Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 841 - 840: Back Then, Your Secret

Chapter 841: Chapter 840: Back Then, Your Secret

This place was a valley.

Inside the valley, the road twisted and turned, meandering through eighteen bends before finally finding the entrance.

Just upon entering, someone stopped them.

He introduced himself as Wu Chenzi, seeking their Master. Soon after the messenger had entered, a group arrived to welcome them in.

Hua Rong had just been drinking her medicine. At that moment, she wore a specially made black gauze mask, only revealing her eyes, mouth, and nose.

Although her face was unclear, the features that were showing allowed Chu Qianli to see clearly; she indeed was a stunning beauty.

No wonder she was known as a master of beauty, being so beautiful herself.

However, now, her face was noticeably pale.

Was she internally injured?

Regarding the incidents after her manic outburst, Chu Qianli couldn’t recall much.

Feng Dingchu hadn’t specified the details, only mentioning them briefly.

What Hua Rong’s current situation was, he hadn’t quite figured out yet.

Hua Rong placed down her cup, looking coldly at the two people standing in the center of the hall.

"What do you want with me?" she asked coldly.

"I know Yu Linglong is here with you, Master. Please hand her over to me," Feng Dingchu spoke gently.

"Why should I hand her over to you? I captured her myself," Hua Rong replied, unconvinced.

The people she captured were hers to keep!

Feng Dingchu didn’t get angry; his temper always seemed exceptionally good.

Chu Qianli had never seen him angry... Well, having known him for just half a day, there likely hadn’t been a chance to see that.

It wasn’t her place to interject in their conversation; she simply stood aside and listened.

Feng Dingchu’s voice remained gentle, deep, and rich, producing a sound that even a cello couldn’t match:

"Master, she was originally a maid following me. It is only right that she be returned to me..."

"Really?"

"Of course, as long as you hand her over to me, Master, I will not bring up those secrets from the past, and we can all live in peace, right?"

"Feng Dingchu, do you dare to threaten me?"

Hua Rong suddenly stood up, eyes blazing with anger.

Unquestionably, she was someone accustomed to luxury and could not tolerate the slightest grievance.

Chu Qianli didn’t know what sort of life this esteemed Master had led during her decade of absence.

So high and mighty, prouder than her son and comparable to the Emperor himself.

Despite Hua Rong’s fury, Feng Dingchu remained calm: "Indeed, I am threatening you, Master. You should know, with your current internal injuries, it is impossible for you to defeat me."

Chu Qianli glanced at him.

This man, using the gentlest voice to utter the most provoking words.

No wonder Hua Rong was so upset.

Indeed, Hua Rong clenched her fist tightly, her fingers stiff with tension.

Although she wore a black gauze mask, Chu Qianli could almost see the muscles on her face trembling.

However, Hua Rong quickly calmed down, her beautiful phoenix eyes fixating on Feng Dingchu’s excessively handsome face.

That look seemed almost reluctant, but it quickly turned icy cold.

"Fine, she was originally your maid. I will return her to you, but Feng Dingchu, you must promise to keep my secrets!"

"What secrets?" the curious maid chimed in.

"Feng Dingchu!" Hua Rong’s expression darkened, her tone fierce: "If you dare tell this maid, I swear I will kill her! If you don’t believe me, just try me!"