Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 461 - 460: The Agony of a Torn Heart

Chapter 461: Chapter 460: The Agony of a Torn Heart

Prince Ding was not distrustful of his own daughter, but, given the urgency of the situation, there was no time to explain.

"Ziyue is probably not able to get out either. I will explain this matter to her."

She grasped Chu Qianli’s wrist tightly in her hand.

"Your Highness, remember, you must preserve your life at all costs. Even if someone threatens you with my life or Ziyue’s, you must save yourself first."

"You are our only hope, please remember that!"

"Okay! I will definitely remember the words of my royal uncle."

Only then did Prince Ding let go of her, turning towards the door and speaking in a low voice, "Ziyue, you may come in now."

...When Long Ziyue came in, Chu Qianli was already helping Prince Ding to lie back down on the bed.

"Ali, how is my mother doing?" Long Ziyue asked anxiously.

Chu Qianli’s face was expressionless as she said indifferently, "The illness is too severe, I... might not be able to cure the Prince; I can only do my best."

She handed the prescription to Long Ziyue.

She also gave her some medicine pills, "Hide these pills well and remember not to let Long Xinghe see them."

The modern medicine would give away the game should Long Xinghe see it.

"Okay." Long Ziyue hurriedly tucked the medicine away.

Then, she whispered, "Ali, there are the Empress’s people all around outside. The leader’s name is Chang Ming, and he’s a master."

"It seems the Empress is planning to trap us here to die."

Such precautions against her were not because the Empress knew of her complex identity, but rather because she didn’t want her doing anything for Prince Ding.

After all, by all appearances, her relationship with Long Ziyue was indeed very good.

"Ali, what do you plan to do?" Long Ziyue asked.

"I haven’t thought of a plan yet," Chu Qianli rubbed her brow, "I’ll think it over."

...That night, Chu Qianli tried to leave three times, but each time, Chang Ming blocked her way back.

Each time, Chang Ming had only one reason: Since she had come to treat Prince Ding, she should take good care of him. After she cured Prince Ding, the Empress would naturally reward her handsomely and then send someone to personally escort her back to Beiming Country.

It seemed the Empress didn’t quite believe what she’d said about helping Prince Yexuan with a matchmaking matter.

That sly old fox.

At midnight, a dark figure carefully made its way out from Prince Ding’s sleeping quarters.

But she had somewhat underestimated the Imperial Palace’s defenses in Longteng Country; what she had not expected was that there were Fuso Ninjas guarding the palace!

Carelessly, she had drawn the attention of two ninjas, and was pursued into the back garden.

The ninjas’ martial arts might not be formidable, but their qinggong... it was terrifying! They could seemingly disappear by making use of color differences, and their qinggong was so excellent, it was utterly unpredictable.

Chu Qianli leapt up from behind the rockery, intending to make her exit.

However, from another direction, two more ninjas were fast approaching.

If she jumped out at this time, it would be like throwing herself into a net.

But it was very hard to change direction midair.

Just as she was unsure what to do, suddenly, her waist felt heavy.

Someone had pulled her from behind with a fierce tug, pulling her body, which was about to leap out, back behind the rockery.

Chu Qianli instinctively struck out with her palm towards the person behind her.

But she heard a hoarse and deep voice close to her ear, "Always so reckless, aren’t you afraid of hurting friendly forces?"

Chu Qianli was startled and withdrew her palm strength in a flash.

Now that her skill had deepened, the dissipating palm wind, unable to be completely neutralized in time, almost caused a surge of blood in her chest.

She nearly coughed up blood!

It was still that man in black’s large hand pressing on her heart, using inner strength to help her relax, allowing her to catch her breath.

But his hand...

"Hero..." Chu Qianli didn’t dare raise her voice; she put her hand on his wrist and pushed hard.

Feng Si stared at her hand, his gaze somewhat indifferent.

It was as if he was disdainfully saying, "Do you think I wanted to touch you if it weren’t to save you? You barely have flesh on your bones!"

"I’m not interested in women who have no feel," he hummed at a volume only she could hear.

That look in his eyes, it was quite contemptuous!

Chu Qianli’s little face turned red as she glared at him.

She wanted to speak, but feared she could not control her volume as well as he did.

Fuso Ninjas were all around, and any carelessness would lead to their discovery.

At her ear, a strand of hair gently lifted.

Chu Qianli immediately looked up at Yexuan.

Yexuan’s long finger fell on her lips, signaling her to keep silent.

Two Fuso Ninjas were nearby, ready to come over at any moment.

His tall frame leaned slightly forward, enveloping her petite figure completely into his embrace.

The robust, pure Yang inner strength he possessed enveloped her breath entirely.

Chu Qianli suddenly felt her breathing being led by his.

What was most important was that he wrapped her in his inner strength, and she within his breath could breathe freely without fear of being discovered by the Ninjas outside!

Yexuan’s inner strength was even stronger than she had imagined.

But what made her heartbeat inexplicably speed up was still his protective action.

He held his breath, but she could breathe freely within the circle of his energy.

Chu Qianli lifted her head slightly, not realizing that the distance between them was actually that close.

As she looked up, her nose brushed against his chest.

Through the fabric, she could feel his breath, and his strong, powerful heartbeat.

Seemed so familiar...

Chu Qianli didn’t know what she was thinking, clearly lost in a dizziness of familiarity, her consciousness gradually peeling away from her body.

She found herself longing for this scent...

Her hand unconsciously lifted, grasping the lapel of his garment and slightly pulling it open.

She closed her eyes, her cool little face pressed against his chest through the black cloth.

Yexuan frowned, looking down at the clearly lost girl in his arms.

This foolish woman! In the face of a great enemy, she was still dazed and intoxicated! What was she thinking?

Perhaps, even Chu Qianli herself did not know what she was thinking.

Just by smelling his scent and listening to his heartbeat, many images began to flash through her mind.

She was happy, sad, angry, desperate, and in the end, it seemed to grow into a trace of sweetness.

And the man standing beside her was always so tall and aloof, seemingly unattainable, but every time she was about to let go, his large hand would envelop her small one and hold it tightly.

Chu Qianli’s brows slowly knit together.

Her heart began to experience a tearing pain.

The more she tried to see the man standing beside her, the more intense the pain became.

Eventually, it hurt so much that even her consciousness began to blur.

Her hand still glided lightly over his chest.

Her heart became more and more uncomfortable, until even breathing became difficult.

She looked up but still could not see the man standing before her clearly, yet one name pulsed within her heart.

It kept knocking incessantly at the door of her heart.

Finally, the breath pent up in her chest became chaotic.

Her mouth opened, and a trace of fresh blood seeped out.

The name finally slipped out of her mouth: "...Yexuan."