Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 443 - 442: Is it him?

Chapter 443: Chapter 442: Is it him?

Everyone had their own thoughts weighing on their hearts.

Feng Wuya hurriedly said, "Tie Xin, prepare a chamber for Mister Feng Si."

Tie Xin was stunned for quite a while before he realized what was happening and quickly bowed, saying, "Yes!"

But something was strange, why did it seem like... like in front of Feng Si, his own status seemed somehow lower?

Weren’t they all the Prince’s subordinates?

Tie Xin didn’t dare to think too much and immediately went to get a chamber ready.

After Feng Si entered, he hadn’t come out for a long time.

But his chamber was right next to Feng Wuya’s room. After making sure three times that he was one of their own, Tie Xin completely relaxed.

This Mister Feng Si, seemed to be invincible in martial arts.

At least within their group, even though Fu Long and Chu Qianli were experts, they definitely were not a match for Mister Feng Si.

With him around, Tie Xin felt at ease.

Feng Wuya, Fu Long, and Chu Qianli were still in the dilapidated hall at this time.

"The Medicine Man’s target is unknown, but those Fusang assassins were clearly targeting Ziyue."

Chu Qianli turned her head to look at Long Ziyue, who was sitting not far away.

"Ziyue, you must be extra careful."

Long Ziyue was restless and could only nod in agreement.

The Fusang Dead Soldiers might not have high martial arts skills, but their stealth techniques were what made them most difficult to handle.

To put it bluntly, you wouldn’t even know if they suddenly appeared by your side.

"It’s getting late, everyone should go back and get organized, and rest early."

Chu Qianli looked at Feng Wuya: "I’ll walk you back."

"Alright." Feng Wuya and Tie Xin left the hall together.

Before leaving, Chu Qianli gently tugged at Long Ziyue and whispered, "Their target is you, and it’s too unsafe for you to sleep alone. Later, come to my room, I’ll be back to accompany you after I finish applying acupuncture on Wuya."

Long Ziyue looked at her, "Then you might also be in danger."

"My martial arts are better than yours, I’m not afraid, and besides, two people together can look after each other."

Long Ziyue hesitated before nodding.

Chu Qianli left and followed Feng Wuya inside.

After taking his pulse, she started applying needles to promote blood flow.

"Actually, I’ve been feeling much better recently, there shouldn’t be any big problems for now."

"Did Consort Yu give you more True Qi before your departure?"

Seeing him nod, Chu Qianli couldn’t help but sigh softly, "Being a mother is really... so great."

The scene where Consort Yu leaned against the balustrade and vomited blood flashed back into her mind.

Her heart felt somewhat sorrowful.

If she had children in the future, if anything happened to them, she would also give her all, even if it meant sacrificing her own life, to ensure their survival, wouldn’t she?

Becoming a mother, this, was instinctive.

But it was, somewhat melancholic...

"No matter what Consort Yu has done, everyone might hate her, but you’re the only one who can’t."

"I... have never hated Mother Consort." Even if angry, even if disappointed, even to the point of despair, he had never hated her.

He had no right to hate.

Everything Mother Consort did was for him.

"Let’s not talk about these unhappy things anymore, since what’s done is done,"

Chu Qianli took out the silver needles, ready to open the front of his robe.

Feng Wuya subconsciously clenched his robe.

Chu Qianli laughed and said, "What are you doing? A doctor sees only the patient, not gender. What’s there for you to be shy about? Besides, haven’t I seen all of your body before?"

"Nonsense!" Feng Wuya’s expression turned stern, scolding, "A young lady should not speak so frivolously!"

"My reputation is already not good, what difference does it make being more or less frivolous?"

Chu Qianli didn’t care much, with an attitude of resignation, "Anyway, in such times, I’ll never be able to get married."

It was said that she had been betrothed to Prince Yexuan, even served as his Concubine, and then got divorced, which was akin to being abandoned.

When Fu Ning told her all this, Chu Qianli was just like listening to someone else’s story, feeling nothing at all.

But although she had no memory, she also knew that Fu Ning wouldn’t lie to her.

Since she was a woman who had been divorced, she might as well forget about marrying again in this lifetime.

No one would want her.

Most importantly, her heart was at peace, and she was quite content being alone.

She wasn’t short of friends, and she couldn’t know how joyful single life could be.

"Ali..."

"I am not disheartened or discouraged, so there’s no need for any sweet words to comfort me, I truly don’t need comforting."

She wouldn’t think she had no future just because she couldn’t marry off.

Who would think like that, in this new era of women?

"How are you feeling now?" His lapel was finally pulled open by her, and the long needle was slowly inserted into his chest.

Feng Wuya closed his eyes and sighed lightly, "Very comfortable, the stifling feeling in my chest has eased quite a bit recently."

Patients are always in pain, Chu Qianli knew that.

In the earlier days, his breathing wasn’t even smooth, it was very hard for him.

"The True Qi of Consort Yu has been of great help to your body."

"Then I..."

"No way!" Chu Qianli saw through his thoughts in an instant, "You absolutely mustn’t take action, you cannot exert yourself, understand?"

An assassin came tonight, don’t think she hadn’t noticed that he was itching to act.

He just didn’t want to always be the one protected.

But with his current physical condition, even though he was improving, once he used his True Qi, the damage to his body would be irreversible.

"Besides, don’t you have Mister Feng Four by your side? With his formidable skills, why would there be a need for you to step in?"

That silent figure lingered again in her mind.

Chu Qianli’s fingers, which were administering the acupuncture, paused briefly before continuing: "Who is he really? Why have I never seen such a remarkable person by your side before?"

"He’s not really my subordinate, rather... a friend, I guess. I asked him to come help," Feng Wuya, watching her face, smiled lightly and said, "He has a quirky temper and is cold by nature, dislikes bustling activity, and ordinary people don’t dare to approach him."

"So, you mean to say I should keep away from him?"

"Not necessarily, if he is willing to let you close, you can try to get close to him. But just a warning, he has quite a temper."

"Got it, a hermit of the world."

But Chu Qianli still stared into his eyes and tentatively asked, "I feel like he resembles the Fourth Prince a lot."

Whether Feng Wuya was genuinely tired or something else, his eyes shut, seemingly at rest.

"Wuya?"

"Is that so?" His face showed no excess emotion, very indifferent, "If you suspect, you can try to approach him and see."

Chu Qianli knitted her brows.

Without explanation or denial, his open and unconcerned attitude made it hard to determine whether he was lying.

Could Feng Four really be Feng Yexuan?

That feeling...

But, leading troops on a campaign, that surely wasn’t child’s play.

How idle could Prince Yexuan be to leave his brothers in the lurch and disguise himself as a masked knight to protect them?

He was the War God Prince, occupied with countless affairs!

Chu Qianli exhaled and laughed at herself mockingly.

Was she thinking too much?

"Alright, you should rest early."

After putting away the silver needles, she stood up, covered him with the blanket, and left the room.

Unexpectedly, just as she stepped out of the room and looked up, she saw a tall and dark figure in the corridor’s reflection.

Mister Feng Four?

What was he doing?