Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1315 - 1314: If She Really Can Save Someone

Jingri was utterly stunned.

Wangyue was dumbfounded as well.

The two of them, who had followed the Prince for so many years, had never been subjected to such humiliation—not even by the Prince himself!

This woman!

This damned woman!

Fen Ling was montarily unsettled by the chilling intensity of his gaze, even instinctively stepping back half a pace.

But she quickly straightened her posture, glared at Jingri, and snapped, "I’m the Prince’s woman, how dare you disrespect ?"

Jingri took a deep breath, his hand clenched tightly at his side.

But she wasn’t wrong. She was the Prince’s woman. He couldn’t touch her!

"Miss Fen, the Prince needs rest. Please leave," he said coldly, his expression blank.

"You all actually believe this woman’s lies? Yexuan beca like this after taking her dicine! How can you trust her?"

She pointed at Chu Qianli, her voice sharp with anger: "If she could really save people, then those villagers outside wouldn’t have died from the illness!"

"She doesn’t have the ability! Yet you’re still willing to trust her? Are you all stupid?"

But this ti, Jingri’s stance was unusually firm: "Whether Miss Chu can cure the Prince, I don’t know. What I do know is that Miss Chu has never abandoned the Prince, never flinched."

"Are you saying I would abandon Yexuan? I..."

"Then go ahead! Go take care of the Prince yourself and see how you fare!"

Wangyue finally lost his patience. He strode forward, grabbed Fen Ling’s wrist, and dragged her toward the bed.

"Clean the filth off the Prince yourself! Take care of him yourself!"

He forcefully pushed Fen Ling toward Feng Yexuan.

"Ah!" Fen Ling looked closely and saw the vomit staining Feng Yexuan’s clothes.

It was all from the illness! Touching it could lead to infection!

"Ah!" She shrieked several tis in terror and frantically backed away.

As she retreated, she seed to lose confidence and caught Feng Yexuan’s cold, indifferent gaze.

"This filth was left by the villagers he helped. Your Prince didn’t think it was dirty—he lifted the sick villagers himself."

Chu Qianli turned back and glared at her coldly. "But you—if even he repels you as filthy, do you still think you’re fit to be his woman?"

"I... I’m not—how dare you insult , you wretch! You, you..."

"Wangyue, this place needs quiet."

"Understood!" Wangyue, ignoring Fen Ling’s protests, led her toward the door.

Fen Ling wailed miserably on the way out: "Yexuan, they’re bullying ! They’re joining forces to bully !"

"Yexuan, get better soon! Co save ! Yexuan! They won’t let near you—it’s them, Yexuan..."

At last, she was thrown out.

As the door shut behind her, Fen Ling herself let out a sigh of relief.

Though she genuinely worried about Feng Yexuan’s health... she simply couldn’t gamble with her own life.

If she really got infected... no, she couldn’t risk dying a grueso death with rotting flesh! Absolutely not!

Fen Ling fled in haste.

Inside the room, Chu Qianli peeled off Feng Yexuan’s outer robe and turned to Jingri. "Bring two basins of warm water—I need to bathe him and change his clothes."

"Miss, this task... this task should be left to us instead!" Wangyue urged hurriedly after Jingri stepped away.

But Chu Qianli only curved her lips into a calm smile. "It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. What’s there to be awkward about?"

She looked toward Feng Yexuan.

At this mont, Feng Yexuan lay quietly. It was unclear if he was still conscious.

Perhaps not, for if he were, given his temperant, hearing such "outrageous" words would have likely provoked an explosive reaction.