Farts are justified

However, Li Zifu realized one thing as they arrived at the gate of Mingyue Villa. Su Zimo never mentioned the Daye God Bow or any other explosive information.

Li Zifu looked at the little baby in front of him with a grudge, gritting his teeth. He suddenly remembered a saying: "You can't catch an old bird with wheat straw." This little baby was experienced and difficult to deceive.

Su Zimo didn't pay attention to their presence as they caused trouble. She was relieved that her son knew better than to disclose anything about his master to others. Su Qi's focus was not on these matters at the moment. He secretly thought to himself, looking at his mother's expression, it seemed like she still didn't like his father very much. Their interactions over the past few days hadn't made much of an impact.

If he went and told his mother to forgive his father, would she pack him up and throw him at the bottom of the cliff to find Grandpa Mo? Well, he didn't want to go back! There was only Master and Grandpa Mo, and he liked lively places.

It seemed that he could only rely on his father, but so far, he hadn't been much help.

"Momo, you're back," came a gentle voice, as pleasant as water.

Su Zimo looked up.

"Shao Feng, you're here," a smile flashed across Su Zimo's lips beneath her mask.

She made Mu Yunxuan feel envious, smiling so happily in front of Murong Shaofeng but treating him like an enemy.

Fortunately, in Sanqing Mountain, she would occasionally smile at him, but as soon as they left Sanqing Mountain, she reverted back to her original self, allowing him to experience the fickleness of women for the first time.

"Uncle Murong."

"Uncle Murong," Su Xin and Su Qi greeted happily.

"Hmm! Zhu Yan said she saw you at the city gate, so I came to take a look," Murong Shaofeng lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions within them.

He glanced at Xin'er in Mu Yunxuan's arms, feeling a pang of heartache and discomfort.

He nodded at Mu Yunxuan as a greeting.

"Xin'er, you're better now!"

His voice was soft, like a gentle breeze, and his face shone like flowing water.

His white brocade robe was elegant and simple, his figure tall and slender.

Qinglian and Qinghe couldn't help blushing upon seeing him. Murong Shaofeng truly had a captivating presence.

"Uncle Murong, Grandpa Li has already helped cure Xin'er's illness. Xin'er will be fine for now, so no need to worry," Su Xin smiled brightly, her fondness for Murong Shaofeng evident in her expression.

"That's good!" Murong Shaofeng smiled warmly. As long as the three of them were fine, Momo could be at ease. He had intended to return to his own courtyard earlier, but he couldn't get them out of his mind, and his feet involuntarily brought him to Mingyue Villa.

After all, the rumors involved him and her. He wanted to apologize to her personally for hiding his identity and explain it to her.

"Let's go, let's go inside and talk," Su Zimo said lightly. She knew that Murong Shaofeng was concerned about them, and she paid no attention to the rumors circulating that day.

"Alright!" Murong Shaofeng nodded, a bright smile on his face. She hadn't changed, and the rumors from outside had no effect on her.

Mu Yunxuan felt like an outsider, unable to interfere.

As they entered the villa, Su Zimo looked at Su Qi with a frown.

She said coldly, "You'll be punished by not eating meat for a month! After thinking it over for three days, I'm not ready to let you off."

Su Qi froze in place, unable to believe that his mother still remembered that matter.

"No, Mother, not eating meat will starve Qi'er! Qi Er will face the wall and fall asleep. If Qi Er falls ill, his mother will be sad. Please let Qi Er off this time! Qi Er won't dare again," Su Qi's little face teared up. For someone who loved meat as much as him, not being allowed to eat it was more painful than being cut.

"Enough with your nonsense, you five-year-old! Always talking nonsense! What's with all this talk about an old life? Your mother is standing right here," Su Zimo glared at her son, wanting to pat his forehead but restraining herself for fear of hurting him.

Seeing that her mother wasn't relenting, Su Qi's eyes filled with tears. "Mother, do you really want to mistreat your son? Qi Er will be hungry without meat, and without strength, he won't be able to think properly. Didn't you say that eating more meat will make him grow taller? After growing tall, he will..."

"Enough!" Su Zimo shouted. This kid always protested whenever she punished him.

