Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1191 - 1190: Disappeared

Feng Yexuan did not respond to Chu Qianli’s words.

Chu Qianli would not foolishly hope for his pity.

Since she’s rely a pawn, it’s impossible for anyone to care.

Placed at the forefront of the storm, many hold knives, aiming at her neck to take her head.

Her survival depends solely on her efforts.

Through fire and water, hasn’t she always made it through?

What is there to fear?

Her heart turns cold simply because the one pushing her into the inferno this ti is the man who once swore to protect her life with his own.

n’s promises, deceiving ghosts!

Walking around the city gate is equivalent to thoroughly exposing Miss Chu to everyone.

The procession just left from the city gate and headed towards the Moat.

The Imperial City’s Moat is divided into two sections: one internal, leading directly to the Imperial Palace,

the other external, leading out of the city, serving as the city dwellers’ most vital river, without equal.

A month ago, the Moat’s bank outside the city massively collapsed during a torrential rain.

The fierce water drowned several nearby villages.

The disaster ca too suddenly, the water’s ferocity unprecedented; overnight, the villages lost thousands of lives.

Rumors started in the streets and alleys, claiming that soone from the Imperial Family had offended the heavens,

saying this was the heavens’ punishnt.

As to who exactly was disrespectful, no one dared to speculate.

But in the Imperial Family, to have no descendants is seen as the gravest disrespect.

Who in the Imperial Family should be having offspring but still has none to this day, the people well understand.

This folk song clearly mocks and blas the Emperor.

Talks of gods and spirits, easily disturbing the peace of the people.

And today, led by the Emperor and escorted by the State Preceptor, this act of spiritually appeasing the spirits and the lost souls at the collapsed section of the Moat is extrely crucial for Nanming.

At the collapsed section of the Moat outside the city, both inside and out, the Royal Army had already taken strict positions.

The Emperor and Miss Chu’s procession was entirely guarded by the Royal Army; there should have been no issue.

Yet, problems arose today.

"The State Preceptor is missing?"

Feng Yexuan’s deep dark eyes sank.

In an instant, a chilling aura was felt by those around,

alongside the overwhelming pressure of his imnse Inner Strength.

Although his face remained expressionless, the pressure he exerted indicated his profound worry.

Little Shunzi panicked: "Emperor, the State Preceptor’s team hasn’t set out yet, and no one can find him..."

"Isn’t he in Lingjiu Hall? How could he be missing?"

For over a decade, aside from outings to perform rituals, the State Preceptor has never left Lingjiu Hall; how could he be missing?

"Emperor, the State Preceptor... he truly is missing!"

The State Preceptor’s contingent always moved separately, never with the Emperor.

Thus, it was only now that the Emperor received the news of his disappearance.

Little Shunzi hurriedly added: "The guards dared not forcibly enter Lingjiu Hall, but who among the Palace Attendants of Lingjiu Hall dare to lie? That’s an offense punishable by death!"

"It’s rumored that five days ago, the State Preceptor locked himself in Lingjiu Hall, instructing not to be disturbed, and since then, no one dared approach."

"How could no one dare approach? Could the State Preceptor really go without food or drink?" Chu Qianli couldn’t help asking.

Little Shunzi quietly explained: "Miss Chu might not be aware, the State Preceptor’s habits differ from ordinary people; he does not partake in worldly sustenance."

Yet, a scene suddenly flashed through Chu Qianli’s mind.

Feng Yexuan knew her too well, he swiftly grabbed her wrist: "Do you know where the State Preceptor is?"