Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 430 - 429: Do you really like me, or is it just to remind yourself?

Chapter 430: Chapter 429: Do you really like me, or is it just to remind yourself?

Feng Yexuan actually fell asleep quickly.

His slight snoring revealed the exhaustion and tiredness he had been feeling recently.

So, he really was this sleepy.

From the moment she started massaging him until he fell asleep, it was less than half a minute.

Chu Qianli’s hand was still on his shoulder, unsure whether to withdraw it or not.

Sleeping like this, sprawled out, wasn’t good for the heart.

Should she change his position?

Chu Qianli hesitated for quite a while, but eventually decided to be a little kinder to him, considering how well he treated Wuya.

She struggled to gently flip his large body over, bit by bit.

During this, Feng Yexuan’s brows furrowed tightly, as if he was about to wake up.

She immediately bent down and whispered soothingly, "Don’t move, I’m just flipping you over so you can sleep more comfortably."

He hadn’t rested for five days and nights, spending the first two days accompanying her, staying awake through the night at the Marquess Residence.

In the following three days, he was reportedly in the barracks, selecting elite soldiers.

Indeed, he could be considered a good Prince who worried about his country and its people...

Finally, she managed to turn his heavy body over.

But just as she was about to leave, Feng Yexuan suddenly raised his hand, waved it aimlessly and then, took her hand and pressed it against his chest.

"Loyal Brother..." she struggled lightly.

But when she struggled, he gripped it even tighter.

Even in a daze, she could make out his thin lips, alluring enough to bewitch someone, parting slightly.

As if he was saying something.

Chu Qianli knew she shouldn’t eavesdrop on someone’s secrets, but she couldn’t help but lean in and listen carefully.

"It hurts here... Lili... it really hurts here..."

Chu Qianli looked down and saw that the spot he was pressing was his heart.

Her hand felt scorched as if burned, prompting her to pull it back immediately.

Even she, as if startled, stood up from the bed and retreated several steps in succession.

Only when she felt she was far enough away did she stop, flustered, and look up at the man still lying in bed.

His breathing was still even, a bit heavy, with a soft snoring that didn’t mar his demeanor but rather added a touch of heartache.

But his hand...

That distinctly boned, slender, and broad hand was still resting on his own chest, pressing down firmly even in his sleep.

As if trying to grasp something, yet there was nothing in his hand.

The fact that she hadn’t woken him with her movements just now showed how deeply he was sleeping.

It hurts here...

For some reason, Chu Qianli, thinking of his words, also subconsciously pressed her own chest.

Where the heart lies...

He said, it hurts here.

Why did she feel her own heart clench in pain just hearing that?

Wasn’t Prince Yexuan supposed to be formidable? Every time she saw him these days, he was always cold and discerning, like an unattainable sovereign.

Why would such a sovereign speak of heartache?

Suddenly realizing that she couldn’t bear to look at such a man on such a night,

Every glance made her heart twinge.

As if under a curse.

Chu Qianli fled the room somewhat frantically.

Fu Ning was not far away, and upon seeing her exit, he immediately came forward: "Miss..."

"Shh." Subconsciously, Chu Qianli didn’t want to wake the man inside.

After all, five days and nights without rest would certainly take a toll on one’s Spiritual Qi.

Moreover, he had been seriously injured before and had not yet fully recovered.

"He’s asleep inside."

Chu Qianli didn’t want to explain too much about a certain man sleeping in her bedroom.

She merely whispered, "Help me tidy up the study. Tonight, I will sleep there."

...Another sleepless night ensued.

Lately, the quality of her sleep seemed consistently poor.

The next day, Chu Qianli was awakened by Fu Ning’s knocking.

"Miss, the Prince is setting off on a military expedition, and everyone is going to the city gates to see him off. Miss, the Fifth Prince is already prepared and waiting for you."

Chu Qianli instantly snapped awake from her daze.

Yes, that man was setting off on an expedition today.

She felt a deflating sense of loss.

But without dwelling on it too much, she quickly got up from the long chair in the study, hurriedly got herself ready, and rushed out the door.

Fu Ning, carrying a food box, followed after her: "Miss, you haven’t eaten breakfast yet, have something to eat!"

"Bring it over to me, I’ll eat in the carriage."

Feng Wuya’s carriage was spacious and comfortable.

Not to mention two people, even if four or five were to sit inside, it wouldn’t feel crowded.

"Ali, with Loyal Brother setting off, I’m afraid it will be three or two months before he can return."

"We are also setting out for Longteng Country tomorrow, and it’s not certain we’ll return before him."

Chu Qianli lowered her head, munching on the pastries Fu Ning had brought.

Though it seemed a trivial matter, the snacks that tasted somewhat flavorful before now seemed bland and waxy.

"Are you angry with Loyal Brother?" Feng Wuya stared at her face, speaking softly, "Being in his position, there are many things Loyal Brother cannot control. Ali, do you understand?"

"I understand, and I see it clearly, besides, as long as you’re with me, why should I be upset that he didn’t keep his promise?" Chu Qianli murmured, looking down, her voice soft.

Feng Wuya sighed lightly: "Do you really understand your own feelings?"

"What’s there to not understand?" Chu Qianli lifted her eyelid, giving him a glare.

"The one I like is you, Wuya. If you try to push me to other men again, I’m going to get angry."

"Why do you keep emphasizing that you like me? Shouldn’t a lady hide her fondness for a man?"

Feng Wuya smiled faintly, "Are you sure you truly like me, or are you constantly repeating these words to remind yourself that you must like me?"

Chu Qianli was at a loss for words, asked by him.

Does loving someone require a constant verbal affirmation?

It shouldn’t be necessary.

Yet she often said it.

For what reason exactly? Was it really to remind herself?

Seeing the faint distress between her brows, Feng Wuya’s smile deepened.

"So, in truth, you don’t like me as much as you think you do, do you?"

Constantly reminding herself, perhaps she was merely afraid her heart wasn’t firm enough.

Even though Consort Yu had cast the Soul Captivating Technique on her, this girl’s feelings for Loyal Brother were too profound. The Soul Captivating Technique might slowly dissolve under her own consciousness.

Feeling reassured, Feng Wuya smiled, "Since you feel you have no feelings for Loyal Brother, then there’s something I could tell you and you wouldn’t be sad, right?"

Chu Qianli felt a sudden shock in her heart, inexplicably uneasy.

She looked at Feng Wuya and asked softly, "...What is it?"