Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 386 - 385: Afraid that the Condition Might Worsen

Chapter 386: Chapter 385: Afraid that the Condition Might Worsen

Leng Ji asked himself, he was not a man gifted with words.

Those words were from the bottom of his heart.

They had been stifled within him for too long, to the point where he felt suffocated if he did not speak out.

Chu Qianli still said nothing.

She was not adept at expressing herself either.

More often, she preferred to bury her feelings deep within her heart.

Was it precisely because of this that she had missed out on so much?

But in her heart, there were always a few thorns, and even before Feng Yexuan went to save Fu Ning this time, those thorns had been piercing sharply into her heart.

It was not until she witnessed with her own eyes his self-sacrifice in order to save her maid,

and saw him lying lifelessly upon the bed,

that the thorns in her heart began to soften, fade, and almost vanish to the point of being invisible.

"Princess..."

"I understand what you mean, let’s wait until he wakes up to discuss anything," she said.

Chu Qianli was still not accustomed to opening up to people, or perhaps, Leng Ji was not someone she was willing to open up to.

Leng Ji, resigned, could only rise to his feet and bowed towards her slightly.

"No matter what, in my heart, there has only ever been one Princess of our Prince Residence from beginning to end, and that is you."

Leng Ji turned and walked away.

At the moment the door was closed, the indifferent calm on Chu Qianli’s face finally cracked.

Unknown to herself, she had begun to hold Feng Yexuan’s hand, gripping it tightly.

His palm was large and broad, yet slender.

Distinctly jointed, indescribably attractive, it seemed to harbor a reassuring strength.

You were once a lofty prince, and you could have had the world in your hands if you so desired.

However, her arrival changed everything.

For her sake, he had defied the Emperor time and time again.

The Emperor had chosen him to be the Crown Prince, a fact that Chu Qianli saw very clearly; among all of his sons, the Emperor valued him the most.

Yet repeatedly, for her sake, he had confronted the Emperor, and at times, even stood as the Emperor’s enemy.

The affection within the Imperial Family was naturally much colder than that of ordinary families.

The Emperor wanted a son who was both loyal and capable.

If another son had abilities as well - though perhaps slightly inferior to his -

as long as that son was obedient, the one in power would naturally prefer to pass the throne to the more compliant one.

For her, you have already lost the Emperor’s trust. Was it worth it?

Taking Feng Yexuan’s large hand, she realized she needed both of her hands just to envelop his broad palm.

Actually, she knew many things, she had always known.

But she forced herself not to think too deeply, not to consider his standpoint.

Because she knew that once she thought too deeply and too intensely, she wouldn’t be able to stand firm on her own decisions.

The death of Qianqian, the loss of their child... If she thought too much, she would feel guilty towards Qianqian and the child.

And so it was as if she had wandered into a dead end, a road with no escape.

Forever trapped, unable to find a way out.

Though Leng Ji might not be articulate, if it were not for the words he spoke today, would she still be unwilling to face the issue?

He was not really that bad towards her.

He had always been there, protecting her.

Actually...

Chu Qianli closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let’s not fight or hold grudges anymore, okay?"

When she opened her eyes again, the misty haze at the bottom of her eyes gradually became clear.

She reached out her hand, and her slender fingers landed on Feng Yexuan’s forehead, gently brushing across his brows.

"Would it be okay to wake up? If you wake up, can we start over?"

This time, let’s not get entangled in past grudges, let’s not harbor resentment.

They, laying down their pride, could start anew, right?

Outside, suddenly there came a burst of hurried footsteps.

Soon after, Liujin knocked on the door: "Miss Chu..."

"What is it?" Chu Qianli rubbed the corners of her eyes, only to discover that two clear tears had slipped down at some point.

She immediately wiped her tears away.

She placed Feng Yexuan’s hand back, covered him with the blanket, and then went to open the door.

"Miss Chu, how is the Prince’s condition now?" Liujin asked.

"It has not yet stabilized, there’s danger at any time."

Everyone is a doctor, there is no need to lie in front of Liujin.

Chu Qianli’s voice was still somewhat heavy: "His internal organs have been damaged, and without modern equipment here, we can’t constantly monitor the various indicators inside his body..."

"Miss Chu, speak in a way I can understand," Liujin said with a troubled face.

Everyone is a doctor, yet what he understood, she could too, but what she understood, he couldn’t even grasp when listening.

Chu Qianli exhaled deeply, helplessly saying, "It means, his heart and internal organs can still deteriorate at any moment."

Liujin’s face turned grim.

He understood that.

But, he would rather not understand.

Liujin was silent, unable to utter a single word.

Instead, it was the young girl, Chu Qianli, who calmly encouraged him: "I’ll do my best, as long as he doesn’t deteriorate, there’s a very good chance he’ll recover."

Liujin nodded his head.

Now, they could only take it one step at a time.

This young girl was so optimistic and strong in the face of it all.

As a man of towering stature, could he not bear it?

"Miss Chu, I am truly helpless with the Prince’s current condition, please continue to look after him."

But he still hesitated, as if he had something more to say but was struggling to express himself.

"Is Wuya’s condition not good either?" Chu Qianli guessed immediately from his expression.

She had been caring for Feng Yexuan these past two days, taking the time to transfuse blood to Long Ziyue.

As for Feng Wuya, since Liujin was watching over him, and his pulse had always been stable, she didn’t spend any more effort on Feng Wuya.

Seeing Liujin’s expression like this, she instantly felt uneasy.

"Has the situation changed?"

"No, don’t worry too much, it’s nothing serious, just that..."

Liujin looked up, glanced at the still-bedridden Feng Yexuan, who continued to be in danger, and showed a helpless expression.

"Prince Xiaoyao’s pulse was clearly stable. Although he is weak, he shouldn’t be like this..."

He looked at Chu Qianli, realizing that despite being acknowledged as a Divine Doctor for many years, he had only just touched upon the threshold of the medical field.

He had never even stepped through the door.

He spoke solemnly: "He just won’t wake up. I’ve used all the methods I have, but still can’t bring him back to consciousness."

"Miss, I know you are stretched thin, but if possible, could you... could you go see what exactly is going on with Prince Xiaoyao?"

Liujin didn’t dare to tell Chu Qianli about the Mandarinfish Poisonous Insect because of Feng Wuya’s strict orders.

But since the Mandarinfish Poisonous Insect existed, might it be possible that Feng Wuya could wake the comatose Chu Qianli, and likewise, she could also awaken him?