Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1101 - 1100 What Did She Do to You?

"Do you want to like him? To marry him?"

With a sowhat helpless smile, Chu Qianli shook her head continuously.

Are all these young girls obsessed with love?

"You’ve forgotten who stands behind him? The Empress! That’s practically on the sa level as Hua Rong."

Such a dangerous person, and yet plunging headfirst, isn’t that like wishing for a premature death?

"But, Prince He has said he would, for you, relinquish his title and elope far away with you, taking money."

"Do you think that’s realistic?"

That question left Fu Ning speechless for a while.

Upon calming down and thinking it over, even she felt a bit foolish.

Seeing how well Prince He treated their young lady, in comparison to others around who wanted to harm her, to hurt her,

by comparison, Prince He seed almost like an Immortal, and even Fu Ning was moved.

"But no matter what, the young lady doesn’t have to be so ruthless to him, even just as friends..."

"He doesn’t want to be just friends with . His intentions are clear—he wants to be his woman."

Chu Qianli lowered her eyelids, looking at the assortnt of pastries on the short table inside the carriage.

Her words were not cold, but rather indifferent: "Fu Ning, if I were kind to him, wouldn’t that be giving him hope?"

"But I don’t have feelings for him, not in the past, not now, and not in the future. If I gave him hope, he would only beco more desperate in the future, understand?"

"Moreover, his impulse to elope with is just that—an impulse. Money and status, those princes born with a silver spoon, accustod to supremacy—who can truly let go?"

Prince He couldn’t.

Neither could soone else.

They are all the sa.

Chu Qianli yawned, "Fu Ning, I’m a bit sleepy. I want to nap a bit."

"Okay, I’ll tidy up."

As Fu Ning had just packed up the pastries and turned around, she saw Chu Qianli slump down clumsily.

Fu Ning was startled and quickly supported her: "Young lady, what’s wrong?"

"Sleepy..." Chu Qianli yawned again, her body growing weaker. "Help ... tidy up, I really need... to sleep a while."

No sooner had she spoken than she collapsed into Fu Ning’s arms, her eyes shut tight, breathing steady.

She really had fallen asleep.

So overwhelmingly sleepy.

Fu Ning helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket.

Chu Qianli slept deeply, never once opening her eyelids throughout.

The procession wasn’t moving slowly.

Prince Xuan seed quite anxious, several tis increasing the distance between them.

The path ahead was vast.

Filled with unknown forces of Nanming, the enchanting Emperor of Nanming, the mystical power of the Nanming State Preceptor... all drawing closer to her...

...Five days later.

Chu Qianli woke up amidst so noise.

Upon awakening, Fu Ning was still sitting beside her, eyes sowhat swollen, clearly having cried.

But she remained restrained and enduring, with only her eyes appearing puffy, her facial expression still calm and composed.

Yet, the mont Chu Qianli opened her eyes, Fu Ning’s nose tingled, and tears started rolling down.

"What’s wrong?" Chu Qianli, not yet fully stretched, suddenly sat up, grabbing Fu Ning by the shoulders.

"Who bullied you? Was it Chu Feiyan? I’ll kill her for you!"

Fu Ning was never one to cry; she was definitely a strong girl.

If it were not for experiencing great injustice, she wouldn’t be like this!

What on earth did Chu Feiyan do to her?