Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 236: Normal people wouldn’t have any doubts

Chu Qianli was forcefully taken back to Qianyun Pavilion by Leng Ji.

This ti, she really was locked up.

Locked in her own bedroom.

"Let out! Leng Ji, it’s a conspiracy, a conspiracy, let out!"

Chu Qianli desperately pounded on the door, her voice hoarse as she scread, "Leng Ji, it’s a conspiracy, the position of the scissors is wrong, the force is wrong! It’s a conspiracy!"

"They plotted to kill Qianqian, they did it on purpose! Let out! Let out! I have to avenge Qianqian! Leng Ji! Let out!"

Standing outside the door, Leng Ji felt an indescribable discomfort listening to Chu Qianli’s words.

Choking up so much that he almost shed tears himself.

Nobody expected things to turn out this way.

Qianqian, though not particularly outstanding or brilliant, was optimistic and cheerful, always smiling day by day.

Wherever she appeared, she brought a bright sunshine to others.

How could she just die out of the blue within a single night?

Chu Qianli’s hoarse voice continued to call out, "Leng Ji, I beg you, go take another look, you see for yourself!"

"The force with which the scissors pierced Qianqian’s body is wrong; this is not sothing a weak woman could do. There must be an expert hidden among them, or else, Chu Huaiyu himself is an expert!"

"Leng Ji, help ! Please help ! Have Qianqian’s corpse brought back, let take another look at her! Leng Ji!"

She pounded on the door panel, and her already dwindling strength gradually exhausted.

She slowly slid down to the ground from the side of the door.

The blood from the corner of her lips couldn’t be held back any longer, gushing out and spilling all over the floor.

Finally, she could no longer hold on, and darkness fell before her eyes.

Her last bit of strength completely vanished.

Leng Ji waited in the yard for a long ti.

Only when there was no longer any sound coming from Chu Qianli’s room did he hesitantly decide to go take a look; yet, he also thought about the matter of Qianqian’s corpse.

Torn with conflict, he ultimately turned around and left Qianyun Pavilion.

Seeing how certain Miss Chu was, he felt he had no choice but to go and have a look at Qianqian’s body.

And incidentally, to handle her funeral affairs.

A maid, in this era, without identity or status, is worthless in death.

The people of the Prince Residence won’t take care of her funeral; if left unattended, she would at best be buried carelessly.

Worse still, she could be discarded in the Mass Burial Mound.

With a heavy heart, Leng Ji made his way to the Liuli Pavilion, but Qianqian’s body was no longer there.

Upon asking, he learned it was en route to the Mass Burial Mound.

To poison and harm one’s master is naturally to et with no good end.

Now, with Chu Huaiyu’s life hanging by a thread, and the Prince feeling guilty towards Long Qianyue, he was even less in the mood to care.

Leng Ji chased after them and, not without difficulty, finally retrieved Qianqian’s body from the Mass Burial Mound.

The scissors that had been stuck in her chest were gone, probably removed by those who carried the body.

Wanting to examine the wound at Qianqian’s heart, Leng Ji’s hand touched her blood-soaked dress, but in the end, he drew it back.

After all, she was a virgin, and even in death, her body should not be so wantonly viewed by a man.

This would be an insult!

He didn’t mistrust Chu Qianli, but she was like soone who had lost her mind.

Her words might not be well-considered, perhaps spoken only from excessive grief.

Most importantly, Chu Huaiyu truly had been poisoned, life and death uncertain.

No sane person would believe she would stake her noble life just to fra a re maid.

If she couldn’t be saved, what would be left to fight for?

No reasonable person would suspect Chu Huaiyu.

Miss Chu is now... truly not normal.

Leng Ji picked up Qianqian’s body, found a quiet place, and gave her a proper burial.

Turning back, he ca to Chu Qianli’s door and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Chu, I have buried Miss Qianqian properly. Once... the Prince allows you to leave, I will take you to pay your respects to her."

There was no response from the room.

Leng Ji thought about going in to see her, but the door was locked, though it could easily be opened from the outside.

However, he had no reason to go in and see her.

After all, she was the Prince’s woman, and it was inappropriate to do so.

Leng Ji continued, "Miss Chu, I know you are distressed, but Qianqian is truly gone. If you want to cry, have a good cry for a while. When you wake up tomorrow, you still need to live your life."

Leng Ji was not a person who knew how to comfort a young woman. He thought hard but couldn’t co up with better words.

In the end, before leaving, he could only continue saying, "Miss Chu, be strong. Life must go on. I... I will co to see you again tomorrow."

Leng Ji left.

The silence in Chu Qianli’s bedroom remained undisturbed.

As for Chu Huaiyu, tonight she was a complete unknown.

Liujin was personally engaged in rescue efforts, and Feng Yexuan also stayed in Liuli Pavilion without stepping away for even half a step.

In the latter half of the night, two figures appeared outside the Qianyun Pavilion.

Consort Jin arrived, followed by a young Palace Maid.

"Your Highness."

The guards at the door imdiately saluted.

Consort Jin waved her hand and said solemnly, "The little girl from Qianyun Pavilion poisoned Miss Huaiyu. I have co to see if there is any poison hidden in the dead girl’s room."

The two guards exchanged glances.

The Prince did not allow Miss Chu to go out, but it seed that he had not forbidden others from visiting.

Moreover, Consort Jin was here to look for evidence of the cri, not solely because of Miss Chu.

In the end, they stepped aside to let her pass.

Consort Jin glanced back at the Palace Maid, who was following with her head bowed, holding sothing in her hands with great care as she followed behind Consort Jin.

The door to Chu Qianli’s room was locked from the outside, but that kind of lock, which could not be opened from the inside, was easily picked from the outside.

The young Palace Maid cautiously opened the door and stepped inside first.

As soon as she entered, she was almost startled into screaming.

"Ah! Your Highness, she... she..."

Consort Jin imdiately entered, only then understanding what the Palace Maid was exclaiming about.

Why was Chu Qianli sitting on the ground? And there was blood on the ground... Could it be that she was already dead?

If it weren’t for the fact that Consort Jin had co here secretly without Feng Yexuan’s knowledge, she too would have scread in fright.

This woman...

"Go see what’s going on," Consort Jin glared at the Palace Maid.

The Palace Maid, still clutching a bottle, knelt beside Chu Qianli, trembling.

She reached out to check her breathing.

Upon checking, she breathed a sigh of relief, "She’s... she’s alive."

Consort Jin also took a breath of relief. At least it wasn’t as horrifying as it could have been.

However, after that sigh, she was imdiately filled with disappointnt.

Why couldn’t she have just died?

"Never mind, feed it to her, fast!"

At Consort Jin’s command, the Palace Maid, despite being very flustered, tried her best to remain calm, prying open Chu Qianli’s mouth.

A bottle of liquid dicine was poured down her throat...