Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 313 - 312: You Want My Life, I’ll Give It to You

Chapter 313: Chapter 312: You Want My Life, I’ll Give It to You

"No," Chu Qianli rejected him calmly and decisively.

There wasn’t the slightest room for negotiation.

"Do you really have to be like this?" He was really about to lose control!

In his sight, Chu Qianli’s face also started to blur.

Within his chest, the blood churned even more violently!

Feng Yexuan’s voice turned into a hoarse roar, "I have already begged you for forgiveness, humbled myself! I am already atoning for my sins! What more do you want me to do?"

"Do you really want me to atone with my life before you’ll be happy?"

"Fine, if you want my life, I’ll give it to you!"

Feng Yexuan snatched her hand, and placed it on his own neck.

"Take a knife out from your bracelet, and kill me! I won’t fight back! Do it!"

Chu Qianli, however, just watched him quietly, unmoved by his agitation, her face remained expressionless.

Her eyes were calm and waveless.

"Prince Yexuan, have you had enough of your outburst?" she asked coldly.

"You’re the one making a scene now!" Feng Yexuan roared back.

Why did the emperor have to grant her a divorce decree!

Once the divorce decree is issued, his ties with her would be truly severed!

How can she be so heartless?

Just a day before, they were fighting side by side, fighting enemies together.

Indeed, at that time, they were fine.

"Lili..."

"Prince, from now on, please call me Miss Chu," Chu Qianli interrupted coldly.

Feng Yexuan’s hand continued to tremble, and suddenly, he coughed, a taste of blood already reaching his lips.

With a slight misstep, it spilled out.

He raised his hand, carelessly wiped it away.

His sleeve was covered in fresh blood.

But on Chu Qianli’s face, there was still not a trace of expression, "Prince, do you really have to put on such a display of vulnerability in front of me, just to make me soften my heart?"

"Prince, don’t you think, that behaving like this, is really quite boring?"

These words were like knives, stabbing into his heart one by one.

The woman he cared about so much saw him spitting blood, but accused him of putting on an act for her.

Heh, this woman, whom he loved and hated, who he wished he would never see again, yet couldn’t bear to hurt in the slightest.

This woman, who looked down on him!

"You... don’t regret it."

Suddenly, Feng Yexuan pushed her away.

Whether it was due to illness or something else, the force of the push was very small and light.

Chu Qianli only took two steps back before she stabilized herself, and didn’t fall to the ground.

Has he become this weak?

But her eyes still showed not a trace of pity, her gaze remained as cold as ever.

"Prince, I have now regained my freedom. In the future, I will marry someone else, so please do not enter my boudoir in the middle of the night, lest my reputation be ruined."

Feng Yexuan glared at her, the palm of his clenched hand being pricked by his sharp nails into a shade of crimson.

In the end, his gaze finally left her.

Despair filled his eyes, a dead silence within.

Feng Yexuan left Chu Qianli’s bedroom.

There were quite a few people in the courtyard, all of whom only dared to watch from a distance, not daring to come closer.

As Prince Yexuan passed by, everyone immediately bowed in a salute, "We greet the Prince."

But he paid no attention to any of them.

That handsome face, illuminated by the moonlight, was ghastly pale.

Leng Ji hurried over, barely arriving when he saw the Prince step out from the back door of the Duke Residence.

Leng Ji immediately approached him, "Prince!"

Today, the Prince was reorganizing the troops in Jicheng, and he was supposed to return with the troops in the afternoon.

But someone, somehow, had sent news that Chu Qianli was beseeching the Emperor in the main hall for a divorce decree.

The Prince immediately rushed back.

You must know, he was seriously injured!

Leng Ji was scared half to death, hurried to follow him, but just as he left the military camp, he lost sight of the Prince.

He was able to catch up at this time because the Prince really wasn’t in good health, moving much slower than before.

Otherwise, how could he have caught up?

"Prince..." Feng Yexuan simply ignored him.

After leaving the Duke Residence, he walked alone on the street, his lonely and rigid silhouette giving off an indescribable sense of desolation.

Leng Ji saw that his complexion was really not good, caught up to him, but the Prince still ignored him.

Leng Ji said cautiously, "Your Highness, this matter... perhaps... perhaps it’s just a misunderstanding. Maybe..."

Leng Ji thought for a moment, suddenly brightened as if remembering something, and immediately said, "Perhaps, Miss Lili was forced."

Last time, wasn’t it the Emperor who forced her?

Feng Yexuan suddenly stopped.

Leng Ji was overjoyed inside, hurriedly catching up, "Prince, Miss Lili may... Prince! Prince!"

He saw the Prince’s tall frame abruptly start to fall backward.

Leng Ji was so frightened his soul nearly flew away!

He quickly went over to support him, and looking down, he saw that the Prince’s face was pale, covered in blood.

"Prince!"

Leng Ji felt a pang in his heart, supporting Feng Yexuan, they vaulted onto the horseback in one leap.

The two men on one horse, sped swiftly in the direction of the Prince Residence.

...

Chu Qianli’s room was completely destroyed.

Even the bed had several large holes smashed into it, making it impossible to sleep on.

Not to mention the tables and chairs and such.

The only thing intact was the girl standing amidst the ruins.

When Han Zhan rushed in, he was somewhat anxious, completely forgetting that at this hour, most people would have already gone to bed.

What Chu Qianli wore were her nightclothes, thin undergarments and underpants.

Fu Ning followed Han Zhan in one step later, immediately rummaged through the destroyed wardrobe, and found a robe.

Dusting it off, he draped it over Chu Qianli: "Miss..."

"He... left?" She had seen clearly the way Feng Yexuan left just now.

That silhouette was indescribably cold and also lonely.

It carried an air of deathlike despair.

Fu Ning nodded, "He left, walking out the door without losing his temper or hurting anyone, but his complexion appeared... very poor."

Han Zhan still couldn’t help himself, looking at her, "Did you really take the divorce papers?"

"The news spread so fiercely, do you think it could be fake?" Chu Qianli’s words weren’t sarcastic, just somewhat powerless.

A feeling of deep powerlessness.

Perhaps she was influenced by Feng Yexuan’s rage just now; at this moment, she didn’t want to say much.

Han Zhan’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"Your feelings for him..."

"What’s that to you?"

"You..."

"I’m tired. Can I rest properly first? If there’s anything, we can talk tomorrow."

Chu Qianli turned around, wanting to sit on her own bed.

But she hadn’t realized the bed was smashed through.

The man prone to violent tantrums, when he lost his temper, was indeed quite terrifying.

That he hadn’t hurt her, was it a stroke of luck amidst misfortune?

Han Zhan, although a bit stifled, didn’t intend to quibble with her considering the great indignity she had just suffered at the hands of Prince Yexuan.

After all, this woman’s temper had never been good.

"With your bedroom destroyed like this, where do you plan to sleep tonight?" he couldn’t help but ask with concern.

Chu Qianli instead sneered, "Are you asking if I want to sleep in your room?"