The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Mo Lingqiu took out a pearl hairpin from his arms and handed it to her.

Feng Ling looked at the pearl hairpin and her tears instantly fell.

There were still blood stains on the hairpin, and one of the silver petals was missing. It had long lost its former delicacy.

Feng Ling held the beaded hairpin tightly, pressed it against her chest, and sobbed softly.

"Liar, liar, he promised me..."

Seeing Mo Lingqiu's heartbroken look, he felt sore in his heart and couldn't bear to let her continue crying.

He patted Feng Ling's back and comforted her with a gentle voice,

"Stop crying. You just woke up and your body is still very weak. The doctor said that you have been too worried recently and need to rest. You can't be so happy and sad anymore, it can easily harm your body."

Although his words were not fully spoken, the meaning was clear.

However, this consolation had no effect on the other party's ears.

Feng Ling cried harder, and even started to have trouble breathing because she cried so hard.

Mo Lingqiu simply hugged her into his arms and patted her chest gently.

"Stop crying, calm down and listen to me. Ying Xiaojiu just disappeared. His body was not found under the cliff. Maybe he is still alive."

That's almost impossible.

Mo Lingqiu thought silently in his heart, unless his fate was really favored by God.

How else could a normal person survive being stabbed in the chest and thrown off a cliff?

As for why the body could not be found, it was probably eaten by wild wolves.

After all, there are the most beasts under the cliff, and Ying Xiaojiu has shed so much blood. The smell of blood can easily attract these beasts, and it is not impossible for them to drag the body back and eat it all.

The reason why he said this was just to comfort Feng Ling's emotions.

He must give her a hope of living and not let her collapse because of this incident at this time.

After hearing Mo Lingqiu's words, Feng Ling's crying gradually stopped.

Subconsciously I grabbed his hand, trying to get some comfort from it.

Feng Ling's eyes were full of expectation and uneasiness.

"Is what you said true?"

"You said Xiaojiu is still alive, is he really not dead?"

Mo Lingqiu was silent for a while, and then explained,

"He just disappeared."

"His body was not found at the foot of the cliff. Maybe someone rescued him, or maybe Xiaojiu was too seriously injured and couldn't come back for a while."

"Anyway, you need to take good care of yourself first. Otherwise, how will you be reunited with him when he comes back?"

Feng Ling's eyes were slightly red, and she was obviously dubious about Mo Lingqiu's words.

She suspected that he was cheating on her, but she also held on to a slim hope.

After a long period of hesitation, Fengling said softly:

"Okay, I listen to you. I will take good care of myself, take medicine, and then wait for Xiaojiu to come back..."

Her voice was choked with sobs,

"When Xiaojiu comes back, I will never bully him again. We will get married and be together forever."

Mo Lingqiu gave a soft "hmm" and saw that Feng Ling's mental state had recovered, but did not refute.

There was a hint of darkness in his eyes, and he obviously didn't want to hear the discussion about Ying Xiaojiu.

So, he changed the subject and said:

"Lingling, you have been asleep for a long time. You should be hungry when you wake up. I will go to the kitchen to get you some food first."

Mo Lingqiu smiled, trying to get Feng Ling to come out of her previous emotions and regain her composure. Feng Ling raised her head and glanced at him, noticing that his eyes were green and his face was haggard.

Fengling felt a sense of guilt in her heart and asked in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I don't know yet. How is your injury?"

Mo Lingqiu's smile became more sincere. He gently stroked Feng Ling's head, his eyes full of endearment.

"Don't worry, as a man practicing martial arts, these minor injuries are nothing to me. You have a good rest first, and I will go to the kitchen to prepare some food for you. You will be fine soon."

Mo Lingqiu didn't give Feng Ling a chance to refuse, so she gently opened the bead curtain, turned and left the room.

Not long after, Mo Lingqiu brought a bowl of steaming white porridge and a few refreshing side dishes.

He carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Fengling's mouth.

However, Feng Ling's mind was not on eating at the moment. She was staring at the beaded hairpin tightly, holding it tightly in her hand, and then turned to look at Mo Lingqiu, her eyes full of expectation.

She pleaded:

"Can you take me to the place where Xiao Jiu disappeared? I want to look for other traces there, is that okay?"

Mo Lingqiu was silent for a moment and then said:

"Your body has not recovered yet, and there is a killer chasing you now. I will take you there again after everything calms down."

After hearing this, Feng Ling straightened up immediately and her eyes began to moisten. She said firmly:

"No, I can't wait any longer. I have to go to the place where he disappeared as soon as possible, otherwise the clues will disappear after a long time. Mo Lingqiu, can you help me?"

Feng Ling's eyes revealed a strong look of pleading.

Looking at Feng Ling's bloodless lips, an indescribable bitterness emerged in Mo Lingqiu's heart.

After taking a deep breath, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart and whispered:

"Okay, I'll take you there, but you must finish this meal first and then drink these medicines."

He knew that today's situation was caused by himself.

He never regretted fighting for what he wanted, including getting rid of Ying Xiaojiu with his own hands.

Mo Lingqiu firmly believed that Ying Xiaojiu had completely disappeared from her life. As time goes by, the dead person in Feng Ling's heart will gradually be forgotten.

Now, she feels sad and sad for Ying Xiaojiu, which may be inevitable.

But as time goes by, everything will get better.

Hearing Mo Lingqiu's answer, Feng Ling nodded almost without thinking, with a grateful smile on her face:

"Don't worry, I will eat well and listen to your words to cure the disease. I won't make you worry..."

As she said that, Feng Ling lowered her head to bite the spoon handed over by Mo Lingqiu. Her movements were a bit eager, but she accidentally choked on it and coughed while covering her chest.

For Mo Lingqiu, there was really nothing he could do now.

Looking at Feng Ling who looked so pale, he couldn't blame her too much and could only sigh helplessly.

He sat by the bed and patted Feng Ling's back, trying to calm her down.

"Don't be like this, okay?"

"I said, I will take you there and I will go. But before that, you must take good care of your body. You should know my character very well. If you make me worry like this again, it will be really difficult for me. Agree to your request."

Mo Lingqiu looked at her with seriousness and concern in his tone.

Hearing this, Feng Ling's body seemed to stiffen.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her original nervousness gradually calmed down under his gaze.