Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 265: That night, did you also go to Qianyun Pavilion?

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: That night, did you also go to Qianyun Pavilion?

That afternoon, Chu Qianli received a message.

The Emperor intended to select a consort for Prince Yexuan.

It took a while for Chu Qianli to come to her senses when she heard the news from the voice recorder delivered by Fu Long.

In fact, she didn’t even know what she was thinking.

It was as if, for a moment, her brain went completely blank.

He was going to choose a consort, wasn’t that a perfectly normal thing?

He was the son the Emperor currently favored most, and very likely the future successor to the throne.

Even for Chu Huaiyu, the Emperor might not be entirely satisfied.

So, selecting a better consort for him, perhaps a princess from a neighboring country or someone alike, would be beneficial for him.

Such foreseeable matters didn’t warrant her attention or energy.

One extra second spent on it would be a waste of time.

And yet, she seemed to have spent an unknown amount of time daydreaming.

"Miss Li..."

"What is your name?" Chu Qianli asked, looking at the girl in front of her.

The girl bowed her hands and said, "My name is Fu Ning. Fu Long is my brother."

"A member of the martial world?" From her way of bowing her hands, she didn’t seem like a butler’s daughter or anything like that.

Her straightforward and bold air was quite appealing to Chu Qianli.

Fu Ning quickly responded, "I wouldn’t say a member of the martial world exactly, just that I’ve been escorting goods for the Escort Agency since I was fourteen..."

"Protect the escort!" Something materialized out of thin air in Chu Qianli’s hand and was suddenly hurled toward Fu Ning.

Fu Ning was shocked, not expecting her to launch a sudden attack, and immediately backed away.

Her steps were as smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water; when she rose from the ground, she made no sound of breathing.

Light as a feather, as if floating up in an instant!

Such martial artistry was truly breathtaking!

The object thrown by Chu Qianli landed not far from Fu Ning, just a small bead.

Fu Ning picked it up, approached Chu Qianli, and returned it to her.

Chu Qianli sighed lightly, "Your Qinggong is far inferior to Fu Long’s!"

Fu Ning was not modest and spoke the truth bluntly, "While I may not be great at martial arts, Qinggong came easily to me. I can learn the Qinggong steps of the formidable figures in the martial world with just a glance."

Chu Qianli nodded.

Fu Long had sent her such a formidable person.

A master of Qinggong was incredibly useful to her.

"Good."

Chu Qianli turned and walked away. After a short while, she returned the voice recorder to Fu Ning, "Can you move freely in and out of the palace?"

This Qinggong should be no problem,

Amongst those Chu Qianli had seen, perhaps only Yexuan’s Qinggong was a notch above hers.

Even Han Zhan might not be her match in Qinggong.

Fu Ning took the recorder with both hands and nodded, "No problem, I’ll deliver it to big brother right away."

Fu Ning walked a few steps, then paused, as if she suddenly remembered something, and turned back to look at Chu Qianli.

"Big brother said that these last few days the consorts in the Harem have been restless, they should be returning to the Empress Dowager to present beauties to Prince Yexuan, Miss..."

She looked at Chu Qianli, but still couldn’t see any emotional fluctuation underneath Chu Qianli’s eyes.

Fu Ning found it odd; big brother said that Miss Li was Prince Yexuan’s woman.

Why was Miss Li so indifferent to the matter of Prince Yexuan choosing a consort?

"I’m just mentioning it to you, whether you want to involve yourself, that is up to you to decide. I will take my leave now!"

Fu Ning left.

Chu Qianli watched her retreating figure, her mind wandering.

The consorts were all going to present beauties to the Empress Dowager, those without sons or whose sons were not accomplished would all want to use this chance to establish a connection with Prince Yexuan.

So, would Consort Jin return to the palace tonight or tomorrow?

A withered leaf fell onto her hand.

Chu Qianli clasped the leaf in her palm and gradually, crushed it...

...

"She was unwilling to let you take her pulse?" Yexuan put down the cup in his hand; his thick, ink-like eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Yes." Liujin nodded and said helplessly, "The moment she realized I was going to take her pulse, she even wanted to strike me."

"The acupoints that I sealed on her should not have been released yet. You couldn’t even touch her?"

The more secretive she was, the more Yexuan felt that something was off.

What exactly was she hiding? Why was she so resistant to letting Liujin take her pulse?

Suddenly, he turned around sharply, staring at Liujin, "Could it be that she really is gravely injured?"

Liujin thought for a moment and shook his head, "Although Miss Li’s complexion does seem rather poor, and her body evidently lacks vigor, it doesn’t seem like she has suffered a serious injury."