Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 657 - 656: What Exactly Is He Sad About?

Xiaoyao was sowhat resentful of her own brain.

Whatever she thought of seed to actually co true.

As expected, they wanted to use Fu Ning to threaten her!

However, at this mont, the dog of a Prince was still speaking calmly, so probably, he wouldn’t really hurt Fu Ning.

The precondition was that she had to be sufficiently "obedient."

"I will go and listen to what he has to say, you keep an eye on Fu Ning." She finished putting away the needle and stood up.

Feng Jinrui almost wanted to remind her, "Be careful!"

But that was the fourth Loyal Brother, could there be any danger?

Even if the fourth Loyal Brother was angry, he wouldn’t really hurt Xiaoyao... but, could he really not hurt her?

Feng Jinrui was so worried!

Xiaoyao followed Feng Yexuan out of Yujing Pavilion.

He headed towards Wuzhou Garden; Xiaoyao, however, hesitated, not wanting to return to that place at all.

But thinking of what Feng Jinrui said, if she didn’t provoke him, probably nothing would happen.

Maybe, that dog of a man really had sothing to say.

As if bewitched, she still followed him inside.

But he still said nothing; after returning to Wuzhou Garden, he went straight into his sleeping chambers.

The door to the room was left open, clearly waiting for the person behind him.

Xiaoyao hesitated, wondering whether or not to enter.

"Are you not coming in, or do you want this Prince to carry you in?"

Xiaoyao felt a chill in her heart, and instead of entering, she turned around and bolted.

The dog of a man’s tone was icy, his mood clearly foul.

At this ti, it was better to provoke him less! If she didn’t leave now, later she might not be able to.

Feng Yexuan was almost amused to anger! Should he praise her for being too smart, or should he punish her disobedience?

"Did you forget that your status right now is that of this Prince’s personal maidservant?"

"I didn’t agree... to you!"

A gust of wind swept over.

Her short legs were nothing compared to Feng Yexuan’s long ones.

She was suddenly hoisted up by the back of her collar.

By the ti she realized what happened, her little bottom had already suffered pain from hitting the bed.

The bed?

Xiaoyao’s complexion changed, and she imdiately tried to get up.

However, that tall figure abruptly closed in, scaring her into hastily retreating back.

She dodged back, and with a thump, found herself lying back on the bed.

"Prince..."

"If you don’t want sothing to happen, stay in this bed and sleep obediently!"

"You..."

"No talking allowed!" Feng Yexuan left behind a cold threat, then straightened his body and casually flicked his hand.

A force was sent out, snuffing out the candlelight; the room suddenly plunged into darkness.

Xiaoyao felt a bit uncomfortable and instinctively closed her eyes.

Once she adjusted to the darkness of the room and looked up, she could still vaguely see the shadow of the man sitting by the table.

He was drinking.

The sll of the alcohol gradually beca strong in the room.

Xiaoyao rembered hearing soone say that those who drink fiercely don’t necessarily get drunk; rather, it’s often those who drink alone, slowly and steadily, who end up drunk.

Feng Yexuan continued to be silent, just drinking.

He drank slowly, without any haste, and his eyes seed to gaze at so corner.

Lit by the faint moonlight, Xiaoyao saw his perfect side profile, carrying an indescribable aura of bleakness.

And a kind of death-like coldness.

Not a trace of liveliness.

He was the high and mighty Prince Yexuan, so why did he seem to be in pain now, as if he were desperate?

Could it be that such a person also had regrets in his heart, and could feel frightened or even terrified?

What exactly was he upset about?

Xiaoyao didn’t know what got into her, but she sohow crawled out of bed and walked towards him.