Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1268 - 1267: Have you thought it through for the fut

Chu Qianli set out mounted on horseback.

Like a true General, under the scorching sun, she faced the blinding radiance.

The commoners paid homage on the main streets.

But in fact, there was a ti when the commoners were utterly confused.

This was the young lady, Chu, who had previously accompanied His Majesty to the Moat.

Back then, it was believed that His Majesty and Miss Chu were romantically involved; everyone was exceedingly thrilled, thinking the Harem of our emperor would finally be graced with a mistress.

Could it be that the intimacy shared by His Majesty and Miss Chu at that ti was not due to romantic affections, but because His Majesty had long known Miss Chu was a Princess?

The secrets of the Imperial Family are rely a matter of speculation for the rest of us.

Chu Qianli’s face was expressionless from afar, her deanor exceedingly dignified; but up close, you could find traces of gentleness in her brows.

The commoners held a reserved attitude toward the Princess, for now.

Chu Qianli was rather relieved that back then, His Majesty did not issue a decree to confer the title of consort; otherwise, it would have been impossible to bluff all the ministers and commoners.

Now, it was still sowhat of a bluff, but at least it was sowhat plausible.

"Little Lili... no, Your Highness the Princess, please don’t mind those idle gossips."

The commoners whispered in private; although not daring to speak aloud, Chu Lingyang could still catch so of their words.

Even the ministers harbored their private doubts.

So say that Feng Yexuan’s tumble in the Dragon Bed with the Little Princess was arranged by the State Preceptor, an untenable rumor, yet not completely impossible.

In any case, the air was thick with suspicion.

But after all, if it’s plausible, then let it be.

"Your Highness the Princess, at the present the Nanming imperial court..."

He paused before continuing in a low voice: "Those willing to support Your Highness might not be many, everyone is still watching..."

"Why is the Second Royal Uncle so willing to co forward? Why not observe a bit longer?" The smile on Chu Qianli’s face made Chu Lingyang’s scalp tingle slightly.

It was not long ago that he actively avoided seeing the Fourth Prince.

He had apparently allowed the Fourth Prince to be attacked and injured.

Thinking back on it, he was filled with regret.

"It was my fault." When one is wrong, one must admit it! One must maintain the correct attitude!

"So, has the Second Royal Uncle made up his mind that from now on, you will firmly stand with us?" Chu Qianli looked up at him.

"I have made up my mind! Loyal until death!" Chu Lingyang imdiately declared.

Yet, Chu Qianli’s eyes darkened slightly: "What if the Second Royal Aunt objects?"

"Little... Your Highness, please understand, Lanlan is absolutely loyal to the Imperial Family and to Nanming... it’s just that... at that ti..."

"I understand, it was just a joke."

Chu Qianli tightened her reins and glanced back.

Not far behind her was Feng Yexuan.

He rode in silence, expressionless, not uttering a single word throughout.

Following them were Lan Fan and the Palace Attendants of Lingjiu Hall.

An ensemble of serene white, appearing absolutely pure and saintly.

Pity that the person sitting inside the carriage failed to associate with the words ’pure’ and ’saintly’.

Far behind the procession of the State Preceptor, another procession followed—that of Prince Yexuan’s people.

Sitting inside the carriage, although Feng Yexuan did not specify, Chu Qianli knew it was Fen Ling.

Leng Ji rode alongside the carriage with a protective stance.

He truly was haughty and presumptuous, fully aware that his current identity was that of the fiancé to the Princess herself.

Yet, on this expedition, he had the audacity to bring along his own woman.

Ridiculously laughable.

"Second Royal Uncle, I have so materials that need to be delivered to Baijing Village, and I insist on using my own people for this task."

Chu Qianli no longer paid attention to the trivial mundane matters behind her; her eyes, once again clear and calm, revealed no ripples of emotion.

"Second Royal Uncle, the Princely Heir is among the procession, I fear he might interfere with my affairs, so this ti, please do a favor."