Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1350 - 1349: Should They Be Executed?

Chu Qianli steadied herself.

"The abdominal pain is indeed related to my dicine, but it ca earlier than I anticipated."

"So, all of this now—is it within your expectations?" Feng Yexuan asked, slightly surprised.

Chu Qianli nodded. "Yes."

She added, "But it ca several hours earlier than I had anticipated."

The physical constitution of ancient people is inherently different from modern individuals; this was sothing she accounted for when formulating the dicine.

Yet there was still an error in her calculation.

"It’ll be fine. I’ll go inside and take a look."

"I will go in with you," Feng Yexuan said, walking ahead of her.

"But you have to promise one thing." Chu Qianli reached out and stopped him.

Feng Yexuan lowered his head, staring at the little hand gripping the cuff of his robe.

A faint softness flickered in his heart. "Speak."

"Do not use force. They are rely helpless villagers, all just trying to survive. None of them truly harbor malice."

"I understand," Feng Yexuan replied. But he worried he might lose control in the mont.

Chu Qianli, at least, understood him well. Her tone softened. "Try to hold back. Everyone is trying their best to endure."

Feng Yexuan pressed his lips together. After a mont’s pause, he finally nodded. "Alright."

Chu Qianli walked directly into the quarantine zone.

The patients were groaning in agony, clutching their abdons. Guards and physicians were struggling to restrain them from rushing out, their efforts clearly faltering.

Seeing Chu Qianli and Feng Yexuan step inside, the guards hurriedly exclaid, "Princess, they..."

"Everyone, don’t panic. Trust ; you’ll be better very soon."

Not waiting for the guards to finish, Chu Qianli took a step forward, gently pushing aside the two guards in front of her to face all the patients in the hastily constructed shelter.

"Listen to . The current abdominal pain is because the dicine is taking effect, fighting against the bacteria inside your bodies."

"Regardless of whether you understand this or not, the pain you’re experiencing now is a sign of progress. You will recover soon."

"But... but... it hurts so much, Princess, it really hurts..."

A few patients who could still remain composed clutched their stomachs, attempting to endure. Even their voices trembled as they spoke.

"Will we... will we die?" So patients, completely overwheld by panic, rolled on their beds and cried, "I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!"

Chu Qianli felt a pang in her heart.

Even though they writhed in pain, even though fear and distress gripped them tightly, they had not lost their sanity entirely.

The villagers, though ignorant, were inherently kind-hearted individuals.

They would only act out if forced into desperation.

They were not malicious—they were simply in unbearable pain.

"Listen to ..."

"Princess, have we been poisoned? Are you abandoning us?"

Anxious thoughts surged in their minds. Abdominal pain—could it be due to poisoning?

Would the Imperial Court fail to save them and instead decide to execute them?

"Princess, please, we don’t want to die! We don’t want to die!"

"Princess, please, save my child! You can take my life, but I beg you to spare my child..."

"Princess, I beg of you..."

"Why do you want to kill us?" Soone finally snapped and lunged forward. "Why execute us? Why?"

"Ah, it hurts! Ah..."

"Watch out!" Feng Yexuan, sensing the dire situation, quickly stepped forward and pulled Chu Qianli into his arms.

He extended his arm, prepared to push the advancing patient away.

Chu Qianli panicked. "Don’t hurt them!"