Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 748 - 747: As Long as You Go Back, You Can Call the Wind and Summon the Rain

Chapter 748: Chapter 747: As Long as You Go Back, You Can Call the Wind and Summon the Rain

"The young lady has been back in her room for over an hour now."

Leng Ji glanced outside; it was nearly midnight.

He said, "After being busy all day, at this time, she’s probably already gone to bed, right?"

Feng Yexuan had just finished reviewing the quarterly summary chart once again before he tidied up, stood up, and walked out of the study.

"Prince, do you wish to retire for the night?"

With a wave of his hand, Feng Yexuan dismissed the idea.

Bowing his head, Leng Ji left.

The Prince was most likely going to see Chu Qianli, but at this time, she was surely resting.

He deliberately avoided coming back from the military camp during the day, and now that he was back, he wanted to see her, but she had no energy to deal with him.

Love, what a troublesome affair. If they liked each other, why couldn’t they just be together happily? Must they argue...

Feng Yexuan was unaware of Leng Ji’s thoughts, of course, and would probably have smacked him dead if he knew.

Treading through the night, his tall figure took a few steps toward his own chambers before stopping abruptly.

Finally, he headed towards the western wing.

Just as Leng Ji had predicted, that damned woman’s room was devoid of any light, indicating she had gone to bed.

He thought about leaving, yet his legs seemed to move on their own accord, slowly carrying him towards her room.

As he approached, Feng Yexuan’s brows furrowed tighter.

No sign of breathing?

He quickened his pace and pushed the door open when he reached it.

The room was dark, but Feng Yexuan, whose vision was exceptional, could see clearly that there was nobody in the room.

Where had that damned woman gone?

...

The night was restless, the air neither calm nor still, and by now, Feng Yexuan and Chu Qianli weren’t the only ones who hadn’t retired.

"Prince Qihe has only recently returned, and I saw a servant carrying out his bathing water not too long ago; it seems he was just bathing and changing."

Hongchou reported every detail of the information she had gathered to Yu Linglong.

Still, she had her doubts: "Your Majesty, Prince Qihe’s attitude towards you has never been good... are you really going to seek him out?"

Though Yu Linglong’s plans remained not entirely clear to her.

Hongchou knew that Yu Linglong now preferred to return to Longteng Country sooner rather than later.

Even though Long Ziyue was in Longteng Country, the military power was largely in the hands of Wei Xian and Wei Qiong.

The Wei mother and daughter were not familiar with Feng Yexuan and the others, especially Wei Xian.

With powerful influence in her hands, as long as she believed that she was Chu Qianli, even if Long Ziyue had doubts, Wei Xian would stand by her.

After all, with such a face, who would dare claim she was not Chu Qianli?

As long as she returned safely to Longteng Country, she could continue to hold sway there.

Feng Qihe was just a stepping stone to her.

Before she found a way back to Longteng Country, it was best to be on good terms with Prince Qihe to ensure her safety.

But that didn’t mean she needed to ingratiate herself with him.

That’s why Hongchou did not quite understand Yu Linglong’s actions tonight.

"Your Majesty, if you go to Prince Qihe, I fear... you might be at a disadvantage."

Prince Qihe’s temper, truly fearsome, was as volatile as Prince Yexuan’s.

If Your Majesty accidentally says something wrong, you could easily be aggrieved there.

What did she have to gain from this?

Yu Linglong let out a cold snort, her eyes icy: "I refuse to believe that he can remain indifferent to this face."

"Your Majesty..."

"Enough, where’s the thing you were supposed to prepare?"

"Here." Hongchou had already spent a long time gathering it. Chu Qianli’s favorite things, none were missing.

"Your Majesty, the Qianyun Pavilion used to be filled with these little flowers. I had someone turn them into incense. Does it smell right to you?"

Yu Linglong lowered her head to take a sniff, indeed, it was the same floral scent that detestable bitch Chu Qianli always had!

...Moments later, Feng Qihe’s room door was pushed open, and a wave of floral fragrance drifted in with the wind.

Feng Qihe was just about to go to bed when he looked up and the first thing that reached his nose was that familiar fragrance.

Then, he saw a face, unadorned with makeup, refreshingly clean.

A sudden jolt struck Feng Qihe’s heart: "...Lili?"