Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 1143 - 1142: The Imperial City, Hanging by a Thread

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1142: The Imperial City, Hanging by a Thread

At this moment, Chu Qianli looked like a cunning gray wolf.

Even Fu Ning could easily tell that she harboured some ill intentions.

But the girl had long been used to seeing all kinds of handsome men, and shouldn’t have had any special thoughts about Qingcheng.

Could it be that the girl still doubted Qingcheng’s origins?

Just then, a little maid hurried in from outside, walked up to Chu Qianli, and respectfully said:

"Miss Chu, there is a man outside named Mr. Gan who wishes to see you, claiming to be an old friend of yours."

"Alright, let him in, I’ll be waiting in the side hall."

Chu Qianli gave Qingcheng another look before turning to leave.

Fu Ning wanted to follow her but couldn’t bear to leave Qingcheng unattended.

She softly said, "The lady means no harm; she is a very good person, just that sometimes she seems heartless and careless. But she truly is kind-hearted."

"I am going to check if the lady needs anything, and I’ll come back for you later."

Qingcheng remained expressionless.

Fu Ning sighed lightly, unsure if he was hard of hearing,

or simply didn’t want to pay her any attention.

With another smile towards him, Fu Ning quickly followed Chu Qianli.

As for Qingcheng, he just watched them leave indifferently, not a ripple showing in his eyes.

After they had left, he looked at the courtyard’s flora with inevitable disdain.

They were all so ugly.

And with that, he turned and left.

... The visitor was Gan Shiyi, who, after a disguise, looked like a rugged man.

"The Southern Ridge Clan has rebelled?" This news had not been caught by any whispers before, fresh and hot.

Shiyi nodded slightly and whispered, "Previously, the Southern Ridge Clan was submissive towards the Nanming Emperor, and since the current Emperor ascended the throne, they’ve always gotten along well."

"Although Nanling is merely a single clan, they are numerous and powerful; if they rebel, they will not be so easy to deal with."

Chu Qianli pondered for a moment before looking at Shiyi, "Has the news not come back yet?"

"It probably hasn’t for now, but our news won’t be that much in advance anyway, at most half a day. The Emperor and several Princes should know soon."

"Nanling has already started besieging cities. The day the news was sent, Xuri City was nearly falling, by now, it’s probably already been taken."

"That’s not right," Chu Qianli frowned.

Fu Ning immediately asked, "Miss, what is wrong?"

"Nanling is located on the flanks of Nanming, not truly a border region. If the Imperial Family really wanted to clean it up, it would easily result in a three-sided siege. Where did they get the courage of a bear or a leopard?"

Fu Ning and Shiyi looked at each other.

Shiyi was only responsible for delivering messages, and when it came to strategies and tactics, Shiyi was certainly no expert.

After thinking a bit, Chu Qianli suddenly asked, "The generals guarding the various cities around Nanling, who are they? Gather their information for me as quickly as possible."

"Boss, do you suspect that the leader of the Southern Ridge Clan has help within the Imperial Family?" Shiyi thought, and his thoughts immediately became clear.

"Nanling counts as a major clan, and their rebellion would certainly draw serious attention from the Imperial Family."

Chu Qianli looked at the cup of tea in her hand, her gaze growing colder.

"Now that Prince Jing is bedridden from injuries, if the Emperor wants to make an example of one to warn the others and swiftly recover Nanling, he will surely dispatch a strong force. And the one leading the troops will be either Prince Yu or Prince Ling."

Her fingers around the cup tightened gradually: "If someone deliberately wants to draw Prince Ling away, then once Prince Ling is gone, the Nanming Emperor will immediately be in a state of isolation without any help, and the Imperial City will be in grave danger."