back at her elegant yet slightly wild eating habits and couldn't help but laugh. This woman, really is...

Yu Qingli was obviously aware of her own loss of composure, but she didn't care too much. For some reason, when facing Murong Yanhui, she felt inexplicably relieved. She didn't have to pretend so much and didn't have to care so much.

"Thank you for the meal, Your Majesty!"

After eating and drinking to one's heart's content, one naturally had to express gratitude, and Yu Qingli bowed politely.

Murong Yanhui stroked his chin, quietly looking at the woman in front of him, but ordered Qingjiu: "It's late at night, take Yue'er back to rest!"

Murong Yue, who had been munching on meatballs for a long time, quickly refused when she heard this, "Yue'er, don't go back. Yue'er still wants to stay with her mother for a while longer."

Qingjiu had already stepped forward and hugged Murong Yue's small body, "Let's go, young master!" But he secretly added in his heart that the next scene might not be suitable for children!

However, this might be a bit too beastly. Miss Yu has just recovered from a serious illness. Can she withstand the torture of her master? Amitabha, may you be blessed!

Qingjiu took Murongyue away, and Murong Yanhui went forward and pulled Yu Qingli, "How about going out for a walk?"

Without waiting for Yu Qingli's consent, a big hand had already wrapped around her slender waist, leading her to follow his footsteps and walk towards the outside of Linglong Pavilion together.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The air, which had just been washed by the heavy rain, seemed particularly fresh. I walked along the slightly slippery cobblestone path and came to the pavilion by the lake in the villa.

The moonlight is reflected on the silent lake, creating ripples. The night wind blows across the lotus leaves in the lake, spreading them out flatly, creating a unique charm.

Yu Qingli closed her eyes slightly, breathing in the fresh air, her heart gradually calmed down, her gaze fell on the moonlight in the lake, as if thinking about something.

Murong Yan turned around to look at the woman beside her. Her plain clothes could not hide her cold and noble appearance. She had a graceful figure and was independent from the world. There was always a hint of melancholy between her brows, which made people feel distressed.

"How could my father let you take me out?!"

After waking up, Yu Qingli never said a word about how she was rescued, and when asked, she didn't care what had happened to her.

Murong Yan avoided the main point and said, "You have been poisoned. Your father has no antidote and is preparing to bury you. I happen to know the antidote and I promise to send you back within three days!"

Murong Yanhui said it lightly, but Yu Qingli was deeply shocked. What a Yu Zhengsha, what a father! If it weren't for Murong Yanhui's obstruction, would she have already turned into that piece of yellow earth?

Or maybe, this was Yu Zhengsha's original hope.

Yu Qingli lowered her eyes, hiding the sadness and despair in them, and said calmly, "What poison have I been poisoned by?"

"Hundred Days of Drunk!"

Yu Qingli nodded. She had heard of this poison, but she didn't know that Murong Yanhui knew the antidote.

She thought, she already knew who had poisoned her. The fainting in the teahouse half a month ago was probably because of the poison, right?

If it weren't for God's mercy, I would have lost my life at this moment, let alone revenge. Thinking of this, Yu Qingli was truly grateful to the man in front of her.

Although he was unrestrained and unruly, he had never hurt himself in the slightest from beginning to end. Be it in the past life or this life, this seemingly most unreliable man always appeared when he needed help the most.

Yu Qingli bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, I cannot repay you for saving my life. How about I play a piece of music for you?"

Yu Qingli was a famous talented woman in Canghe. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Many young men were vying for the chance to hear her music.

Murong Yanhui's eyes sank slightly, but he was a little interested. He had heard a lot of piano music, but today, he was honored to have the beauty perform on her own initiative.

"Is there any guqin in the villa?"

Murong Yan clapped his hands back, and a figure appeared from nowhere, "Master!"

"Tell Qingjiu to bring me the phoenix-tail harp that I treasure!"

"Yes!"

In a flash, the man disappeared without a trace again, but Yu Qingli was not too surprised. In his previous life, Murong Feng had many such secret guards around him, who specialized in some shady activities, and their hands were basically stained with blood.

She was just a little curious, why would such an idle prince keep secret guards?

Before Yu Qingli could figure it out, Qingjiu was already walking towards the pavilion holding an antique musical instrument case and respectfully handed it to Murong Yanhui.

Slender fingers opened the music case, and a beautiful phoenix-tail harp appeared in front of Yu Qingli.

The body of the guitar is made of fine sandalwood, simple and elegant, and each of the crystal clear strings is made of the finest horsehair. Just looking at it makes people eager to try it.

It’s really a good piano!

A sword goes with a hero, and a harp goes with a beauty!

