Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1107 - 1106: The Prince Who Won’t Be Cajoled or Coer

"Uncle Prince," she is a guest of the Princely Heir!"

Chu Minghao, upon seeing this situation, imdiately panicked and hurried over to intervene.

This Uncle Prince, known for his forthrightness—no, it should be said, for his roughness.

In his whole life, he favored only matters of the battlefield and would hardly give face even to his own father, let alone to the Emperor.

In any case, he was upright and uncompromising, unversed in worldly wisdom, unwilling to flatter or fawn, acting solely on his own preferences.

He wouldn’t take part in any matter he disliked, even if the Emperor personally requested it.

Such a person could be kindly described as straightforward and outspoken or bluntly said to be inflexible.

Dealing with this iron-hatted Uncle Prince was always a headache for Chu Minghao.

All he could do was put on a smiling face, look up to the pair on horseback, and say in a gentle tone, "Uncle Prince, Miss Chu is also our father’s guest, at the very least, allow the lady to stay at the Yu Prince Residence for a couple of days..."

"Little girl, do you want to go to the Yu Prince Residence or co to my Prince Residence as a guest?" Chu Lingyang turned around, looking at Chu Qianli who sat behind him.

Chu Qianli pouted, complaining, "This Minghao often bullies ; I will go to the Ling Prince Residence."

"This rascal has bullied you?"

Chu Lingyang’s expression suddenly darkened.

Chu Minghao internally cursed, about to explain.

Unexpectedly, Chu Lingyang suddenly waved his hand, and with a smack, the whip struck him.

"Brat, you dare to bully my guest? If it happens again, I will skin you!"

"Let’s go!"

With a shout, the horses neighed and imdiately galloped toward the city gate.

They left so swiftly that in a blink, they were out of sight.

They had entered the city.

Chu Minghao gritted his teeth in pain and fud with fury—steam nearly rising from his head!

But he didn’t dare to stop them.

His father had repeatedly warned him that this Uncle Prince was a madman and to avoid provoking him unless necessary!

But he was provoking him!

Chu Minghao’s eyes reddened with anger.

Gui Tong strode over, "Princely Heir, what now?"

He saw the girl nad Fu Ning also packing her things, following them.

"Do we stop her?" he asked.

"What use is there in stopping a re maid? If she goes to Uncle Prince and complains about , there’s no telling when that whip might strike again!" said Chu Minghao, still fuming.

But he had no way of dealing with Chu Lingyang.

To think that he was a Princely Heir, yet not given the slightest bit of face; he was whipped in front of so many people.

He had never been treated so rudely by anyone except his father and that short-lived legitimate Princely Heir.

Gui Tong also found himself helpless against Ling Prince.

Impervious to both soft and hard approaches, he truly was an enigmatic figure.

For years, he did not play politics or align with any factions, and fought his battles alone.

Yet his military achievents were illustrious, and the Emperor particularly liked him.

Most importantly, Ling Prince had no ambition for power and spent his days studying military strategies, waiting to go to the frontier to defend the country.

Gui Tong even thought that if one day the Prince could no longer fight, he would probably retire willingly.

Royal power and nobility likely ant little to him.

Living with such enlightennt could be considered a good thing.

But most people in the world could not achieve it.

"Princely Heir, Feng Qihe is still here," Gui Tong reminded.

Chu Minghao looked back and indeed saw Feng Qihe staring thoughtfully at the city gate entrance.

Chu Minghao’s thoughts shifted, and a hint of a smile finally appeared in his eyes as he slowly walked toward Feng Qihe.