Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1283 - 1282: Homeless

"Who allowed you to wear that slut’s thing?" A mask? Fen Ling couldn’t help but want to tear it apart whenever she saw it now.

Indeed, she snatched the mask from Yuxing’s hand, tore it into pieces forcefully, and threw it on the ground.

"If I see you wearing this thing again, next ti it will be your face that I tear up!"

Yuxing didn’t speak, just stared at the mask on the ground, her mind montarily blank.

Fen Ling said angrily, "Get out!"

Yuxing took a deep breath and finally left.

As soon as she was out of the door, she slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding.

Lifting her hand, she wiped away the blood at the corner of her lip.

There was still a burning pain on her face; she used her inner strength to diminish the red fingermarks before heading towards Chu Qianli’s yard.

It was a village, and although she was staying in the head of the village’s house, it was far from the splendor of the Imperial City.

Particularly since it had been flooded, the repair work was unfinished, and everywhere was sowhat desolate.

Chu Qianli’s courtyard, however, was bustling.

Everyone was busy.

Yuxing rarely saw such scenes; instead of wielding swords and guns to fight and defend, the guards were chopping wood.

"Chop it thinner, we need slow-burning fire, thick wood will be wasteful. We have limited wood, let’s put in more effort."

"Yes!"

Yuxing looked up and easily spotted the man speaking among the crowd.

He wore a tight-fitting garnt, probably because he had been busy and it was hot, his robe had been taken off.

He was muscular and clearly a master at his craft.

Yuxing quickly walked over and bowed respectfully, "May I ask..."

"Are you here to help too? First chop this stack of wood for , I need to check on the dicines, thank you!"

Xi Jiu handed her the axe he was holding, and without waiting for Yuxing to react, he turned around to leave.

"Um..." Yuxing attempted to explain.

Xi Jiu suddenly stopped in his steps and turned around to stare at her face.

A flicker of unease crossed Yuxing’s mind, wondering if the marks on her face hadn’t completely faded?

Unexpectedly, Xi Jiu rely glanced at her and then took an unopened mask from his belt pouch.

"The Princess said that there could be germs here anyti; we need to take precautions."

Seeing that Yuxing still held the axe, Xi Jiu thoughtlessly tore open the mask packaging and hung it over her ears.

"You..."

"Quickly finish chopping, I’ll be right back." He walked away.

Yuxing stood still in place, still sowhat unable to react.

This person must be Xi Jiu, who has been seen most frequently with Chu Qianli today.

She just wanted to ask if the Prince had co to find Miss Chu or not.

Without expecting it, she hasn’t asked anything but ended up with an axe in her hand.

"Little brother, are you not skilled at this?"

A guard beside her swung his broadsword and said with a smile, "You are used to swords and not axes, right? Here, I’ll switch with you."

Thus, a broadsword quickly replaced the axe in Yuxing’s hand.

"See the thickness I’m doing, just follow my lead, no rush. If you can’t, just take it slowly; you’ll get the hang of it soon, just like our brothers here."

Yuxing looked up, indeed, everyone was busy.

The broadsword in her hand slowly lifted, then dropped.

Simultaneously dropping, was the last trace of dimness under her eyes.

The Prince did not seem to be here, but she also didn’t feel like going back, what should she do?

Yet, Xi Jiu didn’t know she was from the Prince Residence’s side.

With the bad relationship between the Prince and Miss Chu, if Xi Jiu knew her identity, wouldn’t he drive her away?

In this vast world, why suddenly does it feel like there’s no place to call ho?