Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 840 - 839: The Divine Doctor Also Has Rhinitis?

Chapter 840: Chapter 839: The Divine Doctor Also Has Rhinitis?

Feng Dingchu’s rhinitis finally eased after Chu Qianli performed acupuncture on him.

"You’re said to be the Divine Doctor," Chu Qianli said with a look of disdain.

To think he couldn’t even handle rhinitis, completely blocked up in both nostrils, having to breathe with his mouth open, not a trace of the temperament of a hermit expert.

Feng Dingchu almost rolled his eyes at her.

In over thirty years, this was the first time he’d been disdained to this extent.

"Healers can’t heal themselves, haven’t you heard? Besides, this nasal condition is incurable, with no medicine to treat it."

"But actually, it could be completely cured with surgery, once and for all," he reflected. However, he wasn’t at the stage yet where surgery was an absolute necessity.

That kind of surgery, best avoided if possible, was, after all, too close to the brain.

Feng Dingchu lay in the grass, looking up at the azure sky, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

The feeling of a clear nose was just too comfortable.

This comfort, like a reprieve after a calamity, was something only rhinitis sufferers could truly appreciate.

"The little girl’s needling technique is quite impressive!" He praised sincerely.

"So, when will you give me back my face?" Although a face wasn’t so important to her that it was a matter of life or death.

But after all, it was her own face; naturally, she wanted it back.

Feng Dingchu turned his head to glance at her, "Okay, since you’ve relieved my nose, I’ll take you there now."

...

Chu Qianli found it very strange.

Wu Chenzi had left the Imperial City many years ago, carefree and uninvolved, supposedly indifferent to everything.

But he knew one of Hua Rong’s hiding places, one Chu Qianli herself didn’t even know.

"Is it that all you hermit-like experts have your own network of information?"

"No, it’s just that I’m somewhat familiar with her, so it’s easier for me to find her."

"Have you known her for a long time?"

"Uh-huh."

Chu Qianli looked at him, hesitated for quite a while, then asked, "Do you know her identity?"

"I knew before, not necessarily now."

"Then you... are you also from the Imperial Family?" Hua Rong called him Feng Dingchu, and his surname was Feng!

Now it’s the Feng Imperial Family. Could it be, is he also from the Imperial Family?

"Qiansui City... I’ve heard, once upon a time, there was a Prince who gave up everything for a beauty, right, he was also a War God Prince..."

Walking behind Feng Dingchu, Chu Qianli kept her gaze locked on his back.

War God Prince... and then thinking about the lofty, cold, and ruthless Feng Yexuan.

If the hero of the story in Qiansui City really was Feng Dingchu, then why was there such a difference in temperament between the two War Gods?

It turned out that even a War God could be brought low by rhinitis.

Such a strange feeling.

This War God was really down to earth, huh?

"Is Qiansui City really named after you?"

"It was a fief bestowed upon me by the Emperor; as for the tale about the beauty, it’s just... well, you always need a reason to leave the Royal Family."

A hint of gloom flitted across Feng Dingchu’s eyes, but Chu Qianli, trailing behind him, didn’t notice it.

Moreover, he seemed optimistic and cheerful, without a hint of darkness.

Such a person did not appear capable of sadness.

Chu Qianli caught up to him, tilting her head as she looked at him: "So... did that beauty really exist?"

"Do I look like someone with a family?" Would a married man go more than a decade without shaving his beard?

"Maybe she just didn’t want you."

"..." Feng Dingchu turned back, glancing at her, "Do I look like nobody wants me?"

"You know, you really shouldn’t speak too soon; before I shaved your beard, do you have any idea how ugly you were?"

Just a messy old man, truly clueless about his own appearance.

"But now, looking at you..."

"Shh," Feng Dingchu’s long finger touched his lips, "Don’t speak, someone’s coming."