Chapter 1162 Struggle

Worshiping along the way, they were getting higher and higher. When the group was approaching the top of the mountain, Li Chuyi's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The mausoleum in front of him was grand and magnificent. Both in area and ingenuity, it was far greater than before. Only the specifications of previous Emperor Yan could compare with it. But these were not the reasons for him to stay. What kept him was the tall mausoleum in the middle. The words engraved on the tombstone.

The tomb of Mu Xueling, Queen of Dayan Ying.

There are only a few tombs of empresses in Dayan. Unless they have great merit, they will be buried with the emperor according to the ancestral system after death. Among the few empress tombs, Mu Xueling's tomb is the highest standard, almost on the same level as the emperor's tomb, and she is also the only empress with a foreign surname. Not only was she buried alone, she also retained her maiden name, with only one The post-title title marked her noble status, and her status in Yuwen Tailuo's heart was evident.

Not far from here, there was an empty tomb of the same size. Li Chuyi looked at Yuwen Tailuo, who nodded lightly.

"That's mine, and I will stay with her after I die. Originally, I wanted to be buried together with her, but I was afraid that she wouldn't like it, so I built a mausoleum nearby so that she would not be restrained or It will make her lonely."

Despite all the prejudices in his heart, Li Chuyi had to feel sorry for Yuwen Tailuo at this moment.

Yuwen Tailuo really loved Mu Xueling, but Mu Xueling loved Ye Zhichen, and his methods were a little despicable. Although Mu Xueling married him, she was pushed further away by him. Later, And because of his ambition, Mu Xueling disappeared in the prime of life, and his son was also missing. Regardless of the grudges and prejudices, he was actually a poor person. Like Ye Zhichen, he was hurt by love. Regretful for love.

His hand was suddenly held by someone. Li Chuyi lowered his head and saw that it was Yuwen Tailuo's big hand.

Speaking of which, this was the first time the two of them had physical contact. Unlike being held by a Taoist priest, Yuwen Tailuo's hand, although unfamiliar, gave him a strange feeling.

Feeling like a father.

No, it’s the father.

The Taoist priest raised him as his own son, and he was treated like a Taoist priest's father. But no matter how similar they are, they are only close. His biological father is still his biological father. Yuwen Tailuo's hand gave him a sense of security that was different from that of a Taoist priest. It was the peace of mind that only his biological father could give him.

With a sore nose, Li Chuyi quickly turned his head and took a few breaths.

Yuwen Tailuo noticed something strange about him, smiled and held his hand tighter.

The other people behind him had never seen Emperor Yanling be so close to anyone. The princes and princesses were so jealous that their eyes were burning with jealousy. Mu Fangli nodded with a smile, and looked at Yuwen Tailuo with a little pleasure.

Holding Li Chuyi's hand, Yuwen Tailuo slowly walked to the tombstone, raised his head and stared at the three words "Mu Xueling", silent for a long time with complicated eyes, and finally let go and patted Li Chuyi's arm. .

"Son, meet your mother."

Li Chuyi raised his head and looked at those three words in silence for a long time. Suddenly he knelt on the ground with a thud, and the sound of heartfelt sobs echoed in all directions.

"mother!!!"

With a thud, his forehead hit the ground hard. It didn't look like kowtow at all but like he was seeking death. Every time he raised his head, his eyes became a little blurry.

Along the way, this was the first time that he worshiped someone so sincerely, but he would rather not have this opportunity, but the deceased was gone, and he could only express his grief in this way.

He cried in Mu Xueling's small building, and he endured it in Yingting Garden in the palace, but he couldn't help it here. This is his mother's grave, where her soul rests.

Yeah?

Li Chuyi smiled miserably.

What kind of place for the soul to return to, there is not even a body, how can the soul return to it?

Yuwen Tailuo said that Mu Xueling was burned to death by the fire of punishment caused by herself when she was in labor, and only her relics were buried in this tomb.

Who is to blame?

Blame yourself.

But the one who should be blamed the most is God, the thief.

If it weren't for the Three Realms of Heaven, if it wasn't for their greed and intrigues, it would have been impossible for him to appear, and it would have been even more impossible for Mu Xueling to die!

How ridiculous is it that my mother, who gave birth to a freak like me, couldn't even leave her body behind because I was still a piece of shit and had an immortal body?

What's the use of practicing spiritual practice, no matter how high the Taoism is, can it make my mother come back to life?

What's the point of cultivating immortality? Thousands of years later, all my relatives will be dead, and even my former enemies will be reduced to withered bones. What's the point of leaving me alone as the ancestor?

Thinking like this, Li Chuyi's body unknowingly exuded a sense of resentment. The Yaizhen sword at his waist also trembled slightly, and waves of suppressed sword sounds came from the scabbard.

Everyone was startled and wanted to step forward to protect him. Mu Fangli stepped forward to wake up Li Chuyi, but Yuwen Tailuo waved his hand at him and then stopped the others with his eyes.

"Let him cry. It's not good to hold it in. Only by venting it can he calm down."

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Fangli nodded and stepped back, while the others were still paying attention to Li Chuyi nervously. Some princes even had a hint of expectation deep in their eyes.

They were dissatisfied with the prince descending out of thin air, but Emperor Yan appointed them unable to resist, but it was different now. If this fat pig broke down and drew his sword against him, it would be an assassination of Emperor Yan!

By then, he would no longer be able to become the crown prince, and his life would even be in danger, and they would have a chance to save him. As long as he performed outstandingly enough and moved Emperor Yanling deeply, the crown prince's position might fall to him. It’s over!

