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

Chapter 267: Flower Appreciation Notes

"Mother!" A sweet voice broke the slightly heavy atmosphere. Yu Qingli dodged Murong Yue who was rushing towards her, but was caught by Xiluo who was standing next to her.

Murong Yue covered her mouth, looking a little unhappy, "Mom, hug me!"

Yu Qingli glanced at him, and seeing the crumbs on his face, she knew that this kid must have sneaked into the imperial kitchen to steal food again, without even wiping his mouth.

"I've told you countless times, I'm not your mother. Also, how long are you planning to stay here with me? I'd better notify the King of Yan as soon as possible to take you back. I'm very busy and don't have time to waste on taking care of children."

Perhaps because she had heard this kind of talk so often, Murong Yue stopped pouting in grievance. Instead, she took out a relatively intact flower from behind her like she was presenting a treasure, handed it to Yu Qingli, and said, "Look, mother, isn't this flower beautiful? Mother has been staying in her room these days, so I picked it specially for you to see."

Yu Qingli glanced lightly at the flower with a very special appearance. The color from the center of the flower to the petals changed layer by layer with distinct layers. It was very interesting to look at. The petals of the whole flower stretched out like layers of silk skirt.

"what is this?"

Seeing Yu Qingli asking, Murong Yue looked very happy and said, "I saw this in the garden. I heard that the flowers were just delivered the day before yesterday. I thought they were very beautiful, so I picked them to show mother."

Looking at Murong Yue's flattering smile, Yu Qingli said, "Since I have nothing else to do, I'll go with you to take a look."

Murong Yue nodded heavily, grabbed Yu Qingli's clothes with her little hand, and pulled her out without caring whether she was willing or not.

"Wait a minute, miss. Bring a cloak. It's cold outside."

By the time Xiluo took out the cloak, Murong Yue and Yu Qingli had long disappeared. They couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this young master was really a headache.

Yu Qingli was pulled by Murong Yue all the way through the side hall, and Yu Qingli unexpectedly discovered that this road led to Anle Hall.

She suddenly stopped and asked, "Murong Yue, where are you taking me?"

Murong Yue looked up, her childish face full of innocence, "Of course I'm going to see the flowers."

"Don't tell me you picked all these flowers from Anle Palace, right?"

Murong Yue said righteously, "Of course not! Anyway, mother, just follow me."

Yu Qingli frowned, hesitating whether to continue moving forward. Thinking about it carefully, she had been in the palace for the past few days, but had not seen Murong Yanhui, and Murong Yanhui had not come to see her.

Is he finally tired of it? The King of Yan, who has never lacked beauties, is finally tired of this life of chasing after a woman and being decisively rejected?

It should be fine like this, no one will continue to disturb her heart, and she can prepare for revenge wholeheartedly, but why did she start to feel inexplicably irritated again?

Forget it. Why should she worry about such a thing? Just act like normal, go look at the flowers, and maybe the irritation in her heart will be suppressed.

Yu Qingli sighed and followed Murong Yue's footsteps forward.

Because of the continuous rain, the ground was still a little slippery. Yu Qingli walked carefully, only to hear Murong Yue beside her shouting happily, "We're here!"

Looking up, you will see a riot of colour. In the fading autumn, pots of flowers are blooming beautifully. The autumn breeze brings bursts of fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Not far away is a bamboo forest. It is almost late autumn and the bamboo leaves have already turned yellow. From afar, the flowers are blooming proudly. The withered bamboos accompanied by those brilliantly blooming flowers have a unique charm.

Yu Qingli stood there in plain clothes, looking cool and noble, even stunning.

Yu Qingli's expression was indifferent, making it hard to tell what she was thinking.

"Little Uncle, I heard that a lot of June chrysanthemums have been delivered from the bamboo forest here. They look very good..."

At this moment, a familiar voice floated into Yu Qingli's ears, which made Yu Qingli inexplicably irritated in this autumn day after the rain.

It’s Murong Yuan, and it seems, there’s also Murong Yanhui!

Subconsciously, Yu Qingli turned around and prepared to leave, obviously not wanting to have anything to do with these two people. But at this time, Murong Yue had already run towards the voice, and then threw herself into Murong Yanhui's arms.

"Father..."

Murong Yan's face lit up with joy, and she reached out to hug Murong Yue, but her gaze followed the direction he came from, her eyes full of affection and surprise. It was Lili!

Murong Yue pouted in dissatisfaction, "Father, I haven't seen you for a few days and you didn't even ask if I was doing well?"

Murong Yanhui smiled brightly, "Seeing how energetic my little Yue is, I know she must be having a good time with Lili these past few days. Isn't she too happy to leave?"

