Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 405 - 404 He Really Will Die!

That night, Feng Wuya imdiately mounted the carriage, intending to return to the Prince Residence.

Feng Yexuan did not stop him.

"Mr. Liujin and Miss Chu escorted the Fifth Prince away."

When Leng Ji ca to report, he still felt that there was sothing odd about the situation.

Liujin and Tie Xin were in charge of driving the carriage, with the Fifth Prince and Chu Qianli inside. That in itself was not unusual.

Chu Qianli was a doctor, attending to the Fifth Prince inside the carriage, who had always been weak and sickly—a perfectly normal arrangent.

However, why had there not been a single word from Chu Qianli from beginning to end?

Of course, Leng Ji was not suspecting the Fifth Prince.

The relationship between Feng Wuya and their Prince had been good since childhood.

In addition, due to physical reasons, Feng Wuya never involved himself in conflict and had always lived a carefree life.

He and the Prince, in any aspect, should not have any hostile behavior towards each other.

Rubbing his head, Leng Ji figured that he was probably just overthinking.

"Mr. Liujin said that after escorting the Fifth Prince back, Miss Chu will need to perform a small treatnt on him. There is no danger, but it will take a bit longer," he ntioned.

Feng Yexuan’s brows lightly furrowed.

Did this an she would not return tonight?

Leng Ji saw through his thoughts at a glance and hurriedly smiled and said, "Mr. Liujin said that she will co back after finishing the treatnt, but it could be quite late, so he suggested that the Prince should rest early and not wait for Miss Chu."

Feng Yexuan glanced at him, his gaze carrying a hint of lethal intent.

Leng Ji shrank his neck and hurriedly said, "...It’s just... that’s the idea, I am rely... reprising... I’ll go and get to work now!"

With that said, he ran off in a flash.

As he left, he couldn’t help but grumble to himself.

Obviously, it was because he couldn’t wait for Miss Chu and didn’t want to rest. In just a few short days, he had beco so attached to her!

If Miss Chu is not around in the future, won’t he be unable to sleep well?

This habit of the Prince, being so spoiled, he had been living just fine before without Chu Qianli by his side, hadn’t he?

However, with Miss Chu around, the Prince indeed seed to be in a good mood every day, which was certainly true.

Hopefully, Miss Chu returns soon...

The man in the room continued to flip through the letters sent from various military camps.

But as he read on, sohow, the words just didn’t seem to register anymore.

Eventually, he simply tossed the letters aside, propped his cheek with his hand, and stared out at the hazy moonlight through the window.

Days without that dead woman by his side were truly, sowhat hard to bear.

When would she return?

...

The carriage jolted all the way and finally entered Prince Xiaoyao Residence.

At last, it stopped in front of Feng Wuya’s sleeping chambers.

"Tie Xin, go to the palace and deliver this bottle of dicine to Consort Yu," Feng Wuya instructed as he lifted the carriage curtain and tossed out a bottle of dicine.

"My Prince..." Tie Xin always felt that the atmosphere that night was a bit off.

He wanted to ask, yet he didn’t know what to ask.

"Just say it’s a nourishing dicine from Miss Chu for her, to be applied on the face, it can rejuvenate the skin," Feng Wuya continued.

"This..." Since when had the Prince even taken interest in such costics for ladies?

Additionally, if gifting was the intent, it could wait until the next day to give to Consort Yu together when he visited the palace. Consort Yu would surely be even happier to see the Prince co to her.

Why send him on such an errand in the middle of the night?

He always felt sothing was strange.

"What? Does this Prince’s request seem disagreeable to you?" Feng Wuya raised his eyebrows.

The carriage curtain was still lowered, and Tie Xin could not see the situation inside.

Holding the dicine in his hand, he said in a low voice, "I dare not. I will deliver it to Consort Yu right away."

Tie Xin leapt down from the carriage and still couldn’t help but say, "My Prince, shall I escort you to your room first?"

"What’s wrong? With Miss Chu and attending to the Prince, are you still worried?"

Mr. Liujin looked down at him with downcast eyes.

Though the words were sowhat frivolous, the tone inexplicably lent a weighty feeling.

Tie Xin felt a vague unease—why did it seem like the Prince wanted to send him away?

Moreover, Chu Qianli used to be quite talkative, especially chatty when she was with the Prince.

But this night, throughout the journey, Miss Chu hadn’t uttered a single word.

"Prince..."

"Ali has fallen asleep, let her sleep a while longer. If you wake her up, I will not spare you," Feng Wuya said coldly.

So, she had fallen asleep—that explained it.

Only then did Tie Xin feel relieved, bowing towards the carriage: "Yes, I will now deliver the dicine to Consort Yu."

After Tie Xin had left, Mr. Liujin turned around and lifted the still unconscious Chu Qianli from the carriage.

Feng Wuya followed closely behind, entering the bedroom.

Imdiately, he closed the bedroom door.

The room was quiet, and Chu Qianli was laid on the bed—although in a comatose state, her delicate brows were constantly furrowed.

In her sleep, she still seed troubled and uneasy.

"She must be puzzled why I suddenly turned against her," Feng Wuya said, his heart aching, wishing to soothe the tight furrow in her brow.

But before his fingers could touch Chu Qianli’s forehead, they halted in midair.

Then, they withdrew.

It was not appropriate.

"Prince, are you really decided on doing this? If your heart ridians are completely severed, you... you won’t live long!"

Mr. Liujin had tried to persuade him, more than once.

Yet he had never listened.

In fact, up until now, Mr. Liujin still didn’t know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

"I am fated not to live long, only two more years or perhaps two months," Feng Wuya retracted his gaze and fetched a chair, sitting down by the bed.

"Mr. Liujin, don’t try to stop —you should know that if you stop once, you won’t stop a second ti. If you don’t help , I will do it myself."

"But you could..." The word "die" was sothing Mr. Liujin dared not say nor had the heart to say.

"It’s a matter of sooner or later, why drag an innocent girl into it?"

"But she said that as long as all the necessary equipnt is prepared, she can perform surgery to save you!"

Mr. Liujin was very clear about this, because Chu Qianli needed him to be her assistant.

He was well-versed in all matters regarding the surgery.

Chu Qianli told him everything so that when the ti ca, he could also be of help.

"Miss Chu said, as long as everything is ready and an almost aseptic operating room is set up, there is a sixty percent chance, maybe even higher, that your surgery will be successful."

"But there is also a forty percent chance of failure, isn’t there?"

So why take the risk?

He could take the risk, but she couldn’t.

What did this have to do with her?

"But you..."

"I believe in Ali—even if my heart ridians are wounded, she can save ," Feng Wuya said with a faint smile. "Ali’s dical skills are very good, acknowledged by everyone."

"It still depends on how far the patient’s condition has progressed!"

Mr. Liujin of course knew that Chu Qianli’s dical skills were excellent—he had never seen anyone with better skills to this day.

"But she’s not an immortal, she can’t bring back everyone!"

Feng Wuya’s heart was already in a bad state; if the heart ridians were damaged on top of that, aggravating the injury—who could save him?

He would truly die!