Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 893 - 892: This is Too Tragic

Chapter 893: Chapter 892: This is Too Tragic

"Prince Nine’s incident that year... the news didn’t spread widely, but there were a few who knew about it, he... died in the Empress Dowager’s chambers."

"What?" Chu Qianli was so shocked she almost leaped to her feet.

Feng Dingchu hadn’t run away from home that year, he had, in reality, died.

A young hero, at the peak of his prominence, died in the chambers of his own birth mother.

Why then, had he lived on like a walking corpse until now? Could it be that his death back then was related to the Empress Dowager?

"I don’t know much about the events of that year, but if he truly is Prince Nine... it’s probably not safe for him to stay in the palace either."

The Imperial Family’s secret history is something no one can fathom.

But if he had indeed died once before, now that he’s returned, if certain people find out, he might just die all over again.

Moreover, hasn’t he already been poisoned?

Being poisoned within the palace, isn’t that already obvious?

Without someone administering the poison, how could he possibly fall into a coma?

"Ali, if he is your friend, then you’re already involved. The secrets from a decade ago, those people will never want you to uncover them."

"I understand now." Chu Qianli grasped the gravity of Fu Long’s warning.

"The palace is in too much chaos tonight, the guards aren’t as strict, I’ll arrange for him to leave immediately."

"No, I must accompany him, I want to leave with him."

Though Feng Dingchu had had most of the poison removed from his body, what was worst was that he himself didn’t wish to recover.

Sometimes a person’s will can be a terrifying thing; if he wants to die, it’s likely no one would be able to save him.

Fu Long, standing behind the screen, looked at the faint silhouette on the bed and felt an inexplicable sadness.

If indeed the matter is related to the Empress Dowager... he, too, is the Empress Dowager’s son!

It’s unknown what fault this son might have committed or what unspeakable secrets he might know, such that the Empress Dowager would find his death necessary.

"Ali, we shouldn’t speculate wildly about these matters for now; perhaps things are not as we imagine," Fu Long suggested, clear on what Chu Qianli was thinking.

He gently patted Chu Qianli’s shoulder and said in a low voice, "The Empress Dowager tonight... in such a state, she can’t possibly do anything to Prince Nine anymore."

If she still insists on poisoning Prince Nine despite being in such a condition, that would be truly ruthless.

Anyone, treated in such a way by their own mother, would probably not want to live.

But Fu Long still hoped that Prince Nine wouldn’t end up so tragically.

"Perhaps this is the doing of someone else, but if that’s the case, it’s very dangerous for you two to be here."

Although he hadn’t received any instructions to search for the assassin, there are Shadow Assassins that are beyond what he can control.

The Shadow Assassins may well be in action.

"I’ll help you both get out of the Imperial Palace first. You take him... go to Prince Xiaoyao Residence to hide for a while. That place is far from the court struggles and is relatively safe for the time being."

Chu Qianli couldn’t help but feel emotional.

Even around Wuya, there are those who wish to take his life; the entire Imperial City was no longer a truly safe place.

However, the Prince Xiaoyao Residence could offer temporary shelter.

Now that the Empress Dowager had passed away, staying in the Imperial Palace no longer made any sense. The Emperor would not suspect her reasons for leaving the palace.

"Let Ziyue act fast, I’m short of people here."

Suddenly, Chu Qianli remembered something, twisted her wrist, and took out quite a few Gold Leaves from her space ring.

"Fu Ning said you’re quite poor now, take these Gold Leaves for your use."

"Ali..." Fu Long hesitated, how could he accept a woman’s money?

"Didn’t you spend all your money on me? So, why can’t I give you some money?"

Chu Qianli stuffed the Gold Leaves into his hand: "Don’t worry, I’m at least still the Empress, I have plenty of money. If you really run out of money, I’ll support you, okay?"

Fu Long smiled helplessly, "Alright then, I shall accept it respectfully. Now, I’ll first..."

But his words ceased abruptly there.

The two exchanged glances, faces simultaneously changing color!