Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 1304 - 1303: Could it be, everything said just now was false?

Chapter 1304: Chapter 1303: Could it be, everything said just now was false?

Jingri and Wangyue immediately replied, "We’ve all taken it."

"Good. If you don’t take it, it’s very easy to get infected."

Chu Qianli snorted and waved her hand.

Jingri opened the door.

Chu Qianli glanced at the dumbfounded Fen Ling, her lips curved into a mocking smile: "Since Miss Fen is willing to risk her life for Prince Yexuan, surely you wouldn’t mind whether you get infected or not."

She stretched out her hand, gesturing with a posture of invitation: "Miss Fen, aren’t you going inside?"

Fen Ling stood frozen for a moment. Going in to approach Feng Yexuan—did that mean she needed to take the medicine?

But she... hadn’t taken it.

"What’s the matter? Are you afraid of getting infected and too scared to go in? Weren’t you loudly insisting just a moment ago that you had to go in?"

Chu Qianli sneered and suddenly gave her a shove.

Caught off guard, Fen Ling was immediately pushed aside.

Chu Qianli went in.

Fen Ling was still standing stunned in her original spot.

Jingri and Wangyue exchanged glances, and due to Chu Qianli’s earlier words, their gazes toward Fen Ling carried a hint of something unusual.

Fen Ling instantly felt the subtle shift in their attitudes toward her.

In the end, she could only straighten her back quickly and step inside.

"Don’t come in." Inside, Feng Yexuan’s cool voice suddenly rang out.

Fen Ling froze in place, standing by the doorway, not daring to step further.

"Yexuan, you know I’ve always listened to you, but I’m truly very worried..."

"If you’re so worried, why haven’t you hurried inside? What are you doing standing at the door?"

Chu Qianli placed the medicine chest on the table, her lips still wearing a sarcastic smile.

"Catching the epidemic is no big deal. As long as you obediently take the medicine, you’ll recover. It won’t cost you your life. At worst..."

Her lips curved faintly, and as Fen Ling hesitated by the doorway convincing herself to go in, Chu Qianli said indifferently, "At worst, after you recover, some parts of your skin will rot away. Perhaps it might even rot on your face."

Fen Ling was so frightened she immediately withdrew her foot that had started to step forward.

"I...I’m not...afraid. I just...I don’t want Yexuan to worry."

Feng Yexuan didn’t reply, but Fen Ling’s frightened reaction had already imprinted itself in his mind.

Oddly enough, he didn’t feel angry or upset about it in the slightest.

"Go back. I don’t need anyone taking care of me," he said.

"Yexuan, I...how could I leave you behind?"

"If you don’t want to leave, then hurry and go inside." Chu Qianli nearly burst out laughing. This woman, feigning affection while being cowardly and afraid of death—how utterly ridiculous.

Jingri and Wangyue watched Fen Ling hesitating at the doorway, and their initial feelings of sympathy and gratitude began to morph into faint irritation.

Could it be that all her warm and moving words earlier had been lies?

Was she truly so afraid of being implicated by the Prince?

At this point, Fen Ling found herself in an impossible situation.

She clenched her palms tightly, and after struggling internally, finally managed to summon the courage to step forward.

For the sake of staying by Feng Yexuan’s side in the future, this risk must be taken.

Besides, Feng Yexuan looked energetic now—most likely he’s fine.

Fen Ling took a deep breath and finally stepped inside: "I’m only afraid that Yexuan might be upset. I’ve always listened to Yexuan. How could I possibly be worried about getting infected by him..."

"Prince, does your throat feel uncomfortable?" Chu Qianli ignored her entirely and focused on Feng Yexuan, asking him directly.

Feng Yexuan furrowed his brows slightly and—strangely enough—nodded: "It seems...a bit dry and itchy."

Chu Qianli’s heart sank. At that moment, she had no mind to mock Fen Ling further; she immediately stepped forward, grasped Feng Yexuan’s hand, and placed her long fingers firmly on his pulse.

Jingri and Wangyue, standing at the doorway, saw Chu Qianli’s face turn grave, and their hearts sank.

Could it be that the Prince really has been infected?