Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 406 - 405 Ali, I’m Back

Feng Wuya, however, didn’t speak anymore.

Sitting by the bedside of Chu Qianli, he placed his long fingers on the lapel of her clothing.

He hesitated for a mont.

After all, she was a young lady.

But he had no other choice.

In the end, Feng Wuya turned his face away, steeled his heart, and pulled open Chu Qianli’s lapel.

A patch of snow-white skin at her chest was suddenly exposed to the air.

Although he didn’t see anything too indecent, for a young lady of this era, the skin at her chest was not ant to be seen by any man other than her husband.

Liujin imdiately turned his face away, daring not to take another glance.

Feng Wuya took a deep breath before he lowered his head and tore open his own lapel, in the sa manner.

"Liujin, no matter how I react later, do not stop , or else it will all be for naught!" he exclaid.

He extended his hand, his fingers grazing across his palm.

The crimson blood instantly flowed out from the wound.

That sa finger then made a cut across his own chest.

The similarly vivid red blood slid down his chest.

He closed his eyes and pressed the injured palm onto the wound on his chest.

"Once this is over, take her back. Let’s pretend tonight’s events never happened—nobody is to speak of it."

Liujin clenched his teeth and squeezed his palm tightly.

Finally, he took heavy steps toward Feng Wuya, watching his hand pressing on his chest.

When the Poisonous Insect gnaws at the heart and bites through the heart vessels, realizing its host is close to death, it will attempt to escape.

As long as there is blood, it can live; it will think it has found a way out, a chance to survive.

So after it bites through the heart vessels, it will co out of the wound.

If it can be captured before it burrows into another wound, then the entrapnt will be successful.

"If you can’t hold on..."

"I can... endure," Feng Wuya’s voice gradually beca hoarse.

He was channeling his energy, deliberately cutting off his own heart vessels to signal the Poisonous Insect that its host was dying.

This wasn’t even the most painful part. The most excruciating stage was after the insect despaired, when it would bite through his remaining heart vessels and suck enough blood to prepare for its escape.

"I... can..."

Beads of sweat began to erge on Feng Wuya’s forehead, growing as large as soybeans.

The sweat slid down his face, drop by drop, falling onto his clothes and vanishing without a trace.

The Poisonous Insect had started to gnaw at his heart vessels!

"Prince..." Liujin watched as Feng Wuya swayed on the brink of collapse, wanting to provide support.

However, Feng Wuya remained motionless, repelling his offer to help with an air of coldness.

Despite the convulsions wracking his body and the total lack of color in his face, he sat firmly in the chair, biting down on his teeth, covering his chest with his hand, and continued to channel his energy.

His clothes were already drenched with sweat!

Although his entire body was shivering, he kept sitting quietly in the chair, not saying a word—perhaps, he was in too much pain to speak.

Gradually, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, little by little, staining his pure white garnt with a dark red hue.

"Prince..." Liujin’s throat closed up, finding it hard to keep watching.

But he had to watch!

The mont Feng Wuya felt the Poisonous Insect escaping and let go of his hand, Liujin needed to capture the insect imdiately!

Otherwise, the insect would have a second chance to enter his body through the wound on his hand.

Then, everything they did tonight would be aningless!

The Poisonous Insect continued to gnaw at the remaining heart vessels.

The blood sliding from Feng Wuya’s lips turned darker and darker.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he groaned, and with an open mouth, a mouthful of dark red blood surged out.

"Prince!" Liujin was startled, wanting to help, but he was powerless.

What to do? If they kept going like this and the Prince couldn’t withstand it, and he died on the spot...

Liujin clenched his fists tightly!

This damn Poisonous Insect, why won’t it co out?

Did it really have to chew through the very last of the heart vessels before it would beco desperate enough to flee?

This is maddening!

"Prince, if you truly can’t hold on, perhaps... perhaps..."

But now, caught between a rock and a hard place, if I stop midway, not only can’t I save Chu Qianli, but all the suffering Feng Wuya has endured tonight would have been in vain!

I must not stop!

Yet if we continue, the Prince could die at any mont!

"Prince..."

Feng Wuya couldn’t help but moan twice more.

Pain!

Pain so intense that every muscle in his body was twitching, so severe that even his nostrils were bleeding.

Truly painful!

None but the anguish of a heart being pierced could compare!

Even he didn’t know if he could really endure it!

While the "Hundred Insect Secret Technique" indeed recorded a thod to cure poisoning, because this thod was so sinister and domineering, requiring the sacrifice of one person’s life to save another’s.

Therefore, it was noted in the secret technique that this thod might not succeed, for throughout history, it had only been recorded as successful once.

Feng Wuya had not told Liujin about this.

Only he knew.

The success rate, very low...

But he, he must succeed.

"Hmm..." A low grunt, followed by another mouthful of dark red congested blood.

His vision was gradually blurring.

Finally, he couldn’t help but raise his head to look at the girl on the bed.

Her clothes were half undone, not a sight he should see.

But he was about to give in.

Ali...

In his mind, so images were slowly lingering.

The girl standing under the pavilion in the middle of the lake, trying to play the tune he composed.

Later, she said that playing the lody alone wasn’t enough; they should add so lyrics.

So he took the harmonica he had just learned to play and started to blow it, bit by bit.

The girl stood against the wind, looking out over the glimring blue waves of the lake, and sang softly:

"In tis of Qin the moon shone bright, at Han dynasty’s mountain pass it’s light,

A long march soldiers undertook, their return uncertain, fate unhooked.

If only Dragon City’s flying generals were here,

No barbarian steed would cross the mountain border (excerpted from "Two Poems on the Outpost")."

At that ti, he was sowhat astonished and stopped, asking her, "Why such sentint?"

Back then, the girl had said, "Do you believe I was a soldier? I am that hero who, alone, could hold a pass against ten thousand n."

He didn’t know whether to believe it or not.

After all, he knew that she had grown up in the Duke Residence, never having left the Imperial City, let alone fought on the battlefield.

But her graceful and elegant figure, fluttering in the wind, made him unconsciously say, "...I believe."

The girl turned back to look at him, and with a smile, she said, "In the future, I will surely beco a War God. Maybe even more formidable than your Loyal Brother the Prince."

Soon, she started to sing again, "...If only Dragon City’s flying generals were here, no barbarian steed would cross the mountain border."

No barbarian steed would cross the mountain border...

But in his heart, there was none of that surging passion.

All he wished for was a peaceful and ordinary life.

Just like the scenes that had been appearing in his mind lately, where he would co down from the mountains, carrying his prey, and happily push open the door of the little cabin.

In the cabin, there would always be a delicate and petite figure smiling as she ca to greet him.

Every ti that happened, he would hold up his trophy from the hunt and say, "My lady, I am back."

In the past, he could never clearly see the girl who walked out of the small wooden cabin to greet him.

Right now, in this mont of agonizing pain.

Pain so severe it clouded his consciousness.

Pain so overwhelming that his body convulsed.

He reached out to gently touch the girl’s face.

Finally, he saw her clearly.

Ali, I am back.