Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 871 - 870 What Do I Need to Ask?

Chapter 871: Chapter 870 What Do I Need to Ask?

Long Xinghe closed the door to the study.

Of course, she wasn’t really going to brew reishi tea for Feng Wuya. Such tasks were not her forte.

The cup of reishi tea she had earlier was poisoned, so naturally, it couldn’t be served to him.

But the matter of having a spy by her side needed to be dealt with. Otherwise, as time went on, it would become increasingly difficult to guard against.

She did not return to her own sleeping quarters.

Looking up at the dimming sky, she suddenly leaped up and walked on the rooftops, floating towards the room above Tie Xin’s.

Tie Xin was organizing things, Feng Wuya’s clothes.

It was always after he arranged them that they were sent back to the Prince.

Tie Xin was always meticulous and earnest in his tasks.

Long Xinghe truly wished the spy was not Tie Xin.

There was nothing unusual about Tie Xin. Just as Long Xinghe was about to leave, she hadn’t yet risen from the rooftop when she saw a figure skulking towards the back courtyard.

Nanny Ní!

This was Feng Wuya’s courtyard—what was Nanny Ní doing here?

Madame Murong was not present today, and Nanny Ní usually should be by Murong Yu’s side. Yet, these past two days, she had stayed behind to look after Wuya.

Long Xinghe had her suspicions about her.

Seeing Nanny Ní’s figure now only increased her doubts, and she quickly pursued.

Nanny Ní was heading towards the back gate.

Although Long Xinghe had been practicing her skills recently, it was still not easy for her, with her qinggong, to catch up with Nanny Ní.

Just after passing through the back gate, Nanny Ní’s figure was already gone.

It was unexpected that Nanny Ní’s qinggong was so formidable!

Standing outside the gate, as she gazed at the ever-deepening night sky, her heart felt heavy.

Was the Prince Residence no longer safe?

That night, after Long Xinghe ordered Jiang Tao to guard the kitchen, she locked herself in her room.

Chu Qianli not only provided her with a list but also had the guards bring a large pile of items for her.

Upon seeing these, Long Xinghe’s downcast mood somewhat lifted.

It was almost magical how she managed to get materials from the 21st century. This made it much easier for her to create the items Chu Qianli needed.

As for how Chu Qianli acquired these materials, she didn’t care to ask.

In this vast world, why bother with too many questions?

She didn’t know how long she had isolated herself in her room when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Thinking it was Jiang Tao returning, Long Xinghe said indifferently, "Bring me some noodles, I’m hungry."

To do this work, she had even skipped dinner!

The person at the door left.

After what seemed like a long while, someone finally brought a steaming bowl of noodles. This time, the person didn’t knock but simply pushed open the door.

Inside the room, Long Xinghe maintained her previous position, working on the compression valve.

The improved compression valve could make the specially-made Thunderbolt Grenades more stable, much like modern ammunition; highly reliable and unlikely to misfire.

The person entering put the noodles on the table, but Long Xinghe didn’t even glance at them, just saying, "You can go rest, I don’t need tending tonight."

"I didn’t plan to attend to you."

The man’s deep voice startled Long Xinghe, causing her to almost lose her grip on the compression valve.

"Wuya?"

She turned and indeed met his deep gaze.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

Why had he come?

"Do you need something from me?"

"Aren’t you going to ask what Feifei and I were doing in the room?"

Feng Wuya’s expression didn’t look very good, but upon a second glance, it seemed void of any emotion.

Long Xinghe, somewhat surprised, looked innocent, "Your pen fell on the floor, and she just picked it up for you. What is there for me to ask?"

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