Not far away, Yuwen Taihao also looked nervous, with one hand clenched and ready to attack at any time, and the other hand tightly grasped Yu Yao.

Yu Yao was also very nervous, but deep in her eyes was full of sarcasm and disdain. She saw all the behavior of the people of the Dayan royal family. She didn't see the elegant and dazzling appearance at all. She only saw the ugliness and indifference inside. Thinking that the fate of the human world was in the hands of such a group of disgusting people, she felt indescribably absurd and ridiculous, and helpless.

However, this helplessness came to an abrupt end today.

There was no chance in the past, but now she has grasped the opportunity tightly in her own hands.

Except Hai Wufeng, no one knew that nine meteorite fire heavenly tribulation pills were refined in her body, each of which could severely injure a top-level great power in the late stage of ascension. If nine pills exploded at the same time, no one present would be spared.

As long as she killed all the people present, the Dayan Dynasty would certainly fall apart. She didn't ask to be a savior. She just wanted to end the most sinful bloodline in the human world here, and by the way, fulfill her helplessness of not being able to have both when she was alive.

Theoretically, she could destroy the entire imperial capital and the surrounding area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, but she didn't know if there would be any restrictions in the imperial capital that could block the shock wave of the nine elixirs, so she couldn't be sure whether the Mu family would be buried with her.

But this was enough. She would be satisfied if she could get rid of the chief culprit, the Yuwen clan.

As long as the elites of the Yuwen clan died here, the rest of the Yuwen clan would be dealt with by others.

But...

Turning to look at Li Chuyi, Yu Yao's eyes were full of complexity.

Before, she only knew that Li Chuyi was related to the Mu family and was Mu Xueqing's nephew, so she was very anxious when she learned that Li Chuyi came to rescue him. She didn't want to implicate Li Chuyi when Hai Wufeng hadn't been rescued yet.

But later, the situation suddenly changed, and she was caught off guard. She was shocked to find that Li Chuyi was not only a descendant of the Mu family, but also the biological son of the current Emperor Yan, which made her feel at a loss for a while.

As a result, before she could figure it out, Li Chuyi came to her door. When she saw him, Yu Yao felt indescribable in her heart, and could only carefully hide her feelings and not let herself reveal any clues.

Later, she heard him and Yuwen Taihao discuss the plan to rescue Hai Wufeng, and she was happy and sad.

She was happy that Hai Wufeng was finally saved, and sad that Li Chuyi was getting deeper and deeper, so deep that she couldn't persuade him to leave, because Hai Wufeng's survival was closely related to his succession to the throne as the crown prince.

In the contradiction and trance, Lu unknowingly walked to today.

She wanted to take action when she was enthroned before, but at that time, there were many people and guards, and there were no number of hidden masters. She was very worried that she would be restrained as soon as she moved, and at that time Yuwen Taihao's mind was almost all on her.

But now is different, now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The Imperial Mausoleum of Dayan does not allow outsiders to enter. Although General Wen Laoxiong and the priests are there, and there is also the Heavenly Master Mu Fangli, the protection is undoubtedly much weaker than before.

The most important thing is that Li Chuyi is in a bad mood now. Everyone's mind is on him, even Yuwen Taihao who is close at hand. Yu Yao really wants to take action, but she can't make up her mind when she sees Li Chuyi crying.

Although Li Chuyi also has sinful blood, and although he is now the prince of Dayan, he is here to save her after all, and he is still her friend.

Even, he still likes... no, he still loves her. Yu Yao can see from the look in his eyes that he has not changed over the years, and what has changed is only the means of concealment.

This feeling was cut off by her own hands when she was at Lingxiao Peak. At that time, she felt unbearable and knew that she had deeply hurt him. But she did not regret it. She knew that she did it for his good, and she did not have any feelings for him beyond the scope of friendship.

Later, he wanted to take her away on Taixu Peak, and even had a conflict with Mo Tang for this, but she still refused. This time she still didn't regret it, but it was not only for his good, but more because she didn't want to hurt him.

Before leaving, Li Chuyi made a ten-year agreement. She thought it was his momentary impulse, so she didn't comment and laughed it off. But too many things happened later, and Taixu Palace gradually lost the feeling of home. In the first ten years, she could still stick to her original intention, but after the second ten years, even she herself doubted whether she began to regret that she didn't agree at the beginning.

Before the third decade came, she left Taixu Palace. With a half-hearted mission, she came to Dayan for a crazy revenge.

If Hai Wufeng hadn't appeared in time, she would have died long ago, but Hai Wufeng fell into the hands of the Supervisory Department again, and she was taken back to the palace by Yu Hao, so she waited for so many years.

Now, Hai Wufeng has been rescued. It is unknown whether he has been in and out of the city, but he must have gone to a safe place to heal his wounds, and it may not be harmful to him if she does it herself.

But the problem is that now there is another Li Chuyi. Hai Wufeng was saved by Li Chuyi, and Li Chuyi came to save her. He failed to keep the ten-year agreement but kept the ten-year promise. Should she really drag him to death and become a resentful soul on her road of revenge?

Love, friendship, hatred, resentment, conscience and viciousness are repeatedly intertwined, reason and impulse are fighting constantly, Yu Yao asked herself thousands of times but could not get the answer, she could only grit her teeth and stare at Li Chuyi, her face more nervous than anyone else.

Only she knew that it was not nervousness, but struggle.