Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 393 - 392: Ali, Are You Tired?

Chapter 393: Chapter 392: Ali, Are You Tired?

After this incident, the Imperial Family will no longer allow her to live in this world.

Unless, she is of great use to the Imperial Family.

So valuable that the Emperor would not bear to send a top Dead Soldier to kill her.

But in just these few short days, what could she do to make the Emperor unwilling to give up on her "talent"?

Being with a monarch is like accompanying a tiger.

Living in such chaotic times, one can’t even control their own life.

It could be taken by someone at any moment.

Chu Qianli held Feng Yexuan’s palm, gently kneading his fingertips.

It has been the fourth day, why is there still no sign of improvement?

In front of others, she could unabashedly claim that she could definitely save him.

That was not only to comfort them but also to save her own life.

But when alone, Chu Qianli’s heart would also feel uneasy.

His limbs were cold, and his pulse was consistently weak, as if it could vanish at any moment.

"Will you wake up, please?"

Seeing his pale face, Chu Qianli felt a piercing pain in her heart.

Such pain allowed Feng Wuya, who had just walked to the door, to feel it clearly.

Feng Wuya placed his large hand over his heart, pressing down hard.

It hurts here, so much!

So, Ali’s feelings for Loyal Brother had grown this deep.

She always refused to acknowledge them.

But the heartache of this moment could perhaps deceive even herself, but not Wuya, who empathized deeply with her.

Her heart felt unbearably uncomfortable, with a suffocating sensation that hindered even her breathing.

It was different from the pain of his heart palpitations. This pain was intangible yet overwhelming, making his entire body suffer.

It hurt so much that tears almost slid down.

The corners of his eyes were chillingly damp.

Feng Wuya furrowed his brow, lifted his long finger to wipe away the moisture, not expecting to actually find a tear.

This tear wasn’t his own.

Ali was the one crying.

Feng Wuya’s heart felt indescribably uncomfortable.

Pushing the door open, he saw Chu Qianli’s long finger tracing her eye corner.

When she turned to look at him, her face was expressionless, but her eyes had a touch of softness.

"Why have you come over? Is your body feeling better now?"

"I’m fine," Wuya walked in.

His gaze locked onto the corner of her eye.

Chu Qianli, somewhat surprised, pretended to be relaxed and said, "What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Ali..." He wanted to say, there’s no need to pretend to be strong in front of him.

He knew everything she was thinking.

But in the end, he chose not to expose her pretense.

Instead, he walked over to the bedside, looking at Feng Yexuan who was still unconscious.

"How is Loyal Brother? I heard the Emperor and the Empress Dowager came today, did they make things difficult for you again?"

To avoid worrying him, Chu Qianli had repeatedly instructed Liujin not to mention today’s events to him.

However, the Empress Dowager was now residing in the Prince Residence; it was possible to hide it for a while but not forever. He was bound to find out eventually.

"Only I can save your Loyal Brother now, how could they possibly trouble me?"

Chu Qianli dismissed it as if it were nothing and pulled a chair over for him, "Sit down, don’t keep standing, your own health isn’t good."

Wuya’s thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he swallowed all his words back down.

He was useless.

The Emperor and the Empress Dowager must have made things difficult for him, yet he didn’t know to come over to help her, to protect her.

Now, she had already suffered the injustice, and anything he said would be useless.

"Ali, is Loyal Brother’s injury very difficult to heal?"

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been alone, shedding tears while looking at Loyal Brother earlier.

"How could it be? He..."

"Ali, don’t lie to me."

Chu Qianli was momentarily stunned before she looked up to meet his sincere gaze.

Finally, she exhaled and nodded.

But soon, a gleam of light flickered in the depths of her eyes, "I’m still thinking of a solution, don’t worry, I will definitely come up with one."

Feng Wuya didn’t say anything.

What Ali meant was that, so far, she hadn’t thought of a good solution.

"Ali," Feng Wuya thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "They won’t let you go."

Chu Qianli felt a slight shock in her heart.

She had known this, but she was the first one Wuya had considered this for.

"Just a maid, yet she made Loyal Brother risk his own life. To him, you’re too important, important enough to be deeply mired."

"The Emperor won’t allow such a woman to exist in this world; for Loyal Brother, this is a death warrant."

"I know." That’s why she currently had many difficulties to solve.

And that’s why, strong as she was, occasionally, she also felt disheartened.

Just to live a good life, why is it, so hard?

Do I even not deserve the right to live?

"Don’t worry."

Chu Qianli still smiled at him, "When we get to the bridge, we’ll cross it; I will think of a solution."

Not wanting to continue the topic, Chu Qianli changed the subject, "What about you? Have you accepted the surgery I mentioned? I’m still thinking of ways to prepare the surgical equipment."

"How come you, always have a solution?"

It was unclear whether this was teasing or mockery.

But Feng Wuya couldn’t manage a laugh.

He just gazed at Chu Qianli, silently and softly sighing, "Ali, are you tired?"

Chu Qianli didn’t speak, she couldn’t.

At the moment he asked her if she was tired, suddenly, her heart felt unbearably sour.

So sour that she nearly burst into tears again.

Was she tired?

No one had ever asked her that before.

It wasn’t that no one cared, but that they wouldn’t think of it.

Always, always thinking of solutions, solving problems.

This mode had never stopped.

Was she tired?

She was tired.

Very tired.

But in front of a patient with heart disease, what right did she have to say she’s tired?

"I..."

"I will play a tune for you, would you like that?"

Feng Wuya didn’t want to hear her pretending to be strong anymore.

With him, she could cry, be tired, feel disheartened, or be discouraged.

No need for pretense, no need to force oneself.

Why live so wearily?

"I will try playing the tune I heard in my dreams with the harmonica you gave me."

After saying this, he picked up the harmonica and slowly started to play.

The sound of the harmonica was not melodious, but it was exceptionally quiet.

Quietly floating, ethereally.

It made the weary Chu Qianli begin to feel the heaviness of her eyelids.

So quiet, so serene.

So tired, yet, suddenly, relaxed...

Chu Qianli didn’t know what she was doing; she just felt her soft body gradually leaning on the edge of the bed.

Her consciousness seemed to blur.

Yet her consciousness also seemed to gradually clear up.

She saw the space within the Universe Chain.

That WeChat avatar she hadn’t used in so long... the WeChat avatar actually had a red message alert!

Someone had sent her a message!

Chu Qianli’s heart jolted, and in her consciousness, she immediately opened WeChat.