Chu Qianli knew that she shouldn't reveal too much.
A slip of the tongue is a deadly blunder.
If she cared too much, the Empress Murong Yu would notice it.
She just couldn't help herself; after all, her mother's killer might be right in front of her eyes.
She subtly adjusted her breath, and when she looked at Murong Yu again, the murderous intent in her eyes had been concealed.
Chu Qianli looked at Murong Yu, her lips curving into a shallow smile, "I heard that over a decade ago, the princess of Longteng Country mysteriously disappeared in Beiming Country. Most people speculate she was killed."
"And you, you have been paying tribute to her all this time, holding her token. I'm really curious, could it be that you were the one who killed her... your junior sister?"
"What else do you know?" Murong Yu's palm clenched tight again.
But now, Chu Qianli seemed so at ease.
It was as if she was just discussing irrelevant people and their irrelevant matters.