Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 418 - 417: Could he be deeply in love without knowing it?

Chapter 418: Chapter 417: Could he be deeply in love without knowing it?

"Still no news of Consort Yu’s whereabouts."

This time, even Qin Xiao’s men were mobilized.

Although their combat abilities were average, their information gathering was formidable.

However, Consort Yu seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth; despite a long search, not only had they failed to locate her, they couldn’t even find a shred of information.

"Do you think it’s possible that she has already left the Imperial City?"

"Impossible." Feng Yexuan put down the letter and stood up, walking towards the door.

"Why is it impossible?" Qin Xiao followed behind him.

"Given Wuya’s current condition, Consort Yu wouldn’t abandon her son and leave."

Wasn’t Consort Yu’s entire life dedicated to living for Wuya?

Everything she did for Chu Qianli was because of Feng Wuya.

Without assurance that Wuya could recover, Consort Yu would never leave the Imperial City.

"But we’ve practically turned the entire Imperial City upside down looking for her."

"Then we’ll turn it upside down a second time!" He quickened his pace.

Qin Xiao, somewhat helpless, could only scratch his head and continue to follow behind him.

"Yexuan, I know you’re not in a good mood, but..."

"Scram!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll shut up. You’re in a great mood, very great... Hey! Slow down, I still have something to say to you."

Qin Xiao stared at his retreating figure, couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Didn’t he understand that his legs had only just recovered? He couldn’t keep up with his pace even when he was perfectly healthy, let alone now.

"Hey... Yexuan, slow down, will you? Just a bit slower, okay? I still have something to say..."

Feng Yexuan suddenly stopped, staring into the distance.

Qin Xiao finally caught up to him and was about to speak, but was pushed back by Yexuan’s palm.

He was hit so hard he nearly spat blood.

Qin Xiao wasn’t petty, but this guy... Forget it! His mood had been extremely foul these past few days. So, he had to endure!

What’s more frustrating was, what choice did he have if he couldn’t even beat him?

"What are you looking at?" Seeing Feng Yexuan quiet down and stare into the distance, Qin Xiao couldn’t help but follow his gaze.

Upon seeing, he blurted out without thinking: "...So beautiful!"

In the pavilion by the lake in the distance, two figures in plain white.

The man with white hair was seated beside a stone table, playing a zither.

The woman in white sat near him by the railing, playing a musical instrument Qin Xiao had never seen before.

The sound of the zither and the music floated faintly over.

He couldn’t help but walk several steps forward, until he could clearly hear the music.

The melody was lingering and enchanting...

"I never thought white-haired Wuya could look so stunning."

Qin Xiao couldn’t help but sigh softly.

In this moment, those two figures, not clinging to each other but exuding a serenity and tranquility that no one else could intrude upon.

From afar, they resembled a heavenly painting too exquisite for words.

What shocked Qin Xiao the most was the faint smile on Feng Wuya’s lips.

Though barely there and almost imperceptible, the joy emanating from his entire being was palpable even from such a distance.

"I have never seen him so cheerful before."

They all knew Feng Wuya enjoyed delving into music and instruments.

Whenever they gathered, Feng Wuya didn’t have much to talk about with them; he was not a man of many words.

Although Feng Yexuan was also reserved, he cared about many things, hence, he would listen.

Feng Wuya was different; if he liked a topic, he would listen a bit. If not, he would distance himself and play the zither or blow the flute.

Many times, even though he was among them, he seemed always to be alone.

Even his closest brothers, the Fourth Prince and Prince Leng Ji, couldn’t truly reach into his heart.

Feng Wuya’s heart was pure, clean, and clear.

Because of this, paradoxically, no one could stay in his heart.

Like the wind, leaving no trace.

But now, Qin Xiao clearly saw that someone was living in his heart.

Occasionally, he would glance over at the girl sitting on the railing, playing a tune.

The smile in his eyes would deepen.

It was as if he had finally found a kindred spirit.

Finally, when everyone else was merry, he and his little kindred spirit could quietly join in the merriment...

Suddenly, Qin Xiao felt a pang in his heart, turned around swiftly, and looked at the man standing not far behind him.

Instantly, his mood grew heavy.

He was looking at her, yet he was looking at them... The relationship was too complicated, far beyond what he could intervene in.

"That, Ali was just affected by the Soul Captivating Technique..."

Before Qin Xiao could speak, Feng Yexuan withdrew his gaze and turned away.

Qin Xiao wanted to follow, but Leng Ji stopped him.

"Why are you stopping me? Didn’t you see your Prince is in a very bad mood? If I go and cheer him up, maybe he’ll feel a bit better."

Feeling bad and yet being alone... sigh! How pitiful!

"Our Prince does not need your consolation." Leng Ji’s expression was icy cold.

Seeing the Prince unhappy these past few days had also made him feel miserable.

His usually noisy temperament gradually calmed down.

"You don’t understand his feelings at all." So, how could you possibly console him?

The more you say, the more mistakes you make, the more unhappy the Prince will feel inside.

"How could I not know? One is the fifth younger brother whom he has protected and cared for since childhood, and the other is the woman he loves; he cannot hurt either one, so naturally, he feels terrible inside."

Qin Xiao felt that he understood Feng Yexuan quite well.

He said helplessly, "Seeing Wuya like this, your Prince must be more heartbroken than anyone, but to let go of his own woman, he absolutely can’t do it... sigh! It’s really difficult!"

"What’s it to you?" Leng Ji glared at him.

"Yexuan is my good brother, and so is Wuya. Of course, this matter concerns me!"

Qin Xiao glared back unhappily, "I just want to make Yexuan happy. What’s with the interference?"

"No matter what you say, the Prince won’t be happy."

Leng Ji’s gaze grew dimmer, his eyes filled with desolation.

"You don’t understand."

With those words, Leng Ji, too, left, walking quietly behind Feng Yexuan.

"Where do I not understand?" Qin Xiao said disdainfully, "I don’t understand, and you, this big oaf, do?"

However...

He looked back at the two figures beneath the pavilion.

All of a sudden, Qin Xiao’s mood grew even heavier.

Wuya’s feelings for Ali... although he never spoke of them, his feelings for Ali were there!

That gaze couldn’t deceive anyone!

Indeed, if it weren’t for true affection, how could he sever his own meridians and be willing to give up his life for Chu Qianli?

I’m afraid even he himself doesn’t realize that his feelings have grown deep enough to accompany her in life and death!

Feng Wuya’s emotional world was clearer and more transparent than pristine water, simple and pure.

Does he himself not know that his feelings for Ali have long taken root deep within?

Is this why Feng Yexuan is so troubled?

Oh dear! If it really is so, then... then it’s too vexing!

...However, Feng Yexuan was not as Qin Xiao imagined, always entangled in emotional affairs.

There were many other things waiting for him to do.

He simply had no time for entanglement.

That night, he came alone to the cave where Empress Yu had kidnapped Chu Qianli, and finally, inside the cave, he discovered a major secret...