Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1109 - 1108: If This Prince, Uses Your Life to Threa

Chu Qianli naturally knew who "he" referred to in Chu Lingyang’s words.

She just hadn’t expected Chu Lingyang to beco so agitated.

What she expected even less was that even Chu Lingyang was unaware that Uncle Nine was still alive.

When the Ninth Prince "died," he truly "died." Apart from Feng Wuya and Feng Yexuan, those younger generations, he had actually not told even his closest and best friends.

It was indeed a "death" that seed very real.

However, Chu Qianli ultimately didn’t know the relationship between Chu Lingyang and Feng Dingchu; hence, she did not directly respond to Chu Lingyang’s question.

"Prince Ling, please let go of first before we speak," she said in a deep voice, her attitude not quite cold.

But neither was it particularly warm.

Only then did Chu Lingyang realize his action had been inappropriate.

But he was still very agitated; after releasing her, he kept staring intently at her face, "Girl, you must tell —tell whether he is indeed still alive?"

Chu Qianli still did not speak, just quietly watched him.

"Speak, will you?"

"Prince, there are many things I can’t speak of," she murmured.

Chu Lingyang felt a tightness in his chest. He had guessed the truth already but just needed her to confirm it.

"I assure you, I won’t ask you where he is, nor will I pry into any news related to him. I only just..."

Suddenly, Chu Qianli stepped back two paces.

Chu Lingyang didn’t understand the aning behind her action and felt uneasy, "Girl, did I... did I frighten you just now? I apologize. Please don’t be angry..."

Suddenly, with her left foot leading, Chu Qianli executed a strange trajectory right before him.

Moving off the ground, she leapt up, stepping lightly over tables and chairs before landing back on the floor.

But the mont she landed, she stumbled and nearly fell.

A moistness appeared in the eyes of Chu Lingyang.

He swiftly moved over, and with a light flick of his palm, he easily steadied Chu Qianli’s swaying body with a gust of wind.

Chu Qianli steadied herself against the table’s edge and looked up at him.

Such a staunch and upright Prince Ling had actually welled up with the shimr of tears in his eyes.

But he quickly turned away, not letting her see his tears.

After what seed like an eternity, Chu Lingyang took a deep breath and suddenly strode towards the door, "Soone, bring wine!"

Fine wine and dishes were quickly brought to the pavilion in the courtyard.

Chu Lingyang seed in an exceptionally good mood, better than ever before.

As soon as the wine was served, he filled his cup to the brim.

"This prince will drink alone. You, a young girl, can just enjoy so fruit wine."

"Mm," Chu Qianli nodded, picked up the fruit wine, and took a light sip.

The taste was actually quite good.

Looking at Prince Ling, he really was drinking on his own, and rather rrily at that—he didn’t seem like he was sulking with his liquor.

His spirit in drinking appeared quite cheerful.

"This prince knows your footwork; aside from him, nobody else does, ha, I know," he said.

After three rounds of drinks, he seed to be toasting the air, drinking heartily, and had already gone through several jars in no ti.

His face didn’t look drunk, but the sll of alcohol was quite strong.

"What is your relation to him, girl? Why does he refuse to see even this prince, yet willingly ets with you alone?"

Chu Qianli was about to say sothing when she heard Chu Lingyang speak firmly, "If this prince threatens you with your life, would he co to et ?"