Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 1253 - 1252: Could it be, he’s already out of control?

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1252: Could it be, he’s already out of control?

"Yexuan, I didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just that your headache seems to have gotten worse recently, so I..."

Fen Ling hastily stood up, glancing at the bowl of medicine on the table.

"Yexuan, don’t be mad, I won’t do it again."

Feng Yexuan paid no attention to her.

His headache was severe tonight, and he was not in the mood to talk more with her.

He gestured with his hand.

Fen Ling quickly said, "Yexuan, you should drink the medicine first, it’s getting cold."

"No need..."

"Yexuan, this is medicine that Master personally went to the snowy mountains to collect for you, it’s a testament to Master’s efforts."

Fen Ling knew exactly where Feng Yexuan’s weakness lay. She whispered, "This time, while collecting the medicine, Master rolled down from the snowy mountain... and hurt her leg..."

"I’ve said that she didn’t need to gather any herbs for me!" Feng Yexuan felt a pang in his heart, and his brow furrowed.

"Yexuan, you know how much Master cares about you. As soon as she heard the news of your poisoning, she immediately went to the snowy mountains to collect medicine for you."

Fen Ling’s gaze still lingered on the medicine: "Anyway, this is a token of Master’s affection, Yexuan, please just drink the medicine first."

Feng Yexuan glanced at the bowl of medicine.

In fact, drinking this medicine did not alleviate his headache symptoms at all.

He didn’t even know what kind of poison he had been inflicted with. Although the toxin had already been cleared by Liujin, and his body was fine, he was now plagued with this headache.

Fen Ling held up the medicine, carefully presenting it in front of him: "Yexuan, please drink the medicine first. Once you’ve had the medicine, I will leave and go outside to play the flute to help you sleep, alright?"

Lately, he found it hard to fall asleep at night, he needed to listen to Fen Ling’s music to drift off.

Listening to the music also somewhat eased the headache.

It was as if he had been poisoned; he had now become completely dependent on Fen Ling’s music.

Feng Yexuan casually took the bowl of medicine, drank it all in one go, handed the bowl back to Fen Ling, and then walked toward the inner room.

His head still hurt a lot.

Especially when he lay down, it felt as if the world was spinning.

"Yexuan, tonight... you don’t seem to be in good shape."

Feng Yexuan’s brow furrowed, Fen Ling was still in his bedroom and hadn’t gone out yet.

He wanted to say something but was suddenly struck with an excruciating pain in his head.

In his mind, suddenly, a face appeared.

It seemed to be Chu Qianli’s face, yet it was somewhat blurred.

The thought of Chu Qianli only added to his irritability.

His heart was as if perpetually echoing a voice, telling him: She is an Enchantress, she is fickle with men, she has too many men, you are just one of them.

She is an Enchantress, an Enchantress, an Enchantress...

"Damn woman!" Feng Yexuan suddenly clenched his fist, his temples throbbing with bulging veins!

That damned woman!

He had long since stopped wanting her!

But tonight, she dared to laugh in front of him!

He didn’t understand why, but that laughter made him feel an urge to go over and embrace her.

But how could he? How could he possibly want a woman so fickle?

His head hurts so much...

Suddenly, the sound of flute music began to play.

The melody of the flute was soulful, and as soon as the music started, Feng Yexuan’s headache subsided significantly.

His consciousness blurred, it seemed like he was getting sleepy again.

"Yexuan, that night, did you really take Chu Qianli?"

In his drowsy state, he seemed to hear someone asking him.

Feng Yexuan’s head was heavy and dull, the severe pain alternately fading and intensifying suddenly.

"...Yes."

Fen Ling’s expression turned cold all at once.

He really took that woman! Wasn’t he supposed to really dislike Chu Qianli?

Could it be that he is no longer under the control of the medicine and the flute’s sound?