Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1088 - 1087: Did I Owe You Something in My Previous

"... Ninth Uncle?" Seeing Feng Dingchu here was indeed beyond Feng Yexuan’s expectations.

As for the person on top of the tent, he didn’t need to see who it was.

The familiar feeling was imprinted in his heart.

He just didn’t understand why they were appearing together?

Feng Dingchu took two steps forward and in an instant was in front of Feng Yexuan.

Suddenly, he swung his fist, landing a punch on Feng Yexuan’s nose.

"Ah!"

Chu Qianli, who was sitting on top of the tent, was startled. The solid impact of the punch made her cry out in shock.

Ninth Uncle... Ninth Uncle really hit Prince Yexuan!

Not using any True Qi, just like that, a punch, truly and heavily, struck Feng Yexuan in the face!

Prince Yexuan probably didn’t expect Feng Dingchu to make a move against him, and his Protective Gang Qi didn’t have ti to coalesce.

He had not a single shred of guard against Feng Dingchu; he trusted his Ninth Uncle so much!

Even Chu Qianli could see this very clearly.

After the heavy punch landed, Feng Yexuan’s vision darkened, and his tall figure was caught off guard and fell into the chair.

Feng Dingchu wasn’t done yet. He grabbed Yexuan by the collar and yanked him up.

From this angle, Chu Qianli could see clearly—Prince Yexuan’s nose was bleeding!

"Ninth Uncle..."

The response to this call was another punch from Feng Dingchu.

Feng Yexuan neither dodged nor parried, taking the punch straight to his handso face.

Such force, such an impactful sound, Chu Qianli felt the pain just listening to it.

She hadn’t expected the Ninth Uncle to strike so hard!

Feng Yexuan stopped talking and looked at Feng Dingchu.

The third punch landed on his nose just the sa.

Fortunately, Prince Yexuan’s face was genuinely authentic, without any artificial features.

Otherwise, with the Ninth Uncle’s way of hitting, it would have been strange not to distort his nose and mouth.

Finally, Feng Dingchu let him go.

Without saying anything, he leaped up, once again carrying Chu Qianli in his arms, and left.

Coming without a trace, gone without a shadow.

The distance from Prince Yexuan’s camp to Chu Qianli’s room at the post station was sowhat far, but the journey was very short.

As if it passed in the blink of an eye.

Sitting in the chair, Chu Qianli still couldn’t react, staring blankly at the man standing before her, unable to shift her gaze.

His expression was indescribably complex.

Yet, it was as if there was no emotion at all.

Completely stunned.

Prince Yexuan had been hit, beaten badly, and couldn’t fight back.

Because it was his Ninth Uncle.

"How is it?" Feng Dingchu bent down, looking at the dazed girl, and blinked, "Do you feel better now?"

"Ninth Uncle," Chu Qianli called out hoarsely.

Feng Dingchu’s attractive brow furrowed slightly, "You’re not going to tell you want to cry, are you? I’ve never seen you cry..."

"Wu..."

Now, he was witnessing it.

Chu Qianli hugged his arm and buried her face in his clothes, crying.

This girl didn’t like to cry, but now, she wept in despair.

Her slender body was trembling slightly, and because she didn’t want to draw the attention of the surrounding guards, her crying was quiet.

Small and light, sobbing, shedding tears.

Repressed, yet wanting to give in.

A hidden sadness that transitioned from despair, slowly finding a trace of hope again.

It was the first ti Feng Dingchu saw her cry.

It gave him a heart-wrenching feeling.

Strong people, when they cry, it really pulls at the heartstrings.

His hand lifted and after a long while, it landed on her head, gently stroking.

"Did I... owe you in a past life, you naughty girl?"

Suddenly, he swept her up in his arms, leaped out the window, and was gone in an instant.