Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 1078 - 1077: I Don’t Want to Be a Prince Anymore

Chapter 1078: Chapter 1077: I Don’t Want to Be a Prince Anymore

The forest was fragrant with delicious aromas.

Wafting through the air, wave after wave, it tantalized the taste buds.

"Fu Ning’s cooking skills are surprisingly good," Feng Qihe said, extremely content.

He had rapidly consumed half of a large pot of food on his own.

Fortunately, Chu Qianli didn’t eat much; otherwise, there wouldn’t have been enough for him.

Fu Ning added more dishes for Chu Qianli, set down the serving chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "It’s not that my skills are good, it’s that the ingredients themselves are high quality. I merely processed them a bit."

The ingredients that the young lady provided were already semi-finished products; her responsibility was just to cook them.

Beef chunks, ribs, smoked sausage, followed by various vegetables like enoki mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, potatoes, and tofu puffs, and finally some greens were added, several varieties of them, no less.

Many of these ingredients were things that Fu Ning only had the chance to eat while by Chu Qianli’s side; they weren’t available outside.

Who would have thought that such a hodgepodge stew, steaming and fragrant, could be so delicious on such a cold day!

"Serve me another bowl of rice," Feng Qihe demanded. This was already his fourth bowl.

After Fu Ning served him, he lowered his head to eat again, but as he looked at the pot of food, a sudden sourness washed over him.

An inexplicable sourness.

As a prince of the realm, with a prestigious status, he had never suffered much hardship since birth.

Surrounded by luxury and fine dining, his mother wouldn’t even allow him to eat slightly inferior food.

This was his first time eating such disorderly prepared dishes.

Yet he didn’t know if it was the coldness of the night, the warmth of the food, or something else entirely, but with each bite of food, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

He wondered, if he could sit together with this stubborn girl in the future and eat from the same pot, would they always be this happy and content?

"I don’t want to be a prince anymore..."

"Do you know how to earn a living? Can you make money? Without your identity as a prince, how would you earn money to support a household?"

Before he could finish, Chu Qianli interrupted his "dream."

"Do you know how much this pot costs? As a prince, do you understand what it’s like to earn every single copper coin with your own hands?"

"What can you do besides scheming, manipulating politics, and leading troops in battle?"

Feng Qihe glared at her, his eyes filled with intense anger.

That stubborn girl, she really looked down on people too much.

"I could work as a laborer..."

"Huh, do you know how long you’d have to work as a laborer to buy ingredients for a pot like this? Three days? Five days? Or ten days?"

Chu Qianli scoffed coldly.

In the common world, laborers were the least scarce.

How long could a pampered prince like him last as a mere laborer?

Imagination is always beautiful, but reality can be despairing.

Feng Qihe continued to glare at her, his eyes seething with anger.

But gradually, the light in his eyes dimmed.

In the end, he just lowered his head and continued eating.

Fu Ning watched, feeling somewhat helpless.

Though the young lady’s words were harsh, they were the truth.

Finally, Feng Qihe muttered to himself, "What if I took enough money and then retired? Wouldn’t that work?"

Fu Ning was speechless.

Chu Qianli was also startled for a moment.

Then, unable to contain herself, Chu Qianli let out a light laugh.

This Prince, when not busy with his schemes, actually had an endearing side.

"Wouldn’t it work?" Feng Qihe didn’t understand her laughter, but this was the most perfect solution he could think of.

He had money, after all!

Why not take the money with him?

Even retiring required expenses.

With enough money, couldn’t he live a carefree and happy life for the rest of his days, without doing any labor?

Was he wrong?