Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 914 - 913: Really Want to Be His Mother

Chapter 914: Chapter 913: Really Want to Be His Mother

Chu Qianli recently found it especially easy for her heart to sour.

She had tasted a myriad of flavors and witnessed the coldness of the world, but it was the first time she saw a birth mother, time and again, willingly push her own son to his death.

He knew that returning to the palace to see his mother might well lead him down a path to his demise, yet he still went back.

All because he wanted to see his mother one last time.

But this final viewing truly demanded his life as the price.

He had anticipated it and even willingly ingested poison.

Yes, it was because Chu Qianli had never tasted this particular flavor of sorrow that she felt it all the more pitiable.

So pitiful that she wished, she herself were Feng Dingchu’s mother.

If she had such a fine son, she would certainly love him, cherish him, protect him.

She would buy him the finest clothes to wear, cook the best food for him to eat, and let him live the happiest of days.

Unfortunately, she was not.

"I’ll apply the medicine for you first, is that okay?" she said softly.

Feng Dingchu didn’t speak, his eyes remained closed.

Chu Qianli wanted to undo his clothing.

Her long fingers touched the fastenings of his garment, and Feng Dingchu’s large frame instinctively tensed, eager to push her away.

Her voice was as soft as the breeze outside, "If you are not afraid of death, why fear a Doctor taking a look at your broken body?"

Broken body!

Feng Dingchu’s final struggle completely gave way.

If it was a broken body, why bother caring?

He had lived over thirty years, yet it was a little maid who saw things more clearly than he did.

Chu Qianli finally managed to pull his clothes down smoothly.

His body was covered in injuries.

At that moment, another figure flashed in her mind.

So, being the War God really wasn’t easy.

Warriors of two generations, both marked with numerous scars.

Her mind drifted momentarily but Chu Qianli quickly gathered her thoughts, took out the golden sore medicine, and started treating his wounds.

The most serious were the two arrow wounds on his back.

The flesh was a bloody blur, requiring not just medicine, but also bandaging.

Luckily, his heart had turned to ash, making him more compliant, and Chu Qianli encountered little resistance while bandaging him.

After treating the wounds and applying the medicine, daylight was nearly upon them.

Chu Qianli went out for a while to instruct Shiyi about some matters and upon returning, found Feng Dingchu still sitting by the bed, having not rested.

Just sitting there, quietly.

"Seeing that you can’t sleep anyway, how about I take you somewhere?"

Feng Dingchu didn’t speak, and Chu Qianli reached out and pulled his hand.

He compliantly stood up.

When his feet touched the ground, his dark brows finally frowned with pain.

"Hurting, are you?"

He wasn’t a real wooden figure, after all; how could he not feel pain with all these wounds?

"Feeling pain at least proves you’re alive, and if you’re alive, you need to live life properly."

Chu Qianli took his hand; his large palms were utterly cold.

Sigh.

"Come, let’s go out and take a good look at this world."

Taking advantage of the sky not yet completely light, the two used Qinggong and quickly arrived at a village on the outskirts of Qiansui City.

"This city is named after you, but you don’t know that in some corners you can’t see, how hard the life of the common people is."

The village was filled with thatched-roof houses.

And completely a different world from the bustling city center.

Chu Qianli led Feng Dingchu up onto the roof of a thatched house, her wrist turned, and a bag of rice appeared in her hand.

A heavy bag of rice.

"Though I’m not wealthy, I have enough to help some, but the bag is heavy and I need you to help."

A bag of rice, fifteen kilograms, thirty taels, was indeed heavy.

"Here, today, will you contribute something to your Qiansui City? Go distribute the rice!"