Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 407 - 406: For Her, Isn’t It?

Chapter 407: Chapter 406: For Her, Isn’t It?

Tie Xin had been very uneasy.

An inexplicable feeling of heartache sped up his pace as soon as he left the palace gates.

He didn’t know what he was afraid of.

But anyway, he was very scared.

Very scared.

Especially when he returned to the mansion and, after knocking on the door for a long time, couldn’t get any response from the Prince, his hand trembling as he knocked.

"Prince?"

Feng Wuya wasn’t in the bedroom.

There was a strong stench of blood in the room.

Tie Xin’s heart was gripped even tighter.

After coming out of the bedroom, he rushed toward the pavilion in the center of the lake in the backyard.

Recently, the Prince had taken a particular liking to this place, often sitting underneath the pavilion alone, playing the harmonica.

But tonight, there was no sound of the harmonica under the pavilion.

Looking from afar, it seemed there truly was a figure there.

He leaned against the stone pillar, staring at the ripples on the lake.

It was so quiet, so quiet that it became suffocating.

"Prince..." Tie Xin hurried over.

But before he could get close, Tie Xin’s heart violently shook, his legs gave out, and he almost knelt down.

"Prince..."

How could this be?

How could this be!

"Prince!"

Tie Xin stumbled into the pavilion, and this time, he truly knelt down with a thud beside him.

"Why? Why?"

His hands were trembling; his whole body was trembling.

Why had it come to this?

The Prince’s hair... why had the Prince’s black hair turned as white as snow?

"Prince, Prince... why?"

Tie Xin knelt and moved closer, clutching the corner of his robe.

The wind over the lake was a bit strong, and as it blew, it lifted the hem of the man’s robe under the pavilion.

Fluttering and dancing.

The plain white robe, together with his long hair, seemed to blend together completely.

A swath of snow-white.

"Prince... is it Chu Qianli? Is it Mr. Liujin? Did they harm you? Is it..."

Tie Xin suddenly stood up, intent on seeking revenge against Mr. Liujin and Chu Qianli.

But he couldn’t bear to leave the Prince.

He didn’t dare to leave the Prince’s side, not even half a step!

Just over an hour’s walk, and the Prince had changed like this!

He was very afraid, afraid that if he left again, the Prince would end up even more pitiable.

Their Prince, ethereal and otherworldly in beauty, why had he become white-haired and aged?

Who was it? Who had caused the Prince to end up like this?

Was it Chu Qianli?

"It was my own choice, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Having gone through a life-and-death ordeal, Feng Wuya’s voice was as hoarse as gravel under wheels.

"Tie Xin, my life will not last much longer. If I am no more, you must protect Ali well for me."

He feared his mother would be so overcome with grief that she might hurt Chu Qianli.

Still, Tie Xin couldn’t help but kneel down with a thud.

Tears completely blurred his vision.

"It won’t happen! Didn’t Mr. Wu Chenzi say that you have at least two more years to live, that you could live until twenty-five!"

"Miss Chu also said she could operate on you, that she could save you!"

"You won’t... it won’t happen..."

Feng Wuya didn’t say anything more, looking down at the harmonica in his hands.

His body was now so weak and powerless that he didn’t even have the strength to bring the harmonica to his lips.

Stumbling all the way here had already exhausted all his strength.

He didn’t know why he had to come here but thought that if he couldn’t make it through the night, then he might as well die here.

He liked this place, loved all the memories left here.

Tie Xin knelt beside his legs, clenching his teeth so hard that blood slid down the corners of his lips, yet he felt nothing.

He asked no more.

Because it was meaningless.

This was the Prince’s choice, and not stopping him was his dereliction of duty.

Now, he respected the Prince’s wishes.

But he wouldn’t protect anyone else, he would only protect the Prince!

His life was given by the Prince; if one day the Prince was no longer there, living would be devoid of any meaning for him.

It was unclear how much time passed before Tie Xin finally raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and got up.

"Prince, it’s windy here. Let’s go back to our room to rest, shall we?"

The Prince looked very weak. Continuing to stay out in the wind, Tie Xin didn’t know what might happen.

Tie Xin was truly frightened, very frightened, now.

"Mr. Liujin, he..."

"He has taken Ali back home. Tomorrow, he will come to tend to me personally; you need not worry."

Feng Wuya watched the distant lake surface and let out a soft sigh.

Up to this point in life, there weren’t too many regrets.

Some desires, knowing they are impossible, aren’t considered regrets.

They’re just beautiful dreams.

Actually, this isn’t too bad.

"Don’t be sad. Ali will save me. She is to perform surgery on me, and now, at any time, I’m ready."

At least, even if he died on her so-called operating table, it would be only his own life that was lost.

It wouldn’t burden Ali any longer.

Tie Xin choked up and almost couldn’t help but cry.

He was in such a state now; could he still accept the so-called surgery like before?

Back when his body was still somewhat robust, the success rate of the surgery wasn’t high.

Now, so weakened, was there any chance of success?

But Tie Xin couldn’t just give up like this.

The situation being what it was, he had to try to get the Prince better first.

"Prince, let me help you back to rest."

Feng Wuya was somewhat reluctant to leave.

However, his vision had also become blurred. If he didn’t leave now, not only would he be unable to see the lake scenery clearly, but he might also faint.

Eventually, he nodded: "Alright."

Tie Xin let out a huge sigh of relief and carefully supported him.

When they left the pavilion, Feng Wuya couldn’t help but look back.

He could no longer see clearly inside the pavilion, but it seemed he could still glimpse the figure standing underneath, singing songs.

But make the Dragon City generals remain...

That girl, her aspirations too great to be restrained like koi in a pond.

Only a person like the Loyal Brother was worthy to stand next to her, to face the wind together.

Under all the heavens, really, there was only the Loyal Brother.

"Prince..."

"Yes."

The master and servant supported each other and slowly made their way back to the bedroom.

Before they could push open the door to the room, a woman’s scream came from behind: "Wuya, Wuya!"

A blast of cold wind struck.

Tie Xin was forcefully pushed out by the palm wind, thudding to the ground.

As he turned back, he saw Consort Yu trembling all over as she stood in front of the Prince.

"Why? Why? Wuya, why are you doing this? Why are you doing this!"

She stared at Feng Wuya for a long time before she finally couldn’t bear it and shrieked: "Why? My son, why? Ah! Ah..."

"Your Majesty, calm down!" The accompanying Wet Nurse Wen was startled and rushed over to embrace her.

Consort Yu lost control of her emotions and struck Wet Nurse Wen with one palm.

Although Wet Nurse Wen was also skilled, her abilities were far inferior to Consort Yu’s.

Caught off guard, she was struck by the palm and immediately spat out blood, flying away.

"Ah!"

Consort Yu screamed hoarsely: "Was it for Chu Qianli? Was it?"