Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 338 - 337: Isn’t Your Man Prince Xuan?

Chapter 338: Chapter 337: Isn’t Your Man Prince Xuan?

That night, the girls who had advanced were arranged to reside in Yuhua Palace.

Han Zhan, as a personal guard, was also able to stay in Chu Huaiyu’s courtyard.

However, after going back, Chu Huaiyu dismissed Xiaoya and shut the door, throwing herself into Han Zhan’s embrace and began to cry.

Han Zhan was still not used to being so close to her, even though they had shared that kind of relationship.

He wanted to push her away, but then he realized how cruel that action would be.

His hand landed on her shoulder, and in the end, the force pushing her away retracted.

"You’ve suffered."

But even as he said this, Chu Huaiyu could sense some lack of enthusiasm.

Han Zhan said indifferently, "You are already my woman. If you truly feel it’s unbearable, then how about I go ask the Grand Tutor for your hand in marriage? As long as I tell him about our relationship..."

"That’s not possible!" Chu Huaiyu immediately refused, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Han Zhan, you know the situation of the Duke Residence better than anyone; my father... my father now, can only count on me to create opportunities for him."

"Even though it’s only the Grand Tutor, it’s still a high-ranking official position and nothing disgraceful. Why should you..."

"Han Zhan, you won’t understand. My father harbors great ambition. Forcing him to live his entire life as a mere Grand Tutor, he wouldn’t be able to survive!"

Chu Huaiyu clutched his clothing, looking up at him, her small face streaked with tears.

"Han Zhan, I must win, I must become the Princess Consort to Prince Yexuan. You have to help me..."

"How can I help you?" It’s Prince Yexuan selecting a concubine, not him.

Chu Huaiyu’s gaze faltered. Han Zhan was actually getting impatient with her.

This would have been absolutely impossible before.

He was growing colder and colder towards her!

But she had no other options at the moment.

Chu Huaiyu said softly, "I heard that the Prince has taken a liking to Princess Pingyue from Longteng Country. Han Zhan, can you... can you help me think of a way to prevent Princess Pingyue from participating in the next round..."

"Huaiyu, when did you become like this?"

Han Zhan couldn’t believe it and finally pushed her away.

"What’s wrong with fair competition? How could you..."

"Han Zhan, I am already your woman!"

Chu Huaiyu’s face darkened, and she was no longer pleased, "When you wanted me, when you were playing with me, you were so unrestrained. Now you don’t want to help me with even a small favor?"

"I did not." He truly couldn’t remember what had happened that night, let alone any talk of playing with her.

"Whether you admit it or not, you have already... have already done that with me. Don’t you have to take responsibility for what happens to me now?"

Chu Huaiyu stuffed a package into his arms.

Since asking him didn’t work, she’d have to exploit his guilt to get him to act on her behalf.

"This isn’t poison. It won’t kill anyone, but it can leave one powerless for the next two days."

"Huaiyu..."

"I don’t intend to harm anyone, but I must be selected. I have to make my father stand out."

Chu Huaiyu, with a resolute tone, said, "If I am not chosen as Princess Consort to Yexuan, then I might as well not live, and you’d be free. Han Zhan, are you truly so eager to get rid of me that you won’t help me?"

...Chu Qianli also moved into Yuhua Palace.

The palace was vast, and each girl could have her own little world.

Fu Ning had prepared everything for her early on.

Fu Long also came after nightfall.

"Ali, Princess Pingyue is staying quite far from you, in the eastern wing."

Whereas Chu Qianli was in the most secluded corner of the western wing.

Leng Ji had intended to arrange a better place for her, but Chu Qianli herself had requested a quiet location.

So Leng Ji had placed her there.

"Ali, it was said that today, Lord Yexuan publicly claimed that you have ulterior motives in approaching Princess Pingyue."

Fu Long was also vexed.

Prince Yexuan’s eyes are so pernicious, nothing escapes his notice!

He was also far too harsh and decisive with Ali, not giving her any leeway whatsoever.

"What about Princess Pingyue’s thoughts on you? Afterwards, she..."

"Afterwards, we each returned. I haven’t seen her since."

Chu Qianli let out a silent, shallow sigh.

Feng Yexuan, that dog of a man, is really... um, difficult to deal with.

Trying to do anything under his watch is so hard.

Yet, calling her out to her face like that is truly... that meanie, he just doesn’t want to make her life easy.

"Ali, regarding the Commandery Princess Pingyue, what do you think..."

"Actually, she’s quite straightforward with no convoluted intentions. Honestly, I don’t want to hide too much from her either."

But some things cannot be said now, not a single word.

"Ali..."

"Miss, I’ve prepared the pear paste you asked for." Fu Ning knocked on the door.

Chu Qianli nodded, "Fu Long, wait for me a moment, I’ll go get the pear paste and mix some medicine for you, you’ve been overheated these past few days."

Fu Long was immediately moved.

His throat felt uncomfortable, and he did not expect that she would notice just after his arrival.

Ali is already so busy to the point of falling apart, yet she still remembers to attend to his needs.

Fu Long felt incredibly touched in his heart.

"Alright, I’ll wait for you here."

Chu Qianli followed Fu Ning to the kitchen.

Little did they know, as soon as they left, Long Ziyue followed close behind.

Approaching the door to Chu Qianli’s bedroom, Long Ziyue sensed something was amiss.

Someone was in the room—a man!

With Chu Qianli absent, could it be an assassin?

Long Ziyue’s expression darkened, knowing Chu Feiyan would certainly not let them off; indeed, the assassin had come so quickly.

With a swoosh, Long Ziyue drew the sword at her waist and burst through the window, aiming a stab at the man inside the room.

Fu Long had already sensed the danger. The moment she charged in, his long sword was already in hand.

As the dagger came at him, his sword immediately parried.

Unexpectedly, his opponent was skilled. As his sword thrust out, the opponent’s wrist twisted, changing the dagger’s direction.

With a whoosh, the blade followed along his sword’s hilt toward his palm.

Fu Long didn’t dare to be careless. He quickly withdrew his sword and threw a palm strike at her heart.

"Fu Long, stop! Don’t hurt her!"

Hearing the sounds of the scuffle, Chu Qianli rushed back as quickly as she could, only to find out it wasn’t an assassin; it was Long Ziyue.

"She is the Commandery Princess Pingyue," she hastily explained.

The Commandery Princess Pingyue?

Fu Long sheathed his sword and stepped back several paces.

The force of his palm still grazed Long Ziyue’s wrist, causing her palm to sting sharply.

However, she held the knife steadily, showcasing that her inner strength was not weak.

"Do you know her?" she sheathed her dagger and looked at Chu Qianli, "Not good, seeing a man here."

There might not be so many rules in Longteng Country, but this is Beiming Country.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even Long Ziyue knew that Yuhua Palace was where the young ladies stayed, and it was improper for an external man to enter.

She looked at Chu Qianli, "Is not your man Prince Yexuan?"

Why was there another man hidden in the room?