Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 972 - 971 I’m Not a Child

Chapter 972: Chapter 971 I’m Not a Child

Feng Xi failed again tonight, returning only to report on the news.

Mother Cui excused her early departure on the grounds that Hua Rong needed to rest.

After Feng Xi left, Mother Cui looked at Hua Rong with a slightly worried expression in her eyes.

She whispered, "Master, I will find a way to take care of this old lady Jiang first."

Hua Rong nodded, but it was clear that her mind was preoccupied with something other than the matter at hand.

"Is the Master still worried that Fen Ling will fail to gain the Prince’s favor?"

Mother Cui smiled and said, "Although the Prince currently has eyes only for Chu Qianli, hearts are made of flesh. As long as Fen Ling remains by his side, and given how similar she is to Chu Qianli, given time, the Prince will surely make a place for Fen Ling in his heart."

"But when will that be?" Hua Rong was indeed anxious.

Her son’s feelings for Chu Qianli were so deep, what could be done?

"Chu Qianli and her mother are both bad people, there are many things that Xuanxuan just doesn’t know."

Someday he will know, and Xuanxuan will see Chu Qianli and her mother for the liars and evildoers they are.

At that time, her Xuanxuan would no longer be bewitched by that Enchantress!

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After seeing off his Loyal Brother, Feng Wuya returned to his own bedroom.

There was still more than an hour before dawn.

He had not slept all night and yet did not feel tired at this point.

Perhaps he was tired, but he felt there was something left undone today.

Unable to sleep, he could not help getting up again, putting on his robe, and going out.

In the most inconspicuous room at the west wing’s corner, the light was still on.

Feng Wuya’s brows furrowed slightly as he quickly approached and knocked on the door.

"I don’t need anything; you can go back to rest."

From inside, a woman’s slightly hoarse voice responded.

Her voice had grown even hoarser recently; clearly, a symptom of inadequate rest.

Feng Wuya was silent for a moment before pushing the door open directly.

Seeing him, Long Xinghe was somewhat surprised, thinking it was Jiang Tao coming to bring her food and drink again.

"It’s late, why are you not asleep? With your poor health, you shouldn’t stay up."

She set down what she was working on, stood up, and stared at him, "I’m taking you back to rest."

"I am not a child," Feng Wuya was a bit irritated.

In her eyes, he always seemed to be the child who could never grow up, the one who needed looking after.

Like now, it was obvious what she meant: she would send him back to rest, take care of him, and then she would return here to continue her unfinished business.

She herself was staying up late working, why should he go back to rest?

Long Xinghe was slightly taken aback but then smiled, "No one is treating you like a child, but your body has not yet fully recovered, and you shouldn’t overexert yourself."

"When have I ever overexerted myself?"

Indeed, life had been too comfortable. The word ’overexertion’ had nothing to do with him.

Everyone treated him like a fragile doll to be protected!

"You know you shouldn’t stay up late, what are you doing at this hour?"

Feng Wuya approached, his gaze locking onto the hand-crafted tool on the table.

The item was very intricate, designed with great care, and could only be made with supreme craftsmanship and skill.

"Weapons?"

It looked quite formidable.

Feng Wuya’s interest piqued in an instant.

He sat down at the table, reaching for the small object.

Long Xinghe, hastily, "Don’t touch, it’s not finished yet. The mechanisms aren’t stable—a careless touch and the needles will shoot out, injuring you."

Feng Wuya, though curious, was a bit displeased, "Is Ali making you do this again? How long will she exploit you?"