Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 270 - 269: Rage, Burning His Reason to Ash

Chapter 270: Chapter 269: Rage, Burning His Reason to Ash

The solitary grave was hidden well, tucked away behind a cluster of flowers.

It was small, quiet, but meticulously kept.

On a wooden plank, a few crooked characters were written—Tomb of the Beloved Child.

Feng Yexuan, as if gone mad, dug up the lonely grave with his bare hands.

Everyone stood by, some unable to bear the sight, fearing that buried within was something—too cruel.

But it didn’t make sense; Miss Chu hadn’t given birth, where did this child come from?

In the end, Feng Yexuan unearthed a wooden box.

His hands trembling, he opened the box.

Inside was a garment!

A garment soaked with bloodstains!

The very one she wore that night...

He finally understood why there had been such an extensive pool of blood on the ground.

It turned out, it was the blood she had lost from a miscarriage.

The garment from that night... the night he had ordered her to be locked away.

Alone in her room, she suffered a miscarriage, unknown to everyone, with no one to save her, not even someone to care for her.

No wonder she seemed like a completely different person when they met again, utterly devoid of vitality.

He had no idea she had been through so much.

She had nearly died under his very nose!

"Consort Jin..."

Suddenly, Feng Yexuan’s eyes narrowed sharply, and he stood up abruptly, turning to leave.

He walked so swiftly that Leng Ji couldn’t catch up.

All he knew was that the Prince seemed... seemed to be rushing toward Consort Jin’s courtyard.

Consort Jin...

Leng Ji pondered and immediately felt a tightening in his chest.

That night, Consort Jin brought a Palace Maid to see Miss Chu, and tonight, Miss Chu seemed desperate to kill Consort Jin.

Could it be... Consort Jin?

...with a loud bang, the door to Consort Jin’s room was kicked open by Feng Yexuan.

The occupants inside jumped in fright, Jingjing even let out a piercing scream, "Ah... "

Consort Jin was so scared that she scrambled up from the bed.

After the Doctor had dressed her wounds, she calmed down and ordered everyone to leave, claiming she needed to rest.

Even Feng Jinrui was sent away by her.

When everyone had left, she quickly instructed Jingjing, "Now, almost ten days have passed since that night, no one will know what she ate or drank on that day."

"Even if Mr. Liujin can diagnose that she had a miscarriage, he does not have the power to discern that it was caused by a Miscarriage Drug."

"As long as we insist it has nothing to do with us, the matter is unrelated to us."

"She had a miscarriage due to a fall; what does that have to do with us?"

"They may not believe what she says. If we deny it, there will be no issue! You must remember, you absolutely cannot admit it! Nothing will happen, absolutely nothing!"

Jingjing could only bite down hard and nod vigorously.

By denying it, there would be no issue. Chu Qianli might lie, and they would just insist that she was the one lying!

Nothing will happen, absolutely nothing!

But now, seeing Prince Yexuan step in with his icy strides, a chill emanating from him, his whole being seemed like an Asura from hell.

Jingjing immediately fell to her knees with a thud, trembling, nearly fainting.

"Prince, Prince... Ah! Ahhh!"

What did she see?

In the hands of Prince Yexuan, there was a garment, a garment profoundly stained with blood.

This garment, Jingjing would never forget!

Because ever since that night, she had been having nightmares every night.

In her dreams, there were images of Chu Qianli lying in a pool of blood, with blood unceasingly flowing from between her legs!

That was the garment she wore at the time!

That very one!

Jingjing seemed to have gone mad, constantly trying to hide behind her, until she bumped into a chair, and she still wanted to hide!

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Consort Jin roared.

"Quiet down for Her Highness! Jingjing!"

The roaring voice of Consort Jin finally calmed Jingjing down a bit.

Jingjing immediately knelt on the ground, her head low and quivering, too scared to look at the dress in Feng Yexuan’s hand, not daring to even glance at it.

Feng Yexuan took heavy steps, one after another, walking up to Consort Jin.

Consort Jin had already sat up and was watching him.

"What did she tell you? Xuanxuan, don’t believe a word, she just doesn’t want us, mother and son, to get along!"

"She was demoted to a concubine in the Prince Residence; she feels aggrieved and unwilling at heart, she hates me, and that’s why she slanders me!"

"Xuanxuan..."

"She!" Feng Yexuan’s chest, kept heaving! Fiercely heaving!

"Not a single word!"

Consort Jin’s heart skipped a beat at once.

Chu Qianli didn’t say anything? Impossible, how could that be!

She must have told Feng Yexuan that she’d been forced to drink the miscarriage drug, how could she not mention such an injustice?

Hadn’t he gotten the dress from that night? Wasn’t it all in his hands?

If not told by Chu Qianli, how could he possibly know all this?

"Xuanxuan, you’ve been deceived by her!"

Consort Jin hurriedly got off the bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and quickly walked up to him.

Trying to grab his hand, she was instead fiercely pushed away by Feng Yexuan.

"Ah!"

Consort Jin hadn’t expected him to push so hard, and in her carelessness, was thrown against the nearby chair.

Consort Jin barely managed to steady herself, turned back to look at him, and frantically said, "Xuanxuan, you’ve really been fooled by her!"

"She’s been plotting with all her heart, just to drive a wedge between us, mother and son, she’s seeking revenge! Xuanxuan! She wanted to kill me, didn’t you see it with your own eyes?"

"Why would she want to kill you? Don’t you know why?"

He walked toward her step by step, his entire being as if shrouded in a layer of thick frost.

Even without getting close, you could feel the chill emanating from him.

So cold that it made one’s body shiver, so cold that it froze one’s blood!

"Xuanxuan..."

Feng Yexuan suddenly turned around, his large palm tightening.

Jingjing, who lay crumpled on the ground, was grasped by his profound inner strength and thrown heavily onto the floor.

"Ah! Prince, my Prince..."

"Look at what this is?"

Feng Yexuan stood before her, lifting the dress in his hand toward her face.

"Ah..." Jingjing, frightened, hastily shrank back.

Consort Jin’s eyes reddened with urgency, this foolish girl, she must not let anything slip!

"Jingjing, you..."

"Shut your mouth!" Feng Yexuan roared violently!

A powerful breath came rushing toward her.

Consort Jin was forced to fall back onto the chair with a thud, her chest in turmoil and she lacked even the strength to speak.

He was truly enraged!

The Feng Yexuan of now, how terrifying he was!

His anger had completely consumed his reason, and now, his heart and eyes were filled with murderous intent!

"The Prince is asking you, what is this? Speak!"

"It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me..."

Jingjing simply couldn’t withstand such immense pressure; her small body shook like a sieve.

She suddenly knelt down, her head knocking on the floor, tears streaming down like rain:

"It was Consort Jin who forced me to do it! The miscarriage drug, it was her who commanded me to pour it! Prince, spare my life! Miss Chu, spare my life! Spare me!"