Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1307 - 1306: I’m Here to Serve You

"Yexuan, I’m not angry anymore. Let’s reconcile, shall we?"

At this mont, Fen Ling was genuinely afraid.

Feng Yexuan’s pensive expression made her lose confidence in her hypnotism.

The feelings Feng Yexuan held for Chu Qianli, which she had suppressed with poisonous insect poison and illusion techniques — could it be that they’re about to break free?

How genuine could a man’s affection be for a woman who disobeyed and refused to conform?

Why, after suppressing it for so long, was there still a chance for it to reignite?

"Yexuan," this ti, she mustered the courage, risking being pushed away again, and tightly held his hand.

"Yexuan, we still don’t know what’s wrong with your body. The Imperial Physicians must already be on their way. Don’t worry; before they arrive, I’ll stay by your side."

"You’ll be fine. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together, alright?"

Feng Yexuan’s attention drifted back to her face.

Two drops of blood still hung on the corner of her lips.

Feng Yexuan softened and nodded, returning to the bedside to sit.

"If you’re feeling unwell, you should rest first; this Prince doesn’t need anyone to tend to him."

Though his throat was indeed uncomfortable, such minor ailnts ant little to him.

"No, I won’t feel at ease unless I personally look after you."

Most importantly, she didn’t know if, once she left, Chu Qianli would imdiately return.

That wretched woman had always cast greedy eyes on her man—she truly felt afraid deep inside.

Feng Yexuan no longer refused.

After hesitating for a mont, he finally took out the packet of dicine Chu Qianli had left behind.

Fen Ling didn’t bring him water; instead, her expression darkened. "Yexuan, do you really intend to take that woman’s dicine? She herself admitted that it might not even work."

"That premise is if this Prince were already infected."

Feng Yexuan understood Chu Qianli’s words.

Yet he couldn’t fathom why Fen Ling, usually as clever as frost and snow, struggled to comprehend them now.

He said, "Pour this Prince a cup of water."

Fen Ling’s heart was filled with displeasure, a discontent so palpable that even the two people outside the door could sense it.

Jingri glanced back at the tightly shut door and leaned forward, bowing respectfully. "Prince, perhaps... we subordinates should take care of you instead."

Even sothing as simple as fetching water had to be explicitly requested by the Prince himself—Fen Ling’s ability to care for the Prince had clearly regressed.

Fen Ling could hardly miss Jingri’s implied grievances.

At that mont, she dared not say anything further and hurriedly poured a cup of warm water, bringing it to Feng Yexuan.

Feng Yexuan swallowed the dicine.

Not long after, he began to feel drowsy.

"This Prince needs to rest for a while; you should leave first." His head grew increasingly heavy as sleepiness overtook him.

He lay down at the bedside.

Fen Ling had never been so close to watching him lie down—of course, the instances when he was half-asleep under her hypnotism didn’t count.

Now, Feng Yexuan was conscious.

While clear-headed, he knowingly permitted her to stay in the room and even lay down!

Fen Ling’s heart chilled, yet a wave of secret delight washed over her.

Could this an he had completely and utterly accepted her as his own?

Besides, he had been so alert earlier, but now he was lying down like this—could it be... could it be a subtle hint for her to serve him?

Fen Ling’s heart surged with excitent.

She hesitated for a long while, debating whether to maintain the reserved deanor befitting a young lady. But if she missed this mont, she might not have such a good opportunity again.

After deliberating for quite so ti, she finally took a deep breath and slowly approached Feng Yexuan.

"Yexuan, if you wish to rest, I... I will attend to you."