Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 483 - 482: Don’t Blame Me for Using Strong Measures

Chapter 483: Chapter 482: Don’t Blame Me for Using Strong Measures

Feng Wuya and Long Tianliu had left.

Long Ziyue still couldn’t understand why he would be together with the Empress.

Given Feng Wuya’s temperament, if he were unwilling, even if the Empress forced him, he would definitely choose death over submission.

"Ziyue," just now, because Prince Consort was ill, the Empress did not summon her, and she didn’t dare to intrude.

Now that the Empress had left, Prince Consort immediately had someone support him to come out and approached the woman.

"They..."

"I don’t understand either." Long Ziyue helped her sit down, waved her hand, and the maids immediately withdrew.

Although many here were Prince Consort’s own people, brought in from outside the palace,

even though the Empress confined her to the palace, she at least hadn’t pressured her to a desperate situation.

Under her supervision, Prince Consort still had some freedom.

But, after all, there were quite a few of the Empress’s people here, mother and daughter still needed to be careful about what they said.

Prince Consort sat down, furrowing his brow, "Wasn’t Prince Xiaoyao with Miss Chu? This... Ziyue, I find it a bit puzzling."

"I’m also confused." Long Ziyue sat down beside her.

Her gaze fell, ready to ponder.

Her sights, inadvertently, landed on the teacup Feng Wuya had drunk from just before.

After exchanging a few casual words before, Feng Wuya wasn’t someone who talked much, and so he hadn’t said much either.

It seemed that he had been drinking tea all along.

Her heart stirred with a thought, not sure why, she promptly lifted the teacup lid Feng Wuya had used.

"Mother!" Long Ziyue’s eyes lit up, and with a clack, she covered the lid again.

"Ziyue..." Prince Consort furrowed her brow.

Long Ziyue shook her head, carefully scanning the surroundings, though her gaze quickly retracted.

"Mother, you didn’t see just now, the Empress showed extraordinary fondness for the Prince, I have never seen her so indulgent towards any man before."

Seeing her daughter’s expression, Prince Consort instantly understood.

She sighed faintly, "That’s a pity, I’ve never seen the Empress take such interest in any man. Moreover, for so many years, although there have been countless beautiful men in the harem, the Emperor’s seat has always been vacant..."

"Mother, we shouldn’t speak too much about this."

"Very well, I’m tired too. Ziyue, help me return to rest."

Long Ziyue’s long fingers passed over the inside of the cup, then, supporting Prince Consort, they returned to the sleeping chamber.

Only then did the person in black on the rooftop leap up and vanish into the vast night.

Back in the sleeping chamber, Long Ziyue didn’t speak; she simply unfolded her hand.

A small wax bead, which had been in the tea just now.

Prince Consort felt a chill before her eyes, and immediately picked up the small wax bead, gently crushing it.

Inside was a piece of paper.

Prince Consort gave Long Ziyue a glance and stealthily stuffed the slip of paper into her hands.

Long Ziyue’s fingertips couldn’t help but tense up.

It was a message from Wei Qiong, within it the word, "Return."

Long Ziyue looked at Prince Consort.

Prince Consort nodded without saying a word.

Chu Qianli had gone to find General Wei Xian, and though Wei Qiong didn’t understand why she was so confident, since she hoped that Prince Consort would find a way to return, it meant Wei Qiong believed Chu Qianli could surely persuade Wei Xian.

They needed to find a way to quickly leave the Imperial Palace and return to the Prince Residence.

Wei Qiong was planning to secretly bring his troops back, and Prince Consort also had to get her own army ready. Once General Wei Xian agreed to help, they could lead their forces to strike directly at Dragon City.

This was the best opportunity, the only opportunity!

Prince Consort looked at Long Ziyue, took her hand, and wrote a few words in her palm: Go alone.

Long Ziyue’s eyes instantly warmed.

She shook her head.

If she really left, His Majesty would definitely make things difficult for my mother.

In her hand, Prince Xiaoyao wrote: I must die, but my heart is with you.

She can’t survive.

She was originally plagued with a stubborn illness, although Princess Lili said she could cure her.

But to treat her, it would inevitably consume a large amount of manpower and resources, and most importantly, at this critical moment, she couldn’t allow her sickness to burden anyone else.

Especially Princess Lili!

She picked up Long Ziyue’s hand again and continued writing on her palm: Lili is the daughter of Long Xiyue.

Long Ziyue’s breath caught, staring at her, unable to come back to her senses for a long time, her breathing disordered.

Prince Xiaoyao dared not speak earlier; walls have ears, and here, secrets might not be well kept.

But now, there were already stirrings outside, some things had to be said.

She looked at Long Ziyue, her eyes determined: Princess Lili is now our only hope, you must protect her, help her!

Long Ziyue felt a heat in her eyes, and her tears almost rolled down.

Prince Xiaoyao’s expression darkened, clearly displeased.

The women of Longteng Country do not easily shed tears!

Especially her, Long Hongming’s daughter, who in the future, must become the most capable assistant by the new Emperor’s side!

She must not cry!

Long Ziyue took a deep breath, wiped the corner of her eyes, and dried the tear that hadn’t fallen.

It took a while before she nodded her head.

She must think of a way to leave.

Prince Xiaoyao entered the Imperial Palace to help them escape the palace.

The Emperor was eyeing him predatorily, but given Prince Xiaoyao’s character, he would rather die than submit.

The longer he stays in the palace, the more dangerous it becomes.

If Ali knew, she would be heartbroken!

Long Ziyue crushed that piece of paper with force!

She must find an opportunity to escape!

She had to protect Ali, she had to help Ali regain everything that belonged to Xiyue!

...

"Wuya, now that you have seen Long Ziyue, can you be at ease?"

Back in her sleeping quarters, Long Tianliu dismissed everyone and looked at Feng Wuya with a calm expression.

"I haven’t harmed your friend, is it possible for you to lessen your hostility towards me now?"

Feng Wuya didn’t speak, but slightly bowed to her.

Does this mean, he doesn’t hate her anymore?

The more Long Tianliu looked at his composed face, the more she liked him, she couldn’t help saying, "Since you’re at ease, now... It’s getting late, Wuya, how about we rest early?"

In an instant, she had already approached Feng Wuya.

The Empress of Longteng Country, with her Martial Arts prowess, is unfathomable!

Feng Wuya’s eyes finally changed, he frowned, clearly displeased, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

"Wuya, I have never hidden my feelings from you, I want you to stay in my palace."

"I am unwilling!" he said sternly.

Although his answer was expected, Long Tianliu still felt some disappointment.

However, she had great patience and still coaxed softly, "Then Wuya, what must I do to make you willing to stay by my side?"

Feng Wuya didn’t speak, taking two steps back, making clear his refusal.

Long Tianliu’s face finally changed.

She said with displeasure, "Wuya, I truly like you, and I have been more patient with you than with anyone else! But my patience is limited, and if you refuse again, don’t blame me for using forceful methods!"