Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 787 - 786: Who Did He Meet, After All?

Chu Qianli was soone whose temper wasn’t that good.

Feng Yexuan was aware of this.

That he had managed to remain patient while explaining himself just now was already quite remarkable.

But in his chest, there was a breath of frustration that he couldn’t relieve.

At this mont, looking at the woman standing before him, on the verge of losing her temper, his eyes were deep, and his thin lips moved slightly.

In the end, he didn’t say a word.

"You may go."

Chu Qianli was soone who would respond to gentleness rather than force.

When he stopped being willful, stopped acting superior, stopped deliberately pulling a long face at her, her heart would inexplicably soften.

It wasn’t like she had co looking to quarrel with him on purpose.

Just now, when she thought he was at the bottom of the cliff, she had been prepared to risk her life to search for him.

Why would she want to argue with him?

"I didn’t an... that."

Chu Qianli sighed softly to herself, truly, she must have owed him from a past life.

Eventually, she knelt down before him: "Alright, let’s not fight, okay? Let take your pulse first, is that alright?"

Feng Yexuan looked at her.

For so reason, upon seeing him again, she always felt that in the depths of Prince Yexuan’s eyes, there was a lingering sense of lancholy that couldn’t be dispelled.

He seed to be holding onto sothing in his heart, but apparently, he had no intention of speaking about it.

This ti Feng Yexuan did not refuse Chu Qianli, allowing her to take hold of his hand, her long fingers resting on his pulse.

As she took his pulse, Chu Qianli’s brow slowly furrowed.

"Prince, did that man in black use martial arts to treat your injuries just now?"

It seed he was a friend rather than a foe, but why did he take him away in such a manner?

Moreover, with Feng Yexuan’s martial arts already so powerful, how skilled must soone be to treat his injuries with martial arts?

"Do you... know him?" she ventured to ask.

Feng Yexuan rely looked at her, not speaking.

Indeed, he did not plan to tell her.

If it hadn’t been for the lancholy dimness in his eyes, Chu Qianli surely wouldn’t have persisted in asking.

But at this mont, he truly didn’t seem well.

She had never seen Prince Yexuan like this, less jaunty but more somber.

It was as though he was hiding sothing significant in his heart...

"Who is he?" Chu Qianli couldn’t help but ask.

This ti, Feng Yexuan only looked at her, still not uttering a word.

Unwilling to speak, he couldn’t be bothered to open his mouth, since speaking would only be to tell lies.

He never lied, so he could only respond with silence.

"Forget it, after all, he helped to adjust your body." Seeing he was not seriously hard, Chu Qianli breathed a sigh of relief and extended her hand to him.

"Get up, the ground is cold, and your wounds are ultimately not healed, let’s go back first."

Feng Yexuan stood up.

Jifeng rubbed against him.

With his master silent and shrouded in a downcast aura, Jifeng seed to sense his thoughts, and his mood also appeared to be downcast.

Chu Qianli still didn’t understand, who exactly was that man in black?

Why had Feng Yexuan changed like this after seeing him?

Heavy with thoughts, unable to calm down, filled with lancholy and little joy... What exactly was said to Prince Yexuan that had made him change so markedly?

Feng Yexuan leaped onto his horse, lowered his gaze, and looked at Chu Qianli standing beside him.

Without waiting for him to speak, and probably not expecting him to start a conversation, Chu Qianli walked over, took hold of his hand, and climbed up behind him.

Not long after the two had left the edge of the cliff, Jingri caught up, with Leng Ji’s troops not far behind.

"Let’s go back."

Feng Yexuan said softly, then rode Jifeng in another direction.

Jingri and Leng Ji exchanged looks, both feeling a sudden sense of astonishnt and confusion.

Prince... why did he seem so heavy-hearted?

Who exactly was that man in black?