Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1305 - 1304: Mistress, in what capacity are you spea

Fen Ling’s footsteps stopped once again.

What does this an? Could it be that Feng Yexuan has truly been infected?

But he looks perfectly fine.

It must be that despicable Chu Qianli deceiving her!

"No matter what, I will not abandon Yexuan. Even if he truly falls ill, I will personally take care of him!"

This ti, Fen Ling made up her mind and walked quickly to Feng Yexuan, taking his hand in hers.

"Yexuan, do not fear. No matter what becos of you, I will stay by your side."

Chu Qianli’s gaze fell upon Feng Yexuan’s hand.

His hand, held by Fen Ling, showed no sign of resistance.

At least at this mont, his feelings for Fen Ling were genuine.

Her heart brimd with an indiscernible emotion—perhaps bitterness, perhaps disappointnt—but she reminded herself that she was now acting as a doctor.

"He may indeed be infected. It would be best if you did not touch him."

These words were not ant to intimidate.

But Fen Ling refused to listen.

"Chu Qianli, stop trying to scare . I already said, even if Yexuan is truly infected, I will not leave him!"

A glimr appeared in Feng Yexuan’s eyes.

A faint sheen of emotion.

Earlier, he had thought Fen Ling might feel afraid, unwilling to approach him. Her previous behavior had indeed been sowhat disappointing.

But unexpectedly, her devotion to him was unwavering.

Chu Qianli withdrew her gaze, her slender fingers still resting on his wrist, feeling his pulse.

"For now, it’s unclear if you’ve been infected. However, Prince, your pulse is starting to weaken. If you were to develop a fever tonight, I fear..."

She stood up.

With no ti to listen to their affectionate exchanges, she moved aside and retrieved a pouch of dicine from her kit.

"This is a preventive dicine I prepared. It will be effective for those uninfected, but if the infection has already taken hold, I’m afraid it won’t have much effect..."

"dicine that has no effect, yet you dare to give it to Yexuan? What exactly are your intentions?"

Chu Qianli turned and walked away.

Fen Ling, enraged, took two steps forward. "Chu Qianli, what kind of attitude is this? You..."

"I am still Prince Yexuan’s fiancée in na. Pray, what status do you, the mistress, hold to speak to in this way?"

Chu Qianli turned back, her indifferent gaze locking onto Fen Ling.

"You knew that following us here would disrupt our plans and cause others to question my relationship with Prince Yexuan. Yet you insisted on coming. What exactly are your intentions?"

"I..."

"You can cling to your prince and claim you couldn’t bear to be apart from him. However, soone like you, who fails to see the bigger picture and disregards the greater good—this princess has no interest in wasting words on you!"

She stepped out the door, her retreating figure exuding a cold, unyielding indifference.

Jingri and Wangyue saw her erge and imdiately grew anxious. "Miss, are... are you leaving again?"

Shouldn’t she stay behind and tend to the prince?

If the prince were truly infected, what then?

"There are still many other patients waiting for my care."

Faced with Jingri and Wangyue, Chu Qianli’s expression was not particularly harsh.

After all, they were rely two loyal subordinates protecting their master.

"I’m not being deliberately contentious with your prince. I hope you’ll understand. The situation outside is dire, and I must go to reassure all the other patients."

Chu Qianli clasped her hands in salute and departed.

There wasn’t the faintest trace of pretense or affectation in her manner.

In fact, everyone knew that Chu Qianli had scarcely found ti even to eat these past two days, let alone rest.

Inside the room, Fen Ling let out a breath of relief. Turning back, she was about to say sothing to Feng Yexuan.

But as she turned, she saw that extraordinary, regal man staring blankly in the direction of the doorway.