Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 254 Are You Really Not Angry?

Chapter 254: Chapter 254 Are You Really Not Angry?

Fu Long didn’t get an answer from Chu Qianli to his question.

She had roughly taken Feng Wuya’s pulse, but she still wasn’t clear on the extent of the disease focus.

However, heart disease, which is fatal in ancient times, isn’t so difficult to treat in modern times.

"By the way, Wu Chenzi also mentioned another possibility back then..."

"What possibility?" Chu Qianli’s curiosity was inexplicably ignited.

She was incredibly curious about Wu Chenzi.

With an aura of an immortal, she still had no idea what sort of person he really was.

Fu Long thought for a moment before saying, "It is said that when Wu Chenzi read Prince Xiaoyao’s fate, he claimed he wouldn’t live past twenty-five unless..."

"Unless?"

"Yes, unless." Fu Long nodded affirmatively.

This legend was known by quite a few people in the palace.

Having served by the Emperor’s side for so many years, he knew quite a number of the Imperial Family’s secret legends.

"Unless what?" Chu Qianli asked with a curious face.

But Fu Long just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, "He didn’t say."

Chu Qianli nearly rolled her eyes.

If she hadn’t been in such a bad mood lately, she really would have cursed.

However, after seeing Fu Long tonight, her gloomy heart finally found a bit of brightness.

People always need friends.

Without friends, it would be difficult to make even a single step forward.

"Forget it, if I get a chance later, I’ll go and..."

But thinking about it, she found herself somewhat ridiculous.

The primary duty of a doctor is to save the injured and heal the sick.

But hadn’t this member of the Imperial Family hurt her deeply enough?

"I know you hold deep resentment towards the Imperial Family, but," Fu Long looked at her earnestly, "Prince Xiaoyao is different from the rest of them."

"He’s serene and transcendent, uninvolved with worldly strife, a good person."

"Hmm." She just nodded but didn’t express any particular stand.

Whether to save Feng Wuya or not would be a decision for later.

Moreover, he was a member of the Imperial Family.

And many in the Imperial Family had a high opinion of her; they might not even allow her to try healing them.

Why bother thinking so much?

"Fu Long, I have no one by my side." She dropped the topic of Feng Wuya.

Fu Long also knew how the people of the Imperial Family had bullied her.

Asking her to save someone from the Imperial Family would likely be very difficult.

Yet, even Wu Chenzi was helpless against the heart palpitations disease; if Ali were to intervene, she may not be able to cure it either.

If she failed to cure it or even made the condition worse, she might end up with a criminal charge.

It was also good to be wise and protect oneself.

"I’ll make arrangements for you, but Yexuan is not so easy to fool. You’ll still need to be careful and discreet."

"Okay." Chu Qianli nodded, then suddenly remembered something and took a small object out of her bracelet.

"Fu Long, I have something for you."

"What is this?" Fu Long took it and couldn’t understand.

"A voice recorder."

... After explaining how to use the voice recorder, Fu Long left with the tiny pen, full of interest.

Ali always had so many novel things; each one was so fascinating.

With this recorder, there would be no need for written messages in the future.

Nor would there be fears of secrets being exposed.

After all, unlocking a voice recorder required some intricate steps that an ordinary person definitely wouldn’t figure out.

After seeing Fu Long off, Chu Qianli lay down on the bed and soon drifted into a drowsy sleep.

Until she distinctly felt a chill pressing onto her face.

That’s when she suddenly opened her eyes.

The man in black, his attire didn’t quite fit with his usual style.

"Is Prince also planning a prison break?" she yawned and leisurely sat up.

"You have nothing to say to me?" Feng Yexuan stood by her bedside.

He had come without making a single sound.

That cold aura of his, had it been anyone else, they might have been scared to insanity.

"Prince Xiaoyao had an onset of his palpitation illness, and it just so happened that I was there, so..."

"You knew he had a heart disease?"

"I am a doctor. A pulse is all it takes to know."

Her sincere attitude in explaining indeed took Feng Yexuan by surprise.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at her face.

That face, calm and composed, showed no sign of dissatisfaction or resentment.

"To be abandoned by me doesn’t anger you at all?"

"At that time, Prince Xiaoyao was in a critical condition, and you were in a rush to take him back for treatment. There’s no fault in that."

Chu Qianli flipped the blanket open, got off the bed, and put on her long boots.

"Besides, you knew that the Sky Prison had Fu Long’s people, and surely Fu Long would not let me suffer."

"So, to settle Prince Xiaoyao’s matter first and then to come back for me later, it makes perfect sense."

"You are quite aware that I would definitely come to take you away," Feng Yexuan stared at her clothes.

Though wrinkled, her attire was neat, clearly ready to leave at any moment.

This woman... he couldn’t quite identify his feelings at the moment.

Unhappy that she anticipated every move, reading even his thoughts thoroughly.

Yet, it was her wise judgement that made it comfortable to be with her; there was no need for explanations, nor excess words.

Indeed, it felt very comfortable to be with her.

Whether he was pleased or not didn’t matter anymore.

He turned and walked towards the exit.

Chu Qianli followed behind him, walking out of the Sky Prison with a swagger.

The jailers trembled at the sight of the Prince.

To stop the Prince from breaking out the prison, or to let him pass?

Ultimately, of course, they allowed him to pass—who would dare to obstruct him?

Unless the Emperor had given a direct kill order, otherwise... it’s better not to meddle in this affair between the father and son.

They hastened to report to Eunuch Qing.

Feng Yexuan, with Chu Qianli, left the Sky Prison and then the Imperial Palace.

The way out was smooth and unobstructed.

He mounted his horse and reached out his hand to her.

Chu Qianli placed her hand in his, and with his gentle tug, she leapt onto the horse.

A gust of evening wind blew, making Chu Qianli involuntarily shrink in her seat.

The wind of late autumn was beginning to feel chilly.

Feng Yexuan pulled open his robe and wrapped her inside it.

Looking down, he could see her small face, the size of a palm, aglow with a soft sheen under the dim moonlight.

"Are you really not angry?"

"Only somewhat helpless."

"So, you are still angry?"

Chu Qianli’s brows lightly furrowed as she lifted her head to meet his gaze, "Prince, what do you wish for me to say?"

Feng Yexuan didn’t know what he wanted her to say.

Not angry, and he felt displeased as if she didn’t care at all about what attitude he held towards her.

But if she were angry, he would still feel uncomfortable because she didn’t understand him.

"When did the Prince also begin to become so sentimental?" she couldn’t help but sigh lightly.

"Should I make a poignant remark about how being beside you is like accompanying a tiger?"

He said nothing, his face ever cold.

With a squeeze of his legs, the horse instantly took off like an arrow.

Before long, they arrived at a certain mansion.

Chu Qianli looked up, a trace of surprise flashing through her eyes.

For Feng Yexuan to bring her here was, indeed, somewhat unexpected.

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