Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Who Is Her Father?

Long Yue looked up at the man who had entered; his face bore a trace of anger, something never seen before.

He rarely displayed such emotions.

She understood why he was furious; after all, it was his biological mother, and no one wants a tragedy of a mother and son turning against each other.

"She must have been bewitched by him, otherwise why would she be so lenient with You Su?"

Li Qingmu was truly enraged!

Now everything is so clear, this You Su is up to no good, yet Rong Si still tells him not to interfere!

Is she planning to shield him?

Or what?

People are like this; when it comes to things or people they care about, they lose calm judgment. Even Li Qingmu is not exempt from this.

Rong Si is his biological mother, so he worries about her.

Long Yue quietly waited on the side until he calmed down before saying, "A Mu, have you thought that maybe the Princess is not stopping you to protect You Su, but possibly to protect you?"

Li Qingmu was slightly taken aback, looking at Long Yue in shock. Truly, the onlooker sees more clearly than the one involved. How could he not have thought of that?

Yes, perhaps Rong Si is protecting him? That’s possible too?

Li Qingmu sat down again, his gaze deep.

"A Mu, mother and son are of one heart. You must believe a mother will always side with her son. Just like me, I am also a mother, and my heart yearns to give the best of everything to Rui’er!"

Speaking of Xiao Rui’er, Long Yue’s eyes reddened.

She had been in Daliang for almost a year. How many precious moments had she missed of Rui’er growing up? That child, though small, was already so sensible. She... she really couldn’t let go of him!

"Drop!"

A tear rolled down Long Yue’s cheek, and she reached up to wipe it away.

She considered herself a strong woman, but after following Li Qingmu, she found herself increasingly caught up in sentiments of love and affection.

Li Qingmu looked up, saw her in distress and tears, and with his sharp and intelligent mind, immediately understood why Long Yue was upset.

He slowly stood up, came to Long Yue’s side, and embraced her small frame in his arms.

"Yue’er, don’t worry, we will certainly go back! I believe that Father Emperor and Rui’er will surely be waiting for us too!"

"Mm..."

Long Yue responded softly, but found her voice choked with emotion.

Li Qingmu wanted to say something, but seeing Long Yue so upset, didn’t know what to say.

Sometimes, silence is golden.

The two quietly embraced each other for a long time until Long Yue gradually calmed down. She wiped her tears and said, "A Mu, what about Broken Jade? Why hasn’t he come yet?"

Indeed, where is Broken Jade?

He was supposed to come to assist them, but where has he run off to?

"Perhaps the time hasn’t come yet?"

Even as he said this, Li Qingmu was a bit doubtful; this guy wouldn’t drop the ball, right?

But thinking it over, it seemed impossible. Even if he wasn’t reliable, Master Yuheng was steady and would surely supervise.

"Knock, knock, report to Your Majesty, Your Grace." From outside came the voice of the palace maid Liu Xiang. "Sister Yuzhu has been found, but..."

"But what?"

In front of outsiders, Long Yue was always strong, so she immediately restrained her previous weakness and asked calmly.

"Sister Yuzhu is dead, killed in the Cold Palace, her face skinned, she died miserably."

"Hmm, I understand, you may go!"

This outcome was something Long Yue had anticipated; the death of Yuzhu, while regrettable, was also her own doing. Why did she go to the Cold Palace?

Wasn’t it becoming someone’s means?

It’s true, no trouble, no death.

Long Yue replied but noticed Liu Xiang was still waiting outside, showing no intention of leaving, so she asked, "Is there anything else? Speak all at once!"

"Your Grace, next month is the fiftieth birthday of the Princess, and it’s close to year-end. Someone from the Empress’s side sent items and said we should think carefully about the birthday gift for the Princess?"

The fiftieth birthday of the Princess?

This indeed was a major event. Long Yue looked at Li Qingmu and said, "It’s your mother’s birthday, think over the birthday gift later!"

Long Yue wasn’t in the mood to handle these things, so she handed this problem to Li Qingmu.

Li Qingmu laughed bitterly, others’ wives gave them problems, and she gave him a problem. If it were someone else, he’d solve it in the simplest and roughest way.

By taking out the person posing the problem!

"Yue’er, you know how to embroider, why not make an embroidery as a gift?"

"That’s too casual, isn’t it?"

"Casual is good; casual shows genuine intent. Besides, it’s made with your own hands, stitch by stitch, which is more sincere than those concubines who just spend money to buy gifts, isn’t it?"

Uh, that seems logical?

Long Yue rolled her eyes, thinking she hadn’t done needlework in a long time, could she still do it?

"My hands are rusty." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Rusty is good; if you were skilled, she might suspect!"

Oh, yes, she forgot, Long Yue was good at making embroidery. If her work was too perfect, what if Rong Si saw through it?

So, many of her used skills, like Double-sided Embroidery and Qin Embroidery, she couldn’t use!

Then use the most ordinary stitch!

Long Yue touched her thick black hair and smiled faintly, "A Mu, you’re right, sincerity is important; I’ll use a strand of my hair to embroider a word later."

Li Qingmu reached out to touch Long Yue’s black hair and said softly, "The body, hair, and skin are received from one’s parents. Isn’t it not very appropriate? How about using mine?"

"Get lost, I can do it!"

Long Yue glared at him, snorted lightly, her expression slightly playful, but her gaze became a bit wistful.

Parents...

Her mother had passed away early, so then, who was her father?

She was not Pang Wenzheng’s daughter, but Pang Wenzheng had used a hallucinogenic drug to deceive Cao Wanjun and deliberately grabbed a man from the street to make Cao Wanjun think they had a relationship, leading to the successful pregnancy and birth of her.

Long Yue had always harbored a doubt in her heart, who exactly was her father?

With Pang Wenzheng dead, it was impossible to ask anything anymore. Could it be that she would never find her biological father?

Sigh, among the vast sea of people, it truly is difficult to find.

"Yue’er, what are you thinking about so intently?"

The man’s magnetic voice suddenly sounded in her ear, Long Yue looked up at him and suddenly asked, "A Mu, who do you think my father might be?"

Li Qingmu was taken aback, how was he supposed to answer this question?

"Yue’er, don’t worry. If there is fate, you will eventually meet again!"

"A Mu, I have never felt fatherly love since childhood. People always say fatherly love is like a mountain, and motherly love like the sea. But I’ve lacked so much, I really want to find my biological father..."

"Don’t worry, ask Grandpa later, about where your mother and Pang Wenzheng lived back then. I think, since he casually grabbed someone from there, there must be some clues."

"Mm, alright!"

The sky gradually darkened, and Li Qingmu picked up his little wife and carried her to bed...