Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 469 - 468: Keeping People at Bay

Chapter 469: Chapter 468: Keeping People at Bay

Feng Yexuan’s injuries were even more severe than Chu Qianli had imagined.

His back and both arms, even his legs, were all wounded by wild wolves.

There were several wounds, long and deep.

He was somewhat weak due to losing too much blood.

After finding a cave, Chu Qianli immediately began cleaning his wounds.

His body was covered with injuries, and for a moment, she didn’t know where to start.

"Fourth Royal Brother, can you... change into a pair of shorts yourself? Very short... the very short kind."

She had bought two vacuum-packed... pairs of briefs that he could wear right away.

There were wounds on his thighs that needed urgent attention, and the ancient undergarments were too cumbersome.

Moreover, his clothes had already been torn to shreds by the wild wolves and couldn’t be worn anymore.

Feng Yexuan, who had closed his eyes, opened them and gave her a faint glance without saying a word.

But she knew he had agreed to change his trousers.

She immediately took out a pair and, carefully and awkwardly, handed them to him.

Feng Yexuan took the shorts, looking at them, his expression instantly changed.

"Damned woman..."

"I’m not trying to take advantage of you, but I can only treat your wounds if you’re wearing these shorts."

Chu Qianli’s face was flushed, but Feng Yexuan’s face seemed to be not so comfortable either.

By now, she had cleaned the scars on his face.

When his face became clear in her sight again, Chu Qianli couldn’t deceive herself; he was truly, strikingly handsome!

But he was so weak now that, however attractive, she couldn’t afford to look more.

"Fourth Royal Brother, you really need to change quickly, otherwise, you’re going to bleed out."

She turned away, not looking at him.

"And, it’s best if you can take off your clothes yourself. You’re too heavy, and it’s somewhat difficult for me to undress you."

The man behind her hesitated.

The cut of these briefs was... embarrassingly revealing.

What kind of tailor scrimped on fabric! How could one have the nerve to wear this?

"Fourth Royal Brother, hurry up!"

Chu Qianli was genuinely worried; the wounds on his body were still bleeding nonstop!

"Could it be that you’re embarrassed?"

"What part of my body haven’t you seen?" Is there a need to feel embarrassed?

Feng Yexuan took a deep breath and, enduring the pain, tore off his clothes.

But after putting on the briefs, he was completely dumbfounded.

The lines, the contours... who was the damn tailor who made these? It was simply impossible to meet people!

"Fourth Royal Brother, are you done yet?" She called out anxiously when there was no movement behind her: "Fourth Royal Brother..."

He still didn’t speak, staring at his shorts until his face was beet red.

Chu Qianli grew flustered, "Fourth Royal Brother, are you okay? You haven’t fainted, have you? Fourth Royal Brother... I’m going to turn around!"

He did not react, and Chu Qianli was truly afraid. What if he had passed out due to excessive blood loss?

But unexpectedly, when she turned around at that moment, she saw him staring at himself...

Her little face instantly turned crimson.

Feng Yexuan wasn’t any better; his face looked as if it had been painted with fresh blood.

"...Pervert."

"I’m not..." She was a doctor, after all!

Never mind! It was an emergency; they couldn’t keep dragging this on.

"Fourth Royal Brother, lie down, I need to treat your wounds."

The pile of wounds on his back, fortunately, the chest was not seriously injured, and there were many on the legs, but the back had to be dealt with first.

Hearing this, Feng Yexuan acted as if he had found an exit, immediately turning over to lie face down.

The movement was too big, tugging at his wounds, and instantly brought a numbing pain to his scalp.

Some wounds, the skin and flesh were torn.

"Be careful!" Chu Qianli winced in pain for him.

Yet this man, even as the wounds gaped open, merely furrowed his brow without so much as a grunt, as if he had no nerves to feel pain.

His willpower was too formidable.

"Your Highness, shall I give you some anesthetic?" With so many and such large wounds, disinfecting and dressing them like this would be excruciating.

"No need." He remembered she had said that after an anesthetic, one would lose all sensation, and if it was the kind used on the whole body, one would lose consciousness altogether and fall straight into a deep sleep.

He couldn’t sleep now.

Those Fusang assassins could catch up at any time.

Chu Qianli could only bite the bullet and start cleaning his wounds.

Fortunately, most of the wounds were on his back. Otherwise, his state of undress... would indeed be somewhat embarrassing.

In ancient times, it would have certainly crossed the boundaries between men and women, right?

No, no, no, she was a modern person and also a doctor.

During an operation, who cares whether it’s a man or a woman, whether they’re clothed or naked?

Don’t think about it, thinking too much is pointless...

...

That night, Feng Wuya felt restless.

In the dead of night, a suffocating sense of suppression in his chest just wouldn’t dissipate.

Feeling irritable, he had no choice but to take out the harmonica Chu Qianli had given him, and went to the pavilion by the lake to play.

Tie Xin stood guard outside.

Tonight, the Prince’s harmonica sounded restless and carried a faint anxiety.

Even Tie Xin, who knew nothing of music, could hear it.

The figure sitting in the pavilion by the lake, with his silver hair fluttering in the wind—who could escape the clean and stirring aura that he exuded?

Wei Qiong had been watching from a distance for a long time.

The sound of the harmonica was somewhat floating, as if something was dancing over the heart and could never quite settle down.

"General Wei?" Tie Xin finally noticed her presence.

This call disturbed the man in white under the pavilion.

Feng Wuya put away his harmonica, no longer in the mood to play.

After nodding to Tie Xin, Wei Qiong walked slowly towards the pavilion.

"Your Highness, why are you not resting at this late hour?"

Actually, it wasn’t very late, but given Feng Wuya’s poor health, he should retire early.

Feng Wuya simply nodded and said nothing.

When he didn’t wish to speak, even uttering a single word seemed superfluous.

However, Wei Qiong could still discern his concern.

"Are you worried about Miss Chu?" Wei Qiong asked.

Feng Wuya simply nodded again.

"From here to Langya Peak, if one hurries, the return could take at most five days," she said.

Of course, that assumed everything went smoothly, including rest times along the way.

"You will see Miss Chu in five days, Your Highness. No need to worry too much."

Feng Wuya seemed to show no desire to engage in a detailed conversation with her.

But Wei Qiong looked at Feng Wuya, somewhat reluctant to send him off to rest just yet.

No wonder both the Loyal Brother and the Grand Princess cared for him so deeply.

This man was ethereal in beauty, yet his purity was crystalline.

His eyes were serene, indicating no desire or longing.

Wei Qiong could imagine that even if you placed the most precious treasure of the world before him, he probably wouldn’t even lift an eyelid.

He appeared gentle and amiable, but in reality, his demeanor kept others at a cold distance.

He wasn’t easy to get along with simply because he didn’t want to.

As expected, Feng Wuya was about to take his leave, but before he could speak, Wei Qiong preempted him, "Last night, I had a conversation with Miss Chu about you. Would you like to hear about it?"