After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

She looked Chu Yinyin up and down several times, wondering if this girl was up to something again and trying to play a trick on her.

But Chu Yinyin looked so shy that she wanted to bury her face in the ground. There was no trace of her usual sharp and mean nature at all. It seemed that what she said was actually true.

Murong Ling'er's thoughts couldn't help but drift away. Recalling her first encounter with Chu Lingfeng, he always had a cold face and distant eyes. At that time, he only wanted to get the jade pendant back from her and didn't have any extra enthusiasm for her.

Later, he helped the Chu family several times by chance, and gradually, there was warmth in Chu Lingfeng's eyes when he looked at him. But when did it start that there was some other feeling in his eyes?

She tried hard to search her memory, but found that Chu Lingfeng's figure appeared more and more in the past. Unconsciously, he seemed to have become part of her life.

"Miss Murong, Miss Murong? Are you listening..." Chu Yinyin waited for a long time, but there was no response from Murong Ling'er. She only saw her eyes were empty, as if she was lost in deep thought. Helplessly, she had to raise her voice and called out several times.

"Ah? What's the matter?" Murong Ling'er finally came back to her senses, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Chu Yinyin scratched her head awkwardly, then continued to ask, "Ms. Murong, do you have any special feelings for my brother? For example, do you also have a good impression of him? When did it start?..."

"Stop! Why are you getting more and more ridiculous?"

Murong Ling'er heard her words becoming increasingly outrageous, and she hurriedly spoke out to stop her, her face a mixture of laughter and tears. "Chu Yinyin, first of all, I have never expressed my love for Chu Lingfeng. Secondly, I already have a son, and at this stage, I wouldn't consider a personal relationship with him. So, don't bring up such things again in the future."

Just then, a breeze blew by, and the willow trees next to it swayed gently. The slender willow branches brushed across the water, creating ripples, as if trying to smooth over the awkward atmosphere.

Chu Yinyin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Murong Ling'er coughed lightly, turned around and was about to leave, but her steps unconsciously slowed down, as if something in her heart was holding her back.

"Miss Murong, I... I really didn't mean it." Chu Yinyin stammered, her face full of regret and uneasiness.

Murong Ling'er raised her head slightly, her eyes cold and clear: "Forget it, no need to say more, I still have to go to the stream to take a look." After that, she took light steps, turned around and left, her clothes fluttering in the wind, like a resolute cloud.

Chu Yinyin looked at the receding figure, feeling sad in her heart. She knew very well that her rash confession for her elder brother would push their relationship into an even more awkward situation.

Would Murong Ling'er avoid her elder brother in the future? Would she become even more distant from him? The more Chu Yinyin thought about it, the more frightened she became. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

After returning home, Chu Yinyin was like a frightened quail. She buried this embarrassing incident deep in her heart and dared not mention it to anyone.

Chu Lingfeng was still kept in the dark, completely unaware that Chu Yinyin had leaked the secret that he had been carefully concealing.

At this moment, Murong Ling'er seemed calm, but her heart was like the surface of a lake blown by a spring breeze, with ripples everywhere.

Her thoughts drifted back to the past, and her son Murong Chen's cunning and probing looks and words flooded her mind. Back then, he always intentionally or unintentionally asked about his opinion of Chu Lingfeng. Could it be that by then, this clever little guy had already seen through everything? Murong Ling'er shook her head helplessly, but a doting smile played at the corner of her mouth.

"Mom, please slow down!" Murong Chen's clear voice rang out by the stream.

Murong Ling'er was immersed in her memories when she accidentally felt a sharp pain under her feet. She lowered her eyes and saw a sharp branch across her instep. Fortunately, her body was strong and the branch only scratched the skin of her instep, causing it to turn slightly red, without penetrating into the flesh.

"Sister, how are you?" Huo Zihao's eyes instantly turned red when he saw this, and the harpoon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He was full of regret. He was so focused on harpooning the fish that he didn't notice Murong Ling'er approaching at all, which led to such a disaster.

"Mom, don't move, I'll help you up."

Murong Chen was extremely anxious, and there was a hint of tears in his voice. He remembered the painful experience of being injured while spearing fish. A big gash was made on the instep of his foot, and the piercing pain was still unforgettable. His mother's skin was so delicate, and it must have hurt a lot.

Murong Ling'er was about to speak to stop them, but several children surrounded her without saying a word and "lifted" her ashore with their hands and feet. It looked as if she had been seriously injured.

Murong Ling'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She looked at the group of nervous children with both anger and amusement. "You guys! My foot is just a little red, and there's no bleeding. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Everyone placed her on a clean stone and discovered that the back of her feet was only slightly red.

Huo Zihao breathed a sigh of relief, the fear on his face gradually dissipating, replaced by a sense of relief at having survived the ordeal: "Luckily, my elder sister is okay, otherwise I don't know what I would do."

"Hey! Sister Murong, why is there a peach blossom mark on the sole of your foot? It's so beautiful!" He Jiale stared at Murong Ling'er's sole with sparkling eyes and shouted excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent.

Murong Ling'er was slightly startled and subconsciously wanted to cover it up. This peach blossom mark was a birthmark she had when she was born. Few people knew about it. She felt a little uneasy in her heart, always feeling that this birthmark seemed to hide some secret, but she had no idea what it was.

……

After experiencing a small accident by the stream, Murong Ling'er regrouped with the children and stepped into the clear stream again.

The stream was like flowing crystal, sparkling with charming luster under the sunlight, and the fish in the stream were fat and agile, as if challenging them.

Murong Ling'er held a harpoon in her hand, her figure as light as a swallow. She chose the right moment and stabbed out the harpoon like lightning, and a big fish struggled on the tip of the fork.

Murong Chen jumped excitedly beside him, shouting, "Mom, this fish is so fat, we will definitely be able to eat super delicious grilled fish tonight!"

Under Murong Ling'er's leadership, the children were all very motivated. Soon, the originally empty buckets were filled with fat fish.

Everyone came ashore happily and started to work together. Some children looked for dry branches to make a fire, some followed Murong Ling'er to learn how to kill fish, and some carefully arranged various seasonings one by one.

While processing the fish, Murong Ling'er patiently explained the tips of grilling fish to the children. Her eyes were gentle and focused, as if this was not survival in the wilderness, but a happy family gathering.

Soon, a blazing fire was lit, the flames jumped happily, reflecting the children's rosy faces, the grilled fish sizzled on the fire, and gradually emitted an enticing aroma. The fragrance filled the air, like an invisible hand, tempting people's taste buds.

Several officers under Yuan Zhiqiang were on duty boredly at the side, but they were attracted by the aroma and gathered around, staring at the grilled fish with their eyes wide open, their mouths watering, but they were too embarrassed to ask for more.