"No way! Yue'er longs to see father every day, but mother doesn't like to come out very much. Today, Yue'er saw the beautiful flowers here, so she picked one for mother, and mother came out to look at the flowers."

"Hey, little brat, stop calling me mother so affectionately. The woman standing over there is now the eldest prince's consort, not your mother. How can she be worthy of this princess's handsome and powerful uncle? At most, she can only seduce the eldest brother, right?"

Murong Yue glanced at her with a hint of disgust. "Ugly girl, my name is Murong Yue, not some imp. Besides, my mother will return to my father one day. But you, your face right now is really ugly. No wonder no one has come to propose marriage to you until now."

Murong Yuan's face turned red and white, and she was so angry that she couldn't even speak. Her face flushed red, and she pointed at Murong Yue and said, "You...you..."

"How am I? You, ugly girl, were you jealous just now? Let me think about it. Are you jealous of Mother's beauty? Intelligence? Cleverness? Or are you jealous of Father's wholehearted love for Mother? It seems that you are really useless. There is nothing you can compare to Mother!"

"If you dare say another word, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Murong Yuan, who had never suffered such a humiliation since childhood, was furious. This was too much! How dare he treat her like this! He was just the adopted son of the Prince of Yan. Did this brat really think of himself as a noble royal relative?

"Come on, come on, give it a try! Let's see who will have their mouth split open in the end, yours or mine!"

Murong Yue made faces at Murong Yuan as she spoke, her expression truly full of provocation.

Murong Yanhui burst out laughing, "Yuan'er, do you, the great Cang and the eldest princess, really want to nitpick with this prince's youngest son?"

After hearing Murong Yan's reply, Murong Yuan's anger, which was about to explode, suddenly subsided a lot.

"Little Uncle, I didn't mean that..."

"How disgusting! You're so old but still clinging to my father all day long. Do you think my father is a babysitter who looks after children?" Murong Yue said arrogantly, completely forgetting that he was just a child in front of Murong Yuan.

Yu Qingli had no interest in watching their father and son reunion, nor was she interested in arguing with Murong Yuan here, and her previous desire to look at the flowers was destroyed without a trace.

She did not ask Murong Yuetong to go back. In fact, if he could come back to Murong Yanhui, she would be very grateful.

Seeing Yu Qingli preparing to leave, Murong Yue slid down from Murong Yanhui's body, not caring about bickering with Murong Yuan anymore. She hurried forward and grabbed Yu Qingli's clothes, "Mother, you haven't seen the flowers yet..."

"All the beautiful flowers in this garden have withered. What's the point of looking at them? It's getting late. I'd better go back first."

Murong Yanhui felt a little disappointed after hearing this. He stepped forward and said, "Lili, this June chrysanthemum is very beautiful. It would be a pity not to see it..."

"After all, it's not the flower of this season. Even if it blooms for a few days, it will soon wither."

Yu Qingli didn't look back, but said such words. Murong Yan was stunned and turned her head to look. The flowers that should have bloomed beautifully were wilted because of the cold weather. Some flowers were pinched off, leaving only the flower stems and a few leaves, standing alone in the cold wind. How could they look lively at all?

Murong Yuan was also horrified. "These flowers were just delivered to me. How could they be destroyed like this? Who is so bold? If I find out, I will chop off his hands!"

Murong Yue pulled Yu Qingli's dress tighter with a guilty conscience. He thought his mother wouldn't betray him.

When Murong Yue looked up at Yu Qingli, her eyes met Yu Qingli's. Those wise and dazzling eyes made Murong Yue feel like she had nowhere to hide. She could only look at Yu Qingli in a flattering manner, her big eyes full of reflection.

Yu Qingli didn't say anything in the end, but just continued her pace, and Murong Yue naturally followed closely behind.

Murong Yanhui looked a little disappointed. He thought he could talk to Yu Qingli, but he didn't expect that they would just pass by each other like this.

Seeing the disappointment in Murong Yanhui's eyes, Murong Yuan on the side looked at Yu Qingli's leaving back with disdain. Suddenly, her eyes darkened and a hint of ruthlessness appeared at her lips.

While Murong Yanhui was not paying attention, Murong Yuan secretly used her internal energy and kicked a stone, sending it flying straight towards Yu Qingli's feet.

Yu Qingli felt a pain in her ankle, stumbled, and fell straight towards the pile of flower pots.

At that moment, Yu Qingli looked at Murong Yuan with cold eyes. Her clear and penetrating eyes actually made Murong Yuan feel a little scared, and she took a step back involuntarily.

Murong Yue, who was originally holding Yu Qingli's clothes, also fell forward because of Yu Qingli's fall. Yu Qingli's heart tightened, and she subconsciously reached out to hug Murong Yue tightly, waiting for her body to be pricked by the broken flowerpot.