When Qiong Yi saw Mei Ling return and noticed that she seemed to be injured, there was no pity in his eyes, but rather a flash of disappointment.
But he quickly composed himself, went to meet the person, and helped him to the soft couch.
"Didn't I tell you? You absolutely can't get hurt. It's okay if you don't complete the mission, just don't get injured," Qiong Yi said with concern, a hint of worry and concern in her eyes.
Although Meiling's face turned pale upon hearing Qiongyi's words, she still showed a hint of joy.
She said softly, "Brother Yi, I'm alright. I'm sorry, I didn't kill them."
Qiong Yi immediately picked up the conversation, asking urgently, "Yun Qingluo isn't dead either?"
Hearing Qiong Yi's surprised tone, Mei Ling quickly explained, "I could have killed her, but I didn't expect Mo Beichen to wake up. He was poisoned by my illusion poison, and normally he would be unconscious for at least two days before waking up, but he woke up on the second day. Moreover, he seemed to have become much stronger after waking up. I was no match for him at all, and I was injured by him instead."
"Brother Yi, he's definitely not Mo Beichen. I've never sensed such a powerful aura from Mo Beichen before. How could he suddenly become so strong? This is too illogical!"
Upon hearing Mei Ling's explanation, Qiong Yi sneered inwardly.
He couldn't even complete a task and kept making so many excuses. He even began to doubt whether Mo Beichen had actually been poisoned by her illusionary poison.
He didn't believe Mei Ling's story at all. If Mo Beichen wasn't Mo Beichen, then who was he?
Moreover, Yun Qingluo and Mo Beichen have been married for many years, how could they not tell whether it's real or fake?
Qiong Yi lowered her eyelashes, concealing the dissatisfaction in her eyes. After composing herself, she smiled and said to Poisonous Spirit, "Your illusion poison is so powerful, no one could possibly escape. Does Mo Beichen have some kind of magic weapon?"
When Meiling heard Qiongyi say that, her eyes suddenly lit up, and it really reminded her of something.
“Mo Beichen does indeed possess a magical artifact. According to Yun Qingluo, Mo Beichen had already used her heart's blood, which is why he was able to cure the poison and wake up so quickly.” Meiling recalled Yun Qingluo’s words.
Upon hearing this, Qiong Yi was somewhat surprised, "Yun Qingluo gave her heart's blood to Mo Beichen, so isn't she useless?"
"That makes sense. It seems they escaped this time, and the rumors won't last long." Mei Ling's eyes turned cold, and she suddenly felt a pang of regret. She should have continued fighting back then.
However, Mo Beichen's strength was somewhat unfathomable to her; it seemed that no matter how strong she was, he was always at ease.
She was indeed a little afraid that she wouldn't be able to come back alive to see Qiong Yi, so she left early.
Qiong Yi then asked, "Where have they gone now?"
Meiling was taken aback. "After I left, the mist over the western mountain had dissipated. They must have come out, since there was no one guarding that place anymore, and the people from other continents had all left."
Qiong Yi frowned, beckoned, and summoned a bodyguard. "Go investigate."
"Yes, Master." The guard bowed and immediately disappeared.
"Brother Qiong, I'm sorry, I couldn't help you," Meiling apologized belatedly.
Qiong Yi shook his head. "This is too sudden. How could I blame you? You've helped me so much over the years. Don't worry, once I'm in that position, I'll immediately help your family find the real culprit and make them pay for it."
Meiling was touched and her face was full of gratitude. "Thank you so much, Brother Qiong. You're the best to me."
Qiong Yi coaxed Mei Ling to sleep before coming out of the room.
No matter how serious the injuries of the Spirit Clan are, as long as they return to recuperate and get some sleep, all their injuries will be completely healed the next day.
Meiling didn't know about her special constitution before. It was during a mission when she was slashed by a knife. When she returned, Qiongyi was worried that she wouldn't survive. Even the doctor they brought said she wouldn't live more than three days.
But by the next morning, she was completely recovered and full of energy.
Therefore, when Qiong Yi later sent him on missions, he no longer showed any mercy.
Over the years, her identity has never been exposed because he always cleaned up the mess after each of her actions.
This time, Qiong Yi was in a hurry to find Mei Ling regarding Yun Qingluo's matter, so there was a speculation that the news that someone from the Mei Clan was still alive might have been leaked.
But he didn't expect it to spread so quickly.
The next day, almost everyone knew that the Spirit Maiden of the Meizu was alive.
In an instant, the martial arts world and the imperial court on various continents were somewhat restless. There was a rumor in the martial arts world that the Enchantress had a thousand-year-old heritage, and whoever obtained the Enchantress would rule the world.
The Holy Sky Dynasty, Imperial Palace.
"Father, Mother, look at this scarf, isn't it beautiful?" A light and melodious voice came from behind.
Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a woman wearing a yellow cloak skipping and hopping towards a palace.
Several palace maids followed behind her, their faces filled with worry, whispering to the princess to slow down.
Inside the magnificent palace, facing the main entrance, sat a middle-aged couple.
The man wore a bright yellow robe, on which lifelike golden dragon patterns were meticulously embroidered with gold thread. The woman beside him wore a deep purple robe, exuding elegance and nobility. Her face was kind and gentle, and her expression revealed endless tenderness.
"Mother, do you think this scarf with the hundred surnames is pretty? It was made for me by the people themselves when I went out of the palace to distribute porridge during this time." The woman who spoke earlier walked in quickly and went straight to the woman.
The couple were the Emperor and Empress of the Holy Sky Dynasty, and the woman speaking was the only eldest princess of the Holy Sky Dynasty, Saint Chuhan.
Chu Ningrong smiled and accepted the scarf, but she didn't rush to examine it. Instead, she looked at Sheng Chuhan first and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "You really don't act like a princess. Didn't you see your father is here? Hurry up and pay your respects to your father."
Although the words carried a hint of reproach, a closer look reveals the deep affection they contained.
Sheng Chuhan made a face, then reluctantly turned around and bowed to Sheng Yuan, saying, "Greetings, Father Emperor. May Father Emperor be well."
Sheng Yuan's expression was serious, but the doting look in his eyes was undisguised. "Hmm, get up. Have you been tired from distributing porridge these past few days?"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Chuhan looked aggrieved and went straight to sit next to Sheng Yuan. She tugged at Sheng Yuan's sleeve and looked pitiful. "Um, I'm so tired. I personally served porridge to the people. They all praised me as a model woman of the Shengqiong Dynasty, hehe."
"You little rascal, a model of womanhood? If you're a model of womanhood, then what about all the ladies of noble families in the capital? The common people must have misjudged you." Chu Ningrong laughed, her expression softening as she teased Sheng Chuhan.
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