Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 246: Must Destroy Her Hypocritical Facade

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Must Destroy Her Hypocritical Facade

Chu Qianli made her way back to Qianyun Pavilion without any further obstruction along the road.

Yet, as she arrived at the doorstep of Qianyun Pavilion, about to enter, the sound of horse’s hooves suddenly came from behind.

Before she could turn her head to see clearly, a sudden chill swept over her.

Chu Qianli immediately felt a tightness around her waist, and then, she was lifted up against the wind.

Smelling that familiar scent, she did not struggle but was full of questions.

"Prince, where are you taking me?"

"Tonight is the birthday feast of Prince Yu."

"You’re taking me to attend the birthday feast?" Chu Qianli was astonished.

The horse slowed down, and Chu Qianli looked down at herself, feeling uneasy.

"Dressed like this..."

"Even if you were dressed better, they still wouldn’t like you," Feng Yexuan hummed emotionlessly.

Chu Qianli’s brows furrowed lightly, and she glanced up at him, but was left with no retort.

True enough, those princesses and princess consorts and such, basically, none would fancy her.

"Knowing they all dislike me, why take me there?" She felt somewhat resentful.

She truly didn’t enjoy those kinds of banquets.

It wasn’t just the women vying for beauty, it was also the men flattering one another to pursue their own interests.

In any case, there were few sincere hearts; everyone wore a mask.

Feng Yexuan looked down at her with a scoff, "This Prince is pleased."

Chu Qianli pursed her lips and said no more.

Fine then, as long as he was pleased, who was she to argue with the high and mighty Prince Yexuan?

"What? Not talking, playing mute now?" His displeasure surfaced when she remained silent.

Since their encounter the previous day at Qianyun Pavilion up to now, he still felt that this wretched woman must be acting.

But he couldn’t yet figure out what tricks she was planning to play.

"Whatever the Prince wishes me to say, I will say," Chu Qianli replied disinterestedly.

Yet was it really unlike before, when she was stubbornly proud, and she was willing to humble herself now?

"This Prince doesn’t want to hear your voice."

"Alright," she immediately shut up, showing utmost compliance.

Feng Yexuan was inwardly furious. Had this wretched woman really lost all her pride?

"This Prince wants to hear you sing, sing for me now!" He refused to believe she could always keep quiet!

Chu Qianli lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, and then began to sing:

"When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky. I do not know what year it is tonight in the heavens above (excerpt from "Prelude to Water Melody")..."

Feng Yexuan had intended to humiliate her.

He had even planned that if she truly started singing, he would instantly berate her for singing terribly and order her to be quiet.

But he did not expect that her singing wouldn’t be unpleasant at all.

Not only was it not unpleasant, but it was also actually quite pleasant to the ear.

To listen, it was like a gentle spring breeze blowing by the ears.

And then skimming over the heart.

Soft and soothing, refreshingly pleasant.

The gloomy mood of many days, suddenly found a trace of relaxation.

The overcast sky seemed to have gained a glint of brightness as well.

"When will the moon be clear and bright, with a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky.

I do not know what year it is tonight in the heavens above..."

The singing came to a stop in front of the gates of Prince Yu’s residence.

Leng Ji arrived behind them, driving the carriage forward.

Seeing the Prince stop, Leng Ji said, "Prince, Miss Chu’s clothes are all in the carriage."

Chu Qianli looked up at him, "Should I go and freshen up?"

Feng Yexuan didn’t say a word, just gazed at her palm-sized face and those eyes that were still bright and lustrous but clearly lacked the usual sharpness.

In the end, was she putting on an act in front of him, or had Qianqian’s death truly left her so disheartened?

Was it necessary?

She couldn’t possibly be someone so easily defeated.

Most likely, she was still acting!

The pity in Feng Yexuan’s eyes turned cold in an instant, and he nonchalantly tossed her down from the horse.

"Clean yourself up, don’t be filthy!"

Chu Qianli disregarded his sarcasm and walked up to the carriage in the rear, giving Leng Ji a glance.

Leng Ji hurriedly said, "Miss, don’t worry, I’ll watch over you."

But before Leng Ji’s words had finished, that cold and detached voice was already close at hand: "Scram!"

Leng Ji was startled and quickly dismounted from the driver’s seat, whispering, "Prince, if you could please watch her, I’ll tend to the horses for you."

Feng Yexuan didn’t speak, just swung his long leg over and sat where Leng Ji had been.

Chu Qianli didn’t say anything further, leaning on the edge of the carriage as she climbed aboard.

Only after she saw the fresh set of clothes inside the carriage did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She had been afraid they had prepared something gaudy for her to wear.

Without Qianqian by her side, such attire would be too troublesome and complex for her to handle alone.

Before long, the carriage curtain was lifted from the inside, and Chu Qianli emerged.

The moment Feng Yexuan turned his head, he wasn’t sure if it was the evening breeze or something else.

His vision became somewhat blurred.

His eyes, locked onto her, couldn’t move away.

The simple yet far from plain dress she wore, looked refined, serene, and unadorned yet not dull on her.

Any more would seem vulgar, any less might taste insipid. It wasn’t just the dress that was good, but the person wearing it.

In short, it was just perfect.

Especially her long hair, now loosely tied behind her head, adding an unfamiliar tender and tranquil charm to her appearance.

Strands of hair at her temples blew gently with the breeze as she stepped down from the carriage, giving her exquisite face a misty, cloud-like allure.

Indescribably beautiful.

Feng Yexuan felt his heart jolt fiercely.

Watching her step down beside him, his fingers gripping the reins tightened unconsciously.

He felt the urge to press her back into the carriage, to see if the body hidden beneath that ethereal and elegant dress was as snow-white and lovely as her face!

"Prince..." from a distance, Leng Ji felt as if he was beholding a fairy, so refreshingly pure.

However, knowing she was the Prince’s woman, no matter how beautiful, Leng Ji dared not harbor further thoughts.

But seeing the Prince staring at Miss Chu through inscrutable, deeply shadowed eyes, Leng Ji felt it necessary to remind him.

"The people from the Prince’s Residence have come to welcome the Prince."

Given it was the Prince’s birthday banquet tonight, they surely were busy at the residence.

The one who came was the butler from the Prince’s Residence.

Feng Yexuan’s gaze reluctantly withdrew, stiffly.

As he dismounted the carriage, his aura, in an instant, turned inexplicably cold.

He had actually gotten lost in thought without realizing.

But had he forgotten how skilled this woman was in manipulation? How cold she was when she abandoned him?

He couldn’t lose himself to her deception again.

Qianqian was dead, she was full of hatred, and everything now was just for revenge!

And he, how could he be easily fooled by her?

He was determined to personally tear away her facade of calm!

He wanted to make her fully realize that nothing she did could ever best him, Feng Yexuan!

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