Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 388 - 387: This time, I will no longer run away

Chapter 388: Chapter 387: This time, I will no longer run away

Feng Yexuan coughed up blood.

He coughed up a lot, so much that his clothes and the bed sheets beneath him were stained red over a large area.

Chu Qianli’s forehead was sweating as she changed his IV and administered acupuncture to ease his blood flow.

After toiling for more than an hour, she finally managed to stabilize his condition.

Blood still clung to the corners of his mouth, but at least he was no longer vomiting blood.

He had vomited, so much.

Looking at the pool of fresh blood on the bedding, Chu Qianli’s heart was twisted with both sourness and pain!

Leng Ji was so frightened that he had lost all color: "Princess, the Prince... could he... might he..."

"No!" Chu Qianli’s face darkened as she immediately interrupted him.

No, it couldn’t be! She was still here! How could she let anything happen to him?

It absolutely couldn’t be!

"Leng Ji, order someone to bring another blanket over, and prepare a set of loose clothing for him."

"Yes... yes," Leng Ji was now completely out of his depth.

A person in a coma, continuously vomiting blood... Leng Ji had never seen such a situation before.

If it were any other doctor, they would have likely given up by now.

While they changed Feng Yexuan’s clothes and bedding, both Chu Qianli and Leng Ji were extremely cautious, fearing that if they touched him carelessly, it would make him cough up blood again.

Fortunately, throughout the night until the early morning, Feng Yexuan’s condition remained relatively stable.

The vomiting of blood did not occur again.

Chu Qianli checked her watch, it was four in the morning, when she suddenly stood up.

Leng Ji thought she was going to rest, and quickly said, "Princess, I can watch over him here, you..."

But Chu Qianli didn’t speak and instead took out a bottle of IV fluid from the box and hung it up for Feng Yexuan.

Afterward, she began to massage Feng Yexuan’s fingers to promote blood circulation.

"Princess, it’s very late... no, very early now, you should rest for a while, I can handle things here."

She herself was injured, and these past few days she had been tirelessly taking care of the Prince without sleep.

In fact, deep down, Leng Ji felt somewhat guilty towards her.

No, not somewhat, but a great deal of guilt.

He always knew that the Princess was the one who was truly good to the Prince, but from the beginning to the end, he failed to protect the Princess.

Consort Jin didn’t like the Princess, the entire Imperial Family didn’t like the Princess. Even Qing Ming, who used to have a good relationship with her, would harm the Princess for the sake of Chu Huaiyu.

He always knew that the Princess was the best.

But his position was low and his words carried little weight; nobody was willing to listen to him.

The Princess suffered a lot in the Prince Residence.

Any other woman would have been unable to bear it and might have chosen to hang herself.

Only their Princess was able to bend and stretch, hiding a heart of incredible resilience in her slender body!

Only such a woman was worthy of their Prince.

He hoped that after this time, once the Prince woke up, the two of them could treat each other with honesty and not cause any more hurt.

Chu Qianli raised her eyes to look at him and said indifferently, "There are two things."

"I’m listening, please speak, Princess!" Leng Ji immediately straightened his back.

"No, there are three things."

Chu Qianli smiled with a hint of helplessness, "First, thank you. I’ve been in the Prince Residence for so long, and you’ve truly been kind to me."

Leng Ji’s lips moved slightly, wanting to say: The Prince has also been truly kind to her.

But he swallowed the words back down.

He knew the Princess’s grievances.

Even though the Prince truly liked her, the hurt he caused her was not trivial.

Chu Qianli continued, "Second, don’t call me Princess again..."

"You are my Princess!" Leng Ji immediately interrupted, very firmly.

Chu Qianli exhaled, her gaze resting on an indeterminate corner, her voice very indifferent:

"No matter what you think, he and I have truly, formally separated. If you keep calling me Princess, and if the Imperial Family hears of it, it will only bring me trouble, do you understand?"

"Princess..." Leng Ji clenched his hand and lowered his head.

He understood!

It was just that, in his heart, he couldn’t accept it, on her behalf.

However, Chu Qianli looked rather composed.

"Thirdly, you won’t be able to use the things needed to treat the Prince, so for now, you should go back and rest. You’re not needed here, and if anything comes up, I will send someone to call for you."

"Princess..."

"Go back for now. When his condition really stabilizes and we no longer need these things, I will call you back."

She pointed at the IV drip bottle.

Leng Ji felt a bit deflated.

This thing, he really wasn’t good at it.

He also needed that tiny needle, to precisely and accurately inject it into the Prince’s vein, so that the so-called intravenous fluid could be administered into his body.

He simply couldn’t do it.

"Then... I’ll go back first. If anything happens, you must call for me, Princess."

Chu Qianli glanced at him.

Leng Ji touched his head and said with a smile, "Then... when there are other people around, I won’t call you Princess, okay?"

Chu Qianli waved her hand, choosing not to say more.

What does he mean by others? Had she and he become ’one of us’?

This simple-minded guard really wasn’t as capable as Qing Ming, but towards her, he was at least somewhat loyal.

Leng Ji left.

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Only Chu Qianli remained, keeping watch by the bedside.

She still held Feng Yexuan’s distinctively boned palm.

Unsure how long she had been holding it, maybe even she found the silence in the bedroom a little eerie, and finally, she spoke softly,

"I really don’t hate you anymore, would you consider waking up?"

The person in the bed showed no response.

She felt helpless, not even knowing when she had picked up the habit of talking to herself.

"Actually..."

After a moment’s thought, she still smiled, a smile that was full of resignation, "Actually, we’ve never really had a proper conversation, have we? Now like this, I don’t even know what to say to you?"

It turned out that their acquaintance had really been so, so superficial.

Yet they had reached a point where they could give up their lives for each other.

"When you wake up, let’s start over, okay? What you like, what you dislike, and my hobbies, you don’t know them, do you?"

After the last bottle of IV was finished, she, exhausted, leaned against the bedside, holding his hand.

She was truly very tired.

For three days and nights, she had hardly slept at all.

Her eyelids, irresistibly, began to slowly close.

Her hand, however, still held his firmly, not too tight or too loose.

"From now on, I won’t avoid it anymore. The pressure from the Imperial Family, we’ll face it together, okay?"

Still no response.

The heavy eyelids finally fell.

Her breathing gradually became regular.

Her voice, also growing hoarser, sounded like it came from a far-off place,

"Facing the pressure from your father the Emperor, and your Imperial Grandmother, and even all that comes from the Imperial Family, actually... I’ve always known, it’s just... I didn’t want to admit... your difficulties..."

"I thought... I could just walk far away nonchalantly, but it turns out that no matter how much I walked, I’d still be... right back at the starting point..."

"This time, let’s walk together, hand in hand... moving forward..."

Her breathing, at last, became completely even.

Her voice, too, slowly faded away.

Unknown to her, in the very moment she had completely fallen asleep, that larger hand she held began to slowly tighten its grip.

Little by little, enclosing her small hand... in the center of his palm...

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