My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1133: Someone Must Be Sabotaging Me

After a short pause, I approached Qing Li and inquired, "Granny, you... you aren't aware that Master Qingyang is a fugitive captured by Zhao Sihai?"

"Zhao Sihai? Who is that? Is there truly anyone in this world capable of... regarding Qingyang as a fugitive?" Qing Li gazed at me, her expression one of complete bewilderment, as if entirely unaware of any Old Zhao.

She didn't even recognize the name Zhao Sihai.

Yu Longting and I exchanged a look, both taken aback by this turn of events.

After all, Qing Li and Yu Qingxiao are husband and wife, and she is Qingyang’s own sister.

The fact that her younger brother was being pursued by an Immortal was fully known to her husband, Yu Qingxiao, yet Qing Li remained completely in the dark.

Considering the situation, I decided it wasn't the opportune moment to delve deeper, and instead asked, "Are you hungry?"

"A little, young lady. Are you attempting to divert the conversation to conceal something from me?" Qing Li eyed me with suspicion.

"How could I possibly dare? The matter of Qingyang being a fugitive is quite a lengthy tale." Enduring Yu Longting’s intense stare, I linked my arm with Qing Li's affectionately. "Let's find a place to relax first. We've been down in the Extreme Abyss for so long without much sustenance; it's time for a bite."

"Fengdu is nearby; let us go there to settle ourselves," Qing Li suggested with a sly glint in her eye, casting a sideways glance at me.

A tremor of apprehension ran through me regarding Fengdu, so I cleared my throat. "Well, um, the closest city to this location isn't Fengdu, you understand."

"Aren't you aiming to apprehend Qingyang? Once we're in Fengdu, I have my own methods," Qing Li chuckled softly, her whisper brushing against my ear.

Although her words seemed innocuous on the surface, regarding the scheme to lure Qingyang into Fengdu with the assistance of myself and Yu Longting,

I felt a cold sweat break out, sensing the unmistakable machinations of a setup.

Ever since emerging from the Nether Pond, I had remained by Qing Li’s side like a shadow.

Yu Longting seemed almost superfluous, standing to the side with no opportunity to interject.

I offered Yu Longting a reassuring nod and then turned to Qing Li. "Alright, alright, Granny, we shall make our way to Fengdu."

Regardless of how unsettling or daunting the atmosphere of Fengdu might be, Madam's wishes had to be respected.

If she intended to visit Fengdu Ghost City, I could only accompany her, risking my own life.

Upon our arrival in Fengdu, a gentle drizzle began to fall from the heavens.

We first secured rooms at an inn, checking into two separate ones, before descending to a wonton shop for a meal.

The spicy red oil wontons effectively banished the pervasive chill and dampness that clung to the air.

"Why do you require such a generous amount of spice?" Yu Longting inquired, observing as I added several spoonfuls of chili, transforming a bowl of wontons into an intensely fiery concoction.

Tears welled in my eyes from the heat, yet I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. "Having been submerged in the frigid Nether Pond, undoubtedly... Oh, these chopsticks..."

Abruptly, the chopsticks in my hand snapped in two.

Then, with a distinct crack, the leg of the chair I was sitting on also gave way.

Fortunately, Yu Longting swiftly supported my waist, preventing an unceremonious tumble to the floor.

"Is someone attempting to ensnare me? How can such poorly made chopsticks break so easily, and even this chair feels as fragile as paper." My face flushed with anger, my neck throbbing.

The shop owner, witnessing the unfolding scene, assumed it was due to the chair's age and hurried over to apologize. "My apologies, my apologies. Perhaps the chair has seen too many years; the wood may have rotted, and the nails rusted! This bowl of wontons is on the house, young lady."

"There is no need, no need. Perhaps I have simply gained a bit of weight, hehe. I will switch to a different chair." My face grew hot as I glanced around at the other patrons, whose chairs remained perfectly intact.

I couldn't help but question my own weight. Back at Chen's, both Chen Decheng and Xiao Li insisted I needed proper nourishment for postpartum recovery, preparing abundant delicious meals for me.

My cheongsam seemed to expand along with me, so I hadn't even noticed the weight gain.

Presently, the owner offered a new chair for me to sit upon.

However, Yu Longting instead pulled me onto his lap. When I attempted to rise, he firmly pressed down on my shoulders and whispered, "What, are you looking to break another chair?"