Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 260: How Much She Likes the Prince

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: How Much She Likes the Prince

Feng Yexuan felt a tightness in his heart as he crouched down and reached out to touch the bloodstain on the ground.

Although it had been wiped, one could still tell that there had been a large pool, as if it had flowed everywhere.

He couldn’t imagine what kind of injury would cause so much blood to be lost?

But when he saw her again, she was indeed all right, with no obvious injury on her body.

The most serious injury might have been to her hand.

But so much blood couldn’t possibly have come from a wound on her hand.

"Prince, this blood... It may not be Miss Li’s,"

Leng Ji recalled what he had seen of Chu Qianli over the past two days and indeed didn’t notice any serious injury on her.

Feng Yexuan didn’t speak, his heart was just tightly wound up.

If it wasn’t hers, then who else had been here during this time?

How could such a severe injury go unnoticed by others?

"There’s no need for the Prince to worry. Although we don’t know whose blood this is, at least the Miss Li we’ve seen is fine,"

Leng Ji seldom saw the Prince with such a distressed face, those two sword-like eyebrows locked tightly together, he must be feeling very uncomfortable inside.

He was just trying to calm him down.

Feng Yexuan gave him a glance, holding back the throbbing pain in his heart, he said coldly, "Why should this prince worry? Isn’t that woman still fine?"

"That... Yes, there is no need... to worry, Miss Li is now... quite fine,"

As someone who couldn’t fathom the Prince’s thoughts, Leng Ji didn’t even dare to breathe too hard.

To accompany the king was like accompanying a tiger, at any moment it could cause a person to break out in a sweat.

"Prince, that... Prince, I’ll check if there’s anything else in the room, heh, hehe..."

Leng Ji quickly left from the doorway.

Feng Yexuan’s gaze remained locked on the traces left by that pool of blood.

What appeared before his eyes was a large pool of crimson blood, streaming down from her body.

But she didn’t have such a serious injury on her body, if she had, she couldn’t possibly have such steady breathing.

What on earth was going on?

"Prince!" Leng Ji suddenly discovered something, his face filled with shock.

"Prince, is... is this you?"

Feng Yexuan furrowed his brows and finally came out of his thoughts from focusing on the bloodstain.

It couldn’t be hers, she was fine now, just a little weak and pale.

But at least, she was alright.

As for whose blood this was, he would order someone to investigate clearly.

Feng Yexuan looked at the paper Leng Ji had picked up from the table, his eyes slightly darkening as he slowly walked over.

Daylight had broken.

Strips of light seeped in from the window, casting onto the paper, revealing the portrait on it with crystal clear clarity.

Holding the painting, Leng Ji looked at the portrait and then at Feng Yexuan. After the shock had passed, he suddenly became excited: "Prince, it really is you!"

"Who allowed you to touch her things?" Feng Yexuan’s expression darkened.

With a sweep of his long sleeve, the painting was already in his hand.

His own back.

Even though one could only see half of a side face, her skills were so formidable that the likeness was very striking.

At a glance, one could tell who it was.

This woman, had she really drawn him secretly, without any reason?

Feng Yexuan’s heart was somewhat shaken, and after the shaking, his eyes suddenly darkened: "Just left on the table?"

"No, it was taken out from here by this subordinate,"

Leng Ji pointed to a pile of papers nearby.

Some were inscribed with strange symbols and others were clearly written with text, as if understandable, yet not understandable.

There were three characters that Feng Yexuan thought he understood, but, clearly, those characters were wrong.

He was almost driven to a nervous breakdown, yet inexplicably felt a bit excited.

Yexuan, it was clearly his name, but why was the surname different?

Why had she written the surname "Feng" instead of "風"?

This character "Feng" seemed similar, but not accurate.

Could it be that the woman was illiterate, even getting his surname wrong?

She didn’t look like someone so foolish, yet, inexplicably, couldn’t even write the simplest character for "風".

Truly... unbearably stupid.

"Prince, Miss Chu wrote your name, didn’t she?"

Leng Ji also noticed this, but Miss Chu even got the Prince’s surname wrong—her level of cultural literacy was really not high.

As for this painting...

Leng Ji couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the scroll again.

"Prince, Miss Chu secretly drew your portrait and silently wrote your name. Miss Chu must like you very much!"

"What’s it to you?" Feng Yexuan retorted with an icy chill.

Inside, however, he felt an inexplicable unease.

Did that wretched woman really secretly draw his likeness, write his name, or did she create all this to confuse him?

But Leng Ji didn’t understand: "Aren’t you happy, Prince?"

Feng Yexuan said nothing, collected the painting, and took away her writing.

"Throw the rest away, and bring her a new set."

"Why?" When everything was just fine, why throw away Miss Chu’s things?

No, that wasn’t it. The Prince had taken away everything Miss Chu had used, including papers with random symbols on them.

What he ordered to be discarded was the unused stuff.

Leng Ji was utterly confused: "These are perfectly good—what a waste to throw them out. If you’re worried Miss Chu won’t have enough, I’ll bring some more new ones..."

Under Feng Yexuan’s gaze, cold as if quenched in ice, Leng Ji’s voice grew fainter and fainter.

In the end, his voice was so soft he could barely hear himself.

Feng Yexuan was getting annoyed with him.

Not only was he too talkative, but he was also exceptionally dull!

If he didn’t throw everything away, was he supposed to tell the woman that he had taken away the words and paintings she’d made?

"Order someone to come and tidy up this bedroom properly!"

He stepped away.

As he reached the door, his eyes couldn’t resist lingering on that remaining bloodstain.

Whose blood was it, after all?

"Look into it properly for me, has anyone else come here during this period?"

"Yes!"

Leng Ji finally showed some cleverness, realizing the Prince wanted to investigate the owner of that bloodstain.

Fortunately, Miss Chu was fine, so that bloodstain definitely wasn’t hers.

Otherwise, if something had happened to Miss Chu during those days she was imprisoned, the Prince... would regret it for a lifetime, right?

...By the time Feng Yexuan returned to Wuzhou Garden, the sky was already completely bright.

Seeing the two figures waiting outside, Leng Ji looked surprised.

"Miss Huaiyu, you’re still recovering. Why are you waiting here so early in the morning?"

Leng Ji glanced at the Prince.

Although the Prince had left Qianyun Pavilion with a grim expression due to that bloodstain,

Leng Ji knew that he kept the portrait Chu Qianli had drawn for him, and the mood wasn’t all that bad.

Now that he saw Chu Huaiyu, that barely discernible trace of pleasure in the bottom of the Prince’s eyes had completely disappeared.

Supported by Xiaoya, Chu Huaiyu took light and slow steps towards Feng Yexuan.

Her voice was always as gentle as a spring breeze: "Prince, Huaiyu has a rather presumptuous request, please grant me this favor."