Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1322 - 1321: Kill Him, Solve Everything

Lan Fan had completely lost all hope for Xinhua Village.

The patients’ conditions were worsening, the epidemic growing more severe, and every mont brought new victims collapsing.

By evening today, even several of their guards had succumbed.

Chu Qianli’s dicine was utterly useless for the patients.

The original patients could not be cured, and new ones kept pouring in—Xinhua Village had no future; it was dood to beco the next Baijing Village.

By then, everyone in the village would perish.

If they didn’t leave, they too would die here sooner or later.

"Rember, when you return, tell them Chu Qianli was arrogant and obstinate, rejected my advice, and her recklessness caused the complete annihilation of the village."

"Yes, Princely Heir... I... I’ll rember it all!"

Chu Minghao lay slumped on the carriage, gritting his teeth.

His backside felt as if it had burst into bloom, beaten so badly he was practically at death’s door.

His entire body hurt, but his rear hurt the most—it made even speaking seem unbearably difficult.

All of this was thanks to Chu Qianli!

Once he returned, he planned not only to expose Chu Qianli’s atrocities but also to coerce the Emperor into revoking the title of Princess from her.

If the Emperor refused, then it ant the Emperor and the Princess were conspiring to doom all the people of Xinhua Village!

In any case, when they returned, they would lay all the bla squarely on Chu Qianli!

Suddenly, the carriage ca to a halt.

Chu Minghao hadn’t yet realized what was happening when he saw Lan Fan’s expression darken.

"Mr. Lan..." Chu Minghao looked at him, a thread of unease flitting through his heart.

Earlier, he had been utterly arrogant.

But after being publicly beaten by Chu Qianli, now his spirit had been utterly snuffed out.

Even hearing her na gave him an inexplicable anxiety.

It was as if his backside was faintly aching again.

He genuinely feared that madwoman might strike him again!

That woman wasn’t joking around—when she said she’d hit you, she hit you, without an ounce of regard for your dignity.

In his entire life, he had never suffered such humiliation!

Outside, sure enough, ca the voice that filled Chu Minghao with both hatred and fear: "Mr. Lan, you must perform a ritual tomorrow to bless Xinhua Village’s people. Tonight, you should stay in your room and rest well—why are you wandering around at this hour, exhausting your energy?"

"It’s her! It’s really her!" Chu Minghao shuddered uncontrollably.

Lan Fan glanced at him and sneered coldly, "Useless fool!"

"I..." Chu Minghao was aggrieved!

How could he be useless? It was Chu Qianli who had been outrageous, making him so intimidated that now even the ntion of the enchantress filled him with dread.

"Mr. Lan, what should we do now?" He hadn’t expected them to catch up so quickly!

"Mr. Lan, you’re highly skilled in martial arts and even proficient in special abilities. You... you should go and kill that enchantress!"

"You want to kill the Princess of Nanming? Are you trying to get killed?"

Lan Fan wasn’t foolish enough to openly slay Chu Qianli in front of everyone at this mont.

At present, he was rely a Ghost Temple Master, not a State Preceptor.

If he were the State Preceptor, he could declare, "The Princess is a fraud," and killing her would be justified.

The difference between being a Temple Master and a State Preceptor, though only a single word, was as vast as heaven and earth in terms of status!

"Then... then what should we do?" Chu Minghao was truly panicking.

But he didn’t even have the strength to get up—how could he possibly contend against the enchantress?

Lan Fan snorted coldly again, walking past him before lifting the carriage curtain and stepping outside.

He had thought that dealing with Chu Qianli alone would pose no threat.

But Lan Fan had never anticipated that standing beside Chu Qianli now was another person.

The War God, Feng Yexuan!