Murong Yanhui handed the jade zither to Yu Qingli's hands and stroked the smooth body of the zither. Every string touched Yu Qingli's heart, making her want to play it immediately.

Tables, chairs, incense, tea and snacks, everything was ready. Murong Yanhui sat down on the stone bench in the pavilion, quietly waiting for Yu Qingli to play.

Yu Qingli walked to the desk, sat down slowly, took a deep breath, closed her eyes slightly, and placed her bare hands on the strings.

Elegant and moving piano music flowed out from Yu Qingli's hands. The clear timbre drifted away with the night wind, and the lotus flowers on the lake seemed to be listening.

Even though Murong Yanhui had heard countless piano sounds, he couldn't help but admire such a sound. It was elegant and lingering, with a bit of sorrow and weeping, just like a young woman singing mournfully.

The fragrance of tea on the table wafts into your nose along with the freshness of the lake water, and accompanied by the moving piano music, makes you intoxicated.

Even Qingjiu who was standing beside him was standing there in a daze. His sleepiness disappeared instantly, and his previous unhappiness was thrown away. He was overwhelmed by the moving piano music.

After the song ended, Yu Qingli did not move for a long time, and Murong Yanhui was also immersed in the beautiful piano music.

"Clap clap clap!"

Murong Yanhui clapped his hands for Yu Qingli, his eyes full of admiration. It seemed that the reputation of this talented woman in music, chess, calligraphy and painting was not in vain.

Yu Qingli slowly stood up from behind the piano. It had been a long time since she had played so passionately. It is said that the sound of the piano is like the state of mind. Just now, she vented all her negative emotions through the sound of the piano, and now her heart was calm.

"Lili, I didn't expect you to play the zither so well. In that case, I'll give you this phoenix-tail zither!"

Yu Qingli subconsciously refused, "No merit, no reward. Besides, Qingli played the harp only to thank His Majesty. How can I take such a precious harp for myself?"

"This zither can only be used as a decoration in my treasury. Giving it to Lili will allow it to play a more useful role. Besides, in my heart, nothing is more precious than you, Lili."

Murong Yanhui's tone was calm, but her eyes were burning. The undisguised affection in her eyes made Yu Qingli couldn't help but take a few steps back. She couldn't bear such deep affection, nor was she willing to bear the burden of someone else's life.

In this life, she has only one goal, which is revenge. Everything else has nothing to do with her.

Murong Yanhui didn't want her to retreat or escape, so she pressed forward step by step and forced her back to the bench in the pavilion. Yu Qingli fell down on the bench.

Qingjiu couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he turned around and disappeared into the night. The next moment was with the prince and Miss Yu, so it was better for him to avoid them.

Yu Qingli had nowhere to retreat, so she simply raised her eyes and looked coldly at Murong Yanhui in front of her.

Today, he was wearing a black brocade robe, almost blending in with the night. His fair face was angular, revealing an innate coldness and nobility. His phoenix eyes were shining, seemingly indifferent, but affectionate. The slightly upturned corners of his eyes added a bit of charm to his handsome face.

Murong Yanhui gradually approached, almost pressing down with his whole body. His pretty thin lips formed a perfect arc, and he looked at Yu Qingli with a half-smile.

Yu Qingli looked at him coldly, her eyes impartial, without any retreat or fear, she just looked at him quietly and peacefully, but her heart was beating wildly.

A big hand stroked Yu Qingli's head, and his fingers passed through the long black hair, all the way to the ear, and with a light twist, the strand of black hair fell into Murong Yanhui's hand.

He seems to have a special liking for Yu Qingli's hair!

Murong Yanhui looked at the woman in front of him. Under the moonlight, her pretty face looked slightly pale. Her tightly pursed lips and alert eyes told Murong Yanhui that if he dared to do anything inappropriate to her, she would definitely teach him a lesson!

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Murong Yanhui sat down next to Yu Qingli, brought the ink hair in his hand to his lips, and sniffed it gently, "Lili, your hair is really fragrant."

Yu Qingli raised her eyes and said, "If Your Highness likes it, I will give it to you. As long as everything between you and me is done with!"

"You're using a few strands of hair to repay this life-saving favor, Lili. You truly are a profiteer. However, I'm no fool. Do you think I'd do such a deal?"

Deep disappointment filled her eyes, but she regained her composure after a moment. How could she be so naive? The King of Yan was never someone who could be easily dealt with.

"Your Highness, can you please let me go? It's late at night, and a single man and a single woman are meeting in the pavilion. If word gets out, it'll be bad for both our reputations!"

Yu Qingli's tone was cold, and every word she spoke was powerful. She tried to reason with this man.