Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 204: Carrying the Bloodline of the Imperial Family!

Chu Qianli also didn’t know what was wrong with her today; her stomach was just very uncomfortable.

She had tried drinking too much before, but it never seed as painful as it was now.

There was obviously nothing left in her stomach, yet she kept retching.

"Princess, how do you feel? Any better?"

Qianqian had been patting her back all along.

After a walk, the alcohol from last night had completely worn off.

Seeing Chu Qianli retch so violently, Qianqian asked anxiously, "Should we find a doctor to have a look at you?"

"It’s nothing, just a hangover."

She rubbed her stomach and looked up.

She hadn’t returned to the Duke Residence for five days, and although she had left dicine with the butler, she still felt uneasy not seeing her grandfather with her own eyes.

There were no guards at the entrance to Qianyun Pavilion, so perhaps those people who had been preventing her from leaving were also gone?

She hurried to try her luck.

The maid and her mistress walked off into the distance.

Only then did Consort Jin erge step by step from behind the flowers not far away.

Watching Chu Qianli’s retreating figure, she clenched the handkerchief in her hands, her ten fingers gradually tightening.

Chu Qianli was pregnant?

This retching look, she had seen too much of it in the Harem!

This damned enchantress, how dare she carry Yexuan’s child!

What she carried was the blood of the Imperial Family!

It must have been that night, the night the enchantress drugged Prince Yexuan!

Unexpectedly, it had taken hold.

If this child were born, in the future, Prince Residence would belong to this enchantress, and where would her place be?

She was fed up with those cold and desolate days in the Harem, and, after Yexuan’s serious illness, he now allowed her to return and enjoy the family happiness.

She couldn’t let Chu Qianli ruin her good fortune!

This child, she must not be allowed to be born!

Prince Yexuan would have many children in the future, but, definitely not fathered by Chu Qianli!

...

Chu Huaiyu seed to be in better spirits today.

Seeing her, Qing Ming couldn’t help but brighten up, "Miss Huaiyu, you look much better than you did a few days ago."

Chu Huaiyu nodded with a slight smile, "Thank you for your care, Doctor Qing Ming, my health has improved."

Qing Ming looked at her, losing focus for a mont.

She was clearly a lady of high status, yet she was always gracious and well-mannered, without any airs.

Compared to Chu Qianli, that unruly and weak woman, Miss Huaiyu was the one more deserving to be the mistress of Prince Yexuan’s residence!

Although he felt sowhat disappointed,

the thought that he could see her day and night once Miss Huaiyu beca Princess Yexuan brought him comfort.

Noticing the maid behind her with a bowl of soup in hand, Qing Ming smiled and said, "Are you bringing soup to the prince?"

"I heard that the prince has been very busy lately, so I just made so ginseng tea for him to try," Huaiyu said softly.

"The prince is in the study. Please wait a mont, Miss Huaiyu, I will notify him."

Qing Ming walked to the front of the door and knocked, "Prince, Miss Huaiyu requests an audience."

After a mont, Feng Yexuan’s light voice ca from inside, "Enter."

Qing Ming imdiately pushed the door open and glanced again at the maid behind Huaiyu, reminding her,

"The prince doesn’t like too many unrelated won entering his space, please understand."

After a brief pause, a hint of pleasure flashed across Huaiyu’s eyes.

So, the rumor that Prince Yexuan was indifferent to won was true.

On her way to Wuzhou Garden, she really hadn’t seen a single maid.

Chu Huaiyu took the tray from Xiaoya’s hands and stepped inside.

Arriving in front of Feng Yexuan’s desk, she leaned forward and perford a courteous bow, "Huaiyu pays her respects to the Prince."

"What brings you here?" Feng Yexuan was looking at correspondence that had arrived from various places.

Seeing the pile of letters on the desk, one could tell how busy his everyday affairs were.

Chu Huaiyu probably hadn’t anticipated his attitude to be so indifferent.

The words she had prepared seed to escape her, and she suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

She was at a loss.

Qing Ming watched on and imdiately felt a pang of distress.

The more awkward Chu Huaiyu appeared, the more Qing Ming pitied her. It proved that this lady had never done anything to curry favor with n.

Such a good lady, pure as ice and clear as jade.

He quickly said, "Prince, Miss Huaiyu has brewed so ginseng tea for you and brought it here."

"Hmm." Feng Yexuan was still reading the letters, not once lifting his head.

Qing Ming gestured to Chu Huaiyu to place the tray on the coffee table, as holding it continuously would be tiring.

Chu Huaiyu saw his expression and imdiately nodded, walking to the coffee table to place the tray down.

"You seem to have recovered quite well," he comnted.

Feng Yexuan’s remark caught her by surprise, and Chu Huaiyu promptly straightened up and gave him another respectful bow.

"Thanks to the Prince’s care, I have stayed at the Prince Residence these few days and my health has indeed improved considerably," she responded.

Feng Yexuan nodded, "Since you have recovered, I will have Qing Ming personally escort you back to your residence."

Chu Huaiyu was taken aback, as this was the last outco she had expected.

She had thought... she had thought that once she recovered, the Prince would take her around to visit the Prince Residence.

After all, she was not familiar with the Prince Residence.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he wanted to do when she was well was to send her back to the Duke Residence.

Having left with Yexuan from the Empress’ banquet, what would others think of her being sent back now?

Chu Huaiyu’s face turned pale, and she took a slight step back.

She might not have realized that her body was still too frail; her step was unsteady, and she nearly fell to the ground.

"Miss Huaiyu, what’s wrong?" Qing Ming rushed over with quick steps.

He wanted to help her but didn’t dare, fearing he might defile Miss Huaiyu’s sanctity.

He could only stand by, full of anxiety.

Chu Huaiyu’s body still swayed slightly as if she was about to lose her balance.

But she still forced herself to stand firmly, looking at Qing Ming and shaking her head.

"I... I’m fine, just a little dizzy. I’ll be okay after so rest, really, it’s nothing serious," she insisted.

"Shouldn’t we have a doctor take a look at you?" Qing Ming was very anxious.

Feng Yexuan’s brows furrowed slightly, and he finally looked up, his gaze resting on Chu Huaiyu for the first ti.

"Haven’t you already recovered from your illness?" he inquired.

Chu Huaiyu was about to perform a courtesy bow but unexpectedly, as she took a step forward, swayed and began to fall to the ground.

Qing Ming could not stand idly by this ti and imdiately reached out to support her.

But he only dared to hold her arm.

"Miss Huaiyu!"

He looked at Feng Yexuan, "Prince, Miss Huaiyu seems... she seems unwell."

Feng Yexuan remained silent, his gaze drifting from Chu Huaiyu’s pallid face to the outside.

The lady dressed in simple white clothes approached with brisk steps. At that mont, her face bore an enigmatic smile.

Like a smile, yet not quite a smile.

"Indeed, if being cured is a prerequisite for returning to the Duke Residence, I’m afraid Miss Huaiyu’s illness might never heal," he said.

Chu Qianli had not anticipated to encounter such drama upon her arrival.

The sickly Xi Shi used to elicit genuine pity, but now with so many imitators, the phrase has taken on a derogatory aning.

She glanced at Chu Huaiyu indifferently and mocked, "It seems that Miss Huaiyu’s ailnt will only be cured the mont she marries into the Prince Residence."