Kiyomi Tsuki and His Fox

Chapter 177

"This is not the time to sigh. Protecting him is your responsibility, isn't it?" Kiyotsuki said sternly, "There's no time to waste, we must stop him immediately."

“Yes, protecting him is my responsibility.” Lijiang stood up and said calmly, “You go to Yixin Garden first, I will follow shortly. Because I have to go find someone.”

Kiyomi Tsuki was taken aback. "Looking for someone?"

Lijiang shouted, "Don't worry about it, just head to Yixin Garden right away. The lord of the fortress has returned and is on his way there."

Kiyomi Tsuki exclaimed, "Huh? You mean him? You mean he's back?"

At this very moment, inside the bedroom of Yixin Garden.

"What are you still hesitating about?" Qingfeng urged impatiently. "Think about it. As long as you end your own life, you can help your cousin get out of his current predicament."

"No, I should say that if I die, you can take revenge, right?" Old Madam Lu suddenly opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes flashing with a sharp and cold light.

Qingfeng angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Old Madam Lu gripped the dagger in her hand angrily. "What you just did was no different from killing me!"

Qingfeng choked, then suddenly sneered, "That's right, I want to kill you to get revenge."

With a sudden tremor in her hand, the gleaming dagger slipped from Madam Lu's grasp and clattered to the floor.

Qingfeng laughed coldly, "I want to avenge my poor, dead mother."

Tears streamed down Madam Lu's face like raindrops, her full red lips trembling violently, yet she couldn't utter a sound.

Qingfeng bent down to pick up the dagger from the ground. When he straightened up again, the evil smile on his face made his handsome face look like a demon, sending chills down one's spine.

"I'm really disappointed. I didn't want to do it myself."

Old Madam Lu's eyes widened in terror. "You...you can't kill me."

"Very well, give me a reason why I can't kill you?" Qingfeng slowly raised the hand holding the short knife.

"You can't kill me. No matter who kills me, it shouldn't be you." Old Madam Lu shook her head agitatedly.

"What a joke!" Qingfeng roared.

Madam Lu screamed as if she had nothing to lose: "I am your biological mother."

What?

Qingfeng's hand, gripping the knife, suddenly trembled.

Madam Lu said painfully, "I have endured this for twenty years. I don't want to endure it anymore. I don't want to endure it anymore."

"Damn it!" Qingfeng's anger surged like a raging river. "How dare they use such a despicable method to exonerate themselves."

"Didn't Liu Mei tell you?" Old Madam Lu suddenly got off the bed, approaching him step by step, her eyes looking like she wanted to devour him.

These words flashed through Qingfeng's mind like a bolt of lightning.

“The wet nurse said, ‘Miss, please let Madam Yan go. The Second Master is already dead. No matter how much resentment you have, you should let it go.’”

"If the Second Master is gone, and Madam Yan also passes away, how grieved the young master will be."

"Tong Fengxian said that the bitch should have died long ago. Qingfeng wasn't her biological daughter. What right does she have to make Qingfeng call her mother? What right does she have?"

Suddenly, Qingfeng was struck as if by a bolt from the blue. Could it be? In truth, Qingfeng had always been skeptical of Liu Mei's dying words and had even conducted an investigation, but it was interrupted by the death of the most important person in the know, the wet nurse. Now that Old Madam Lu had suddenly brought it up, how could he not be shocked?

"That's right." Old Madam Lu pointed to her chest, tears streaming down her face, and roared, "It's me, I gave birth to you, I am your biological mother."

Qingfeng's mouth gaped open, her eyes flashing with horror.

Old Madam Lu stretched out her hand, trembling like a leaf in the wind, and touched his face, crying, "Feng'er, Feng'er, you are my child, you are my son, I am your biological mother."

Qingfeng opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, finally managing to utter a difficult sound after a long while, "No, it's impossible, this can't be. It's not true, I must have misheard."

"You heard me right." Old Madam Lu threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and cried out, "I am your mother, I am!"

Qingfeng shook her head, tears already streaming down her face. "No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"You're not. You're not." Qingfeng pushed her away in fear. Who could believe that the enemy she hated day and night was actually her own mother? Who could believe it? Qingfeng angrily shouted, "Get out of my way! You're not my mother, Madam Yan is my mother!"

"No!" Old Madam Lu was filled with hatred, anger, grief, and pain. With nowhere to vent her resentment, she could only desperately pound on him. "I am your mother. I am your mother. She is not. She stole you from me. You are not allowed to call her mother. You are not allowed to call that bitch."

At that moment, the carved door was violently flung open with a loud crash. The noise startled Old Madam Lu and Qingfeng, who looked over in alarm. A strong wind blew, causing her dark cloak and long hair to flutter wildly. Old Madam Lu and Qingfeng stared wide-eyed, bewildered.

Who is it?

A tall, imposing figure moved in step by step. Judging from the way the person walked, even without seeing their face clearly, Old Madam Lu knew who it was. She stumbled back a few steps in despair, trembling with fear. Qingfeng's mouth gaped open, unable to utter a sound.

Another tall, handsome man entered. He closed the door as soon as he came in, carrying a lamp that clearly revealed his face. It was none other than Cai Zhonghe. He lit the candles one by one, and under the light, Lu Qingcheng stared at them with a stern gaze.

Qingfeng trembled as she asked, "Cousin?"

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Qingfeng instinctively turned around and saw that Old Madam Lu had knocked over the table and chairs in fear. She was now sitting on the ground, and one of her hands had instinctively pressed down on the ground when she fell, landing right on the broken pieces of a cup. The blood flowing out was so glaring.

After reading it, Qingfeng sneered and turned to look at her cousin again, "You heard everything? Those were all your mother's nonsense. I think she must be crazy."

Lu Qingcheng silently walked towards him, passed straight past him, bent down to pick up her mother from the ground and put her on the bed, then turned around and said, "Zhonghe, thank you for your help."

"yes."

Cai Zhonghe turned and left.