Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 253: The Treatment in Sky Prison Is This Good Now?

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: The Treatment in Sky Prison Is This Good Now?

"Come!"

The Emperor was also anxious now, wishing he could leave immediately to check on the Prince’s condition.

But Feng Yexuan’s attitude made him somewhat puzzled.

Looking at Chu Qianli again, his face darkened, and he said displeased, "Throw her into the Sky Prison and decide on a date for another trial!"

"Father!" Feng Qihe stepped forward.

"What do you want to say?" the Emperor glared at him.

Feng Qihe pursed his lips, and at last, he simply lowered his head and said, "Your son will accompany you to see the Fifth Prince."

The Emperor brushed his sleeve and turned to leave.

The guards, escorting Chu Qianli, also departed afterward.

Feng Xianyu, on the other hand, watched with a somewhat solemn expression.

How did it come to be that even the Emperor seemed to be involved in the relationships between Chu Qianli and the Princes?

Could it be that even the Emperor knew that the Eldest Prince viewed Chu Qianli differently?

If that was indeed the case, then this game of strategy was truly fascinating!

Feng Xianyu wasn’t idle either. After instructing Lady Rou to entertain the guests, he immediately got on his carriage and rushed to the Prince Xiaoyao Residence.

...

This wasn’t Chu Qianli’s first time entering the Sky Prison.

However, unlike last time, the place she came to now was absurdly clean.

Not just clean, but comfortable as well.

Outside was still a mess, very dirty and chaotic.

But the cell she was locked up in not only had a table and chairs, but also a bed.

Even on the bed, there was a cotton quilt.

"Miss Chu, don’t know if you have eaten tonight or not, but the brothers have had someone prepare a bit of supper, please enjoy."

"Yes, Miss Chu, we didn’t expect you to come suddenly, so we haven’t prepared too much, please make do."

"The next room over, we’ve cleaned up for you, can be used as a temporary restroom."

The two jailers opened the cell door wide and pointed to the cell on the left.

"Rest assured, Miss Chu, you can rest well here, no one will disturb you."

"Whatever you need, just come find us, we are not far away."

"Right right right, it’s our brothers turn on duty tonight, Miss Chu. If you need anything, go through that door there, and you’ll see us."

Afterward, the two jailers left, still very respectful when they departed.

They didn’t even close the cell door – did it mean she could come and go as she pleased?

Chu Qianli was taken aback for a moment.

Going out to take a look, the neighboring cell was indeed set up as a temporary latrine, and a dark curtain was hung, probably because they were concerned about a young lady’s shyness.

Looking around at the surroundings, the entire space had many cells, but each cell was clean.

Although not like hers, with a bed and table and chairs, they had obviously just been tidied up and cleaned.

Spotless, without even a hint of an odd smell.

Returning to her own cell and seeing the table full of delicacies, Chu Qianli couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

Is being imprisoned nowadays associated with such good treatment?

After pondering, she finally sat down at the table.

Just to be cautious, she still took out a silver needle to test the food for poison.

Only after confirming there was no poison did she pick up the chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

That night, around midnight, just as Chu Qianli had expected, Fu Long came.

"They all call you ’big brother’?" She was curious upon hearing the jailers outside address him, "Have you ever been on duty in the Sky Prison?"

"Not really, but if one wants to get around the Imperial Court, relationships need to be established everywhere."

Fu Long had brought her a lot of food.

But Chu Qianli had already eaten her fill and couldn’t stomach anything more.

"So, those two brothers, were they arranged by you to come in earlier?" she asked.

Seeing Fu Long nod, Chu Qianli suddenly felt a wave of emotion.

No wonder the System awarded her a hundred thousand after she saved Fu Long that day.

It turns out, Fu Long is really that "useful"!

"I am truly reaching above my station," she said with a laugh, teasingly.

Fu Long sat down at the table and beckoned to her, "Who’s reaching above whose station is still up for debate! Ali, come join me for a drink."

"I’ve been unwell lately, I can’t drink spirits." She had just miscarried not long ago.

She, at least, knew to take care of her own body.

Fu Long stared at her for a good while before asking, "Aren’t you going to tell me about it?"

"It’s a trivial matter, talking to you about it has no meaning."

"Alright then, I won’t ask, I’ll just drink by myself," Fu Long poured himself a cup.

He said he wouldn’t ask, and that’s exactly what he did, straightforward and decisive.

"Dalang, bring over some tea."

"Yes, big brother."

Before long, the jailer named Alang brought Chu Qianli a pot of warm tea.

Chu Qianli sat by the table, slowly nibbling on some pastries and sipping tea.

"What exactly is going on with Prince Xiaoyao? This myocarditis, it clearly has many years of history."

"Are your medical skills truly that remarkable?" Fu Long found it astonishing.

He had inquired about that night’s events; it was Chu Qianli who had treated the Prince—though she said nothing, Fu Long knew it must have been during the Prince’s episode.

"They’re passable," Chu Qianli admitted without false modesty.

If one’s medical skills are good, there’s nothing wrong with saying so.

After drinking a sip of wine, Fu Long told her all about Feng Wuya’s situation, in great detail.

"As far as I know, Prince Xiaoyao has had this illness since he was a child."

"Palpitations, all the Imperial Physicians in the palace have seen him, even famous doctors from outside have been invited to have a look, and of course, Yu Linglong has seen him too."

"No one can cure it, oh right..."

He looked at Chu Qianli, leaned in closer, and lowered his voice:

"I heard that when he was younger, Mr. Wu Chenzi, renowned across the world..."

"Yu Linglong’s master?" Wu Chenzi, a name that resonates like thunder, but unfortunately, she had never had the chance to meet him since she crossed over into this world.

"Right, Yu Linglong’s master. When the Prince was young, he once predicted..."

"It’s not going to be something like, he won’t live past a certain age, is it?" Chu Qianli’s heart, slowly sank.

It’s somewhat regrettable; after all, Prince Xiaoyao is truly too handsome and ethereal, unparalleled and otherworldly.

Towards super handsome men, women always tend to have a soft spot.

Though she’s not silly about it, it still feels regrettable, such a celestial and exceptionally beautiful man.

Fu Long sighed lightly, "Although Prince Xiaoyao doesn’t like socializing, showing a distant attitude towards others, he’s actually quite approachable."

"Are you well-acquainted with him?" Chu Qianli asked.

Fu Long shook his head, "Not well-acquainted, just interacted a few times; he doesn’t carry the airs of a Prince, he’s very gentle."

"What’s most commendable is, he’s uninvolved in worldly conflicts, unlike other Princes or sons of the Emperor, who are deeply shrewd and ruthless."

"Unfortunately, Wu Chenzi has read his fate, saying that with his illness, he won’t live past twenty-five."

Such a wonderful Prince, to pass away young, truly a cause for sorrow.

"He lacks the heart for strife, perhaps just because of his own ailments," Chu Qianli doesn’t understand Feng Wuya well.

Therefore, she reserves judgment on his character for the time being.

"But isn’t it said that Mr. Wu Chenzi’s medical skills are very profound? Could it be that even he is helpless? From what I see, it’s not incurable."

"What? You have a way to save Prince Xiaoyao?"

Fu Long looked incredulous, "Really?"