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Chapter 4359: 5.0111 The Meeting

"Yun Yuan is where your mother used to live," Madam Long said, taking the little Crown Princess's hand and whispering softly. "Do you... do you want to go see it now?"

Qiaomu glanced at her, then shook her head with a cold expression. "No need."

"So many years have passed; there's no rush now." The little poker face turned and stepped away, not looking back.

Crown Prince Mo subtly furrowed his brow, feeling a faint regret in his heart.

Had he known Qiaomu would be so unhappy after coming to Wangchuan, he wouldn't have agreed to his father's request to bring Qiaomu to such a sorrowful place.

It was only the first day in Wangchuan, and Qiaomu had already been upset so many times.

Mo Lian was in a bad mood, so naturally, he found everyone annoying.

Seeing the Long family standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but say coldly, "Aren't we going to see the Wangchuan Long Clan Leader?"

"Ah, ah." Madam Long snapped out of it, smiling and nodding. "Everyone, please, this way."

The group walked through a vibrant, colorful garden, taking a path towards a pavilion ahead.

The waterside pavilion was reflected in a central lake, appearing somewhat hazy and ethereal.

Mu Xingchen and the others were somewhat surprised.

They hadn't expected such a peculiar landscape to exist deep beneath the sea.

How was this different from being on land?

Qinghongse couldn't help but reach out and touch the dewy grass. "This is real."

"Of course it's real," a Phoenix Clan youth looked at her strangely. "This is a spiritual realm that forms its own world. It appears integrated with the external sea, but it's actually in a different world."

Qingxuexue nodded. "The misty shield we just passed through must be the natural barrier separating the outside world from here."

Qiaomu and Mu Xingchen's group paused before the waterside pavilion.

They saw a dignified, aged woman in brocade robes emerge from the pavilion.

Although the old madam's hair was white as frost and her face showed several deep lines, her back was perfectly straight.

She leaned on a staff made from a green branch, its tip inlaid with a fist-sized black pearl.

Behind the old madam followed an elegant man in a green robe, appearing middle-aged and sickly. He looked like someone with a weak constitution and poor qi, destined for chronic illness.

The two met Qiaomu's group, and the old woman's gaze instantly settled on Qiaomu's face.

It seemed... she was looking at something far away through that cold, icy little face of hers.

The old madam didn't speak. Instead, the sickly man in the green robe behind her stepped forward a few steps with an excited expression, looking at Mu Xingchen and Qiaomu, who stood at the very front, and said tremblingly, "Is it Xingchen and Qiaoqiao?"

"I, I am your maternal uncle, Long... Long Chuyu."

Qiaomu was not as excited as Long Chuyu, nor was Mu Xingchen.

The two siblings merely quietly watched this suddenly appearing, cheap uncle, their expressions extremely distant.

The old madam heard Long Chuyu's call, composed herself, and then withdrew her distant gaze from Qiaomu. She said faintly, "Follow me in and sit down to talk."

Qiaomu's eyes coldly fixed on the old madam. "You were looking at me just now."

"Did you see something?"

"Did you see your pitiful daughter, your humble daughter?"

"Do you know how she died, and where she died?"

Long Chuyu's face turned slightly pale.