"Mother, please don't punish Qi'er. Qi Er is a good boy," Su Qi pleaded, looking at his mother with hopeful eyes. Face Wall thought that being punished like this was better for them than not being allowed to eat meat. He was a restless boy, unable to stay still for even a moment. After thinking it over for three days, it was simply impossible.

"There's no use arguing this time. Now go," Su Zimo's voice became even louder. She wanted to punish her son, and there were many ways to achieve her goal. Su Qi was too stubborn, and she was worried. Su Ziyun was one thing, but Ling Qiushui's cultivation was higher than hers. This time, Su Qi had the upper hand, but if luck didn't favor him, what would she do? She wanted her son to understand and think twice before acting.

Mu Yunxuan wanted to intervene for his son several times, but his daughter stopped him. She quietly told him that the more he interfered, the harsher Su Qi's punishment would be.

He could only look at his son's pitiful face with a pained heart, unable to do anything to help.

Murong Shaofeng remained silent. It was clear that he had witnessed Su Qi being punished before.

"Hmph! Is Mother trying to torture her son? There must be a reason behind things. Isn't it right to teach a bad person a lesson?" Su Zimo muttered softly.

"Stop muttering and go already!" Su Zimo roared.

Su Qi noticed the murderous gaze aimed at him and quickly closed his mouth, covering it with his small hand.

He then glanced at Su Zimo with a pitiful expression.

But unexpectedly, a loud fart sound broke the silence.

Everyone looked at Su Qi in surprise, their lips twitching involuntarily.

Su Qi blushed and stammered, "Huh! Mother, I was just saying that if you hold in a fart, it will cause discomfort. It's better to let it out and exercise. Everyone, pay attention. I'm going to fart now. When I do, let's all applaud, hehe! Mother, I've thought it through."

Su Qi's little face turned red, and he quickly turned around, unable to hold it in any longer. Another loud fart sound rang out as he trotted in the direction of Mingyue Villa, dying of embarrassment. It seemed like he had eaten a bit too much today.

"Haha!" Li Zifu couldn't help but burst into laughter. This little baby was quite entertaining. This trip had been worthwhile.

"Haha!" Mu Yunxuan and Murong Shaofeng couldn't help but join in the laughter.

Qinghe and Qinglian looked at Su Qi's retreating figure and couldn't help but laugh as well.

"That naughty boy, he always manages to surprise us," Su Zimo said with a mix of anger and amusement. Even she let out a fart.

"Qinghe, go keep an eye on Qi'er. Remember to give him more fruits every day. Qi Er wants to watch the alchemy competition, so let him face the wall for these days and cultivate well."

"Understood, Master," Qinghe replied.

Qinghe left.

Murong Shaofeng pursed his lips. "Momo, can we talk alone?"

Su Zimo looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, and finally nodded.

"Alright."

"Good!" Murong Shaofeng felt a pang in his heart. She didn't blame him, so why did he still feel unhappy?

His face turned pale, and the pain tore through his body.

"Shao Feng, you don't need to explain," Su Zimo quickly interrupted Murong Shaofeng. She looked at him calmly and said, "I don't care about the gossip, and I knew your identity when I saved you. Everyone has secrets they don't want others to know, and your concealment hasn't harmed me in any way. Shao Feng, you don't have to apologize. To me, regardless of your identity, you are the one who has truly helped me. When everyone else looked down on us, orphaned and widowed, you were the one who provided us with a lot of help."

Murong Shaofeng's lips trembled slightly.

She didn't blame him, so why did he feel so unhappy?

He wished she would be like other women, loudly and angrily questioning him about why he hid his identity as a prince. He wanted to have a chance to explain himself.

But she didn't need any explanation, not even a word of reproach.

The pain in his heart couldn't be suppressed. Murong Shaofeng forced a smile, but why didn't he say anything?

His face grew even paler, and the pain continued to grip his entire being.

"Shao Feng, don't dwell too much on the gossip. You don't look too good. Let's go back for now. Since you're here, let's have dinner together!" Su Zimo didn't think too deeply about it. She genuinely didn't blame him for his identity. Everyone has their own secrets, and she, Su Zimo, was no exception.

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