The legitimate daughter returns, and everyone in the Marquis's mansion regrets and begs for for

Li Mo sighed, a hint of pain and struggle flashing in his eyes.

A knock on the door broke his thoughts. He composed himself, regained his composure, and said, "Come in."

It was Qu Muya who arrived.

"What's up?"

She nodded slightly. "Can you help me?"

He smiled and said, "Go ahead."

"I want to borrow some money to help my father and brothers." Qu Muya looked at him, her eyes filled with undisguised expectation.

"I will handle this matter as soon as possible."

Qu Muya breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. She didn't know how to express her feelings; she only knew that Li Mo was her last hope, and she could only rely on him.

“There’s one more thing,” she glanced at the mountain of memorials piled up in front of him, “I’ve been too busy these past few days to visit my parents. I’d like to go see them.”

“Yes,” he replied.

Qu Muya's lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing.

"Is there anything else?" Li Mo asked, noticing her hesitant expression.

"That's all." Qu Muya shook her head.

"Then you can leave."

"Please escort me out of the palace! I want to see my parents."

Li Mo hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "Okay."

Qu Muya's heart began to pound violently.

"Can you really help me?"

"Yes, I'll try my best." He seemed a little dazed.

"Thank you!"

The two left the Imperial Study together, and Li Mo ordered someone to prepare a carriage to send Qu Muya back to the Prince's Mansion.

On the way, Qu Muya remained silent. She knew Li Mo was still troubled by his past, and she also knew that this matter couldn't be rushed. So she could only take it slowly, and she believed he could definitely help her.

When the two arrived at the palace gate, Qu Muya suddenly called out to him.

"Is there something you need?"

She looked at him. "I want to ask you something."

"Go ahead and tell me!"

Her gaze darted away. "Who killed my mother?"

Li Mo's gaze froze, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

"She. She is"

"Fine, don't tell me then! I understand." She interrupted him and turned to run into the palace.

She didn't notice that as she turned around, a tear slid down Li Mo's cheek, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

He would never force her to talk about things she didn't want to, because that was her privacy.

Qu Muya returned to the Prince's Mansion, but instead of visiting her parents, she went straight to Li Mo's study.

In the study, Li Mo was writing at his desk. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and said, "You've come."

Qu Muya nodded. "Can you do me a favor?"

“Speak!”

"I would like to ask you to help me investigate the cause of my mother's death."

"You want to investigate your background?" Li Mo frowned, deep worry showing in his eyes.

She nodded.

“Okay! I promise you!” Li Mo agreed without hesitation.

Qu Muya felt a warmth in her heart. She knew that he must have paid a huge price to agree to this, but she didn't regret it.

"Thank you for your help." She thanked Li Mo again. "There's one more thing I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Go ahead!" Li Mo's voice was filled with tenderness.

Qu Muya gritted her teeth and finally asked, "Please, don't provoke Qu Qingyun anymore. He's my father, and I don't want anything to happen to him!"

Li Mo's face turned grim, and his fists clenched tightly. "I won't provoke him!"

She sighed softly, "Then I'll leave it to you."

“I’ll do my best!” He looked at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions. “If I can’t do it, I won’t force you.”

He stood up, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"I'm leaving. Take care!"

"Um!"

She turned around, her eyes reddening, but she stubbornly refused to shed a single tear.

She would no longer cry, because if she did, she would lose even her last shred of dignity.

“Mu Ya,” Li Mo called out to her, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes, “I…”

Qu Muya stopped and turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry," Li Mo lowered his head, "I can't love you anymore."

"I understand," Qu Muya said calmly. "You don't need to apologize; you've already done more than enough."

"Mu Ya, you hate me, don't you?" He looked up at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "If this is the only way to feel better, then hate me. I don't blame you!"

Qu Muya looked at him, her nose tingled, and her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm leaving."

After saying that, she left without looking back.

Li Mo's eyes dimmed.

She ultimately refused to forgive him!

She still hates him in her heart!

An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. He never thought he would fall in love with the daughter of his enemy, he never thought he would marry the daughter of his enemy, and he never thought he would develop feelings for her.

He was a cold-hearted person who wouldn't change because of anything, but he inevitably fell in love with someone he could never have.

Li Mo, you're so stupid!

Li Mo, how could you still have feelings for the murderer who killed your parents?

He told himself this over and over again, but when her image appeared before his eyes, he still couldn't control the excitement and joy in his heart.

He couldn't help but want to see her!

He wanted to see what she actually looked like.

She must be many times more beautiful than she appears in the portrait!

Thinking of this, Li Mo couldn't help but smile, and his mood became cheerful.

Is she waiting for me?

A slight smile curved the corners of Li Mo's lips.

He thought, "It must be true. She must be waiting for him to come. There's a wonderful connection between them, an inexplicable understanding. She knows he will come. She's waiting for him!"

She'll be so happy!

Li Mo's eyes lit up, filled with confidence.

Qu Muya returned to the Prince's Mansion and couldn't wait to go to Madam Qu. She briefly explained the situation to her, and Madam Qu's reaction was very excited.

"You mean your mother's name is Qu Qingge, and she's the Empress?"

"Yes, I am indeed the Empress's child!" Qu Muya nodded.

"You..." Madam Qu seemed somewhat at a loss, "Are you really going to marry him?"

Qu Muya nodded. "Yes. I want to know, what exactly did my father do to make my mother so resolute!"

"Alas!" Madam Qu sighed.

"You are your destiny, and I cannot change it!"

She looked at Qu Muya, her eyes filled with guilt. "I shouldn't have kept it from you back then; I'm so sorry!"

“Mother, it’s not your fault. No matter what, my mother was born to you. She’s my family, and I only recognize her as my mother in this life!” Qu Muya said firmly. “As for Li Mo, he won’t do anything to me! He was just acting impulsively. He’ll understand after a while!”