Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 789 - 788 If So, Never Recovering for a Lifetime

Chu Qianli almost wanted to roll her eyes at Liujin.

Who had angered that guy? Hadn’t everything already been explained? It was just that he didn’t want to listen.

"It did cause trouble, but the main reason for your Prince’s bad mood today isn’t ."

Chu Qianli didn’t know how to explain, in fact, she herself hadn’t figured out one thing.

However, looking at Liujin right now made her a bit curious.

In a hushed voice, Chu Qianli quietly asked, "Does your Prince have any friends whose martial arts are as formidable as his, or even, possibly, more so?"

Because Feng Yexuan was seriously injured at the mont, his being taken away didn’t necessarily an the man in black was more formidable than him.

It was very likely, just taking advantage of his vulnerability.

Add to that the fact that the two n obviously knew each other and that Feng Yexuan didn’t struggle or resist.

Therefore, Chu Qianli was uncertain about whose martial arts were superior.

Liujin thought hard and shook his head, "I have never seen such a formidable figure... Does Feng Qihe count? The Prince was so badly injured this ti, Feng Qihe is naturally very formidable, a match for our Prince."

"It wasn’t Feng Qihe." Feng Yexuan had said that night that Feng Qihe was not lighter in injury than him, so now Feng Qihe was probably still nursing his wounds at Prince Qihe’s Residence.

He couldn’t even take care of himself, where would he find the extra strength to heal Feng Yexuan’s injuries?

"Then I’m afraid there is no one else." Liujin thought it over and couldn’t co up with anyone else that formidable.

"Forget it, let’s go in and take a look first."

Feng Yexuan had already walked far away, if they kept chatting, he would get upset again.

"Alright, Miss, I have so difficulties that I can’t figure out. With your superb dical skills, you can help out."

...That night, Feng Yexuan and Chu Qianli had raided dicine Man Valley, taking away a lot of poison.

The ones Feng Yexuan brought back had all been given to Liujin.

But Liujin always felt sothing wasn’t quite right.

"Prince, I tested the dicine many tis, and the poison extracted wasn’t particularly potent."

Liujin placed the dicine bottle on the table, and since it was poison, he did not approach Feng Yexuan, but left it far away.

He said, "Prince, I suspect... you didn’t take everything."

Feng Yexuan’s eyes darkened.

Liujin hastily explained, "I’m not doubting the Prince’s abilities, but the Prince isn’t very knowledgeable about dicine. If... If you really missed a few ingredients, that isn’t... isn’t impossible, right?"

"What’s missing, let see."

Chu Qianli walked to the dicine shelf and took the bottle from Liujin’s hand.

"Be careful, they’re all deadly toxins." Liujin said busily.

Feng Yexuan’s eyes were frosty as he stared at the dicine bottle in her hand.

"I’m not afraid, I’m immune to all poisons."

"If you’re immune to all poisons, why can’t your face recover?" Feng Yexuan scoffed coldly.

Chu Qianli felt a bit helpless, still angry, he was venting on her again.

"Does the Prince find this face of mine unattractive?"

"Do you think this face of yours is good-looking?" Feng Yexuan countered without answering.

Chu Qianli was imdiately rendered speechless.

Indeed, her current face was, of course, not good-looking, sallow and with very poor skin quality.

She herself did not know what was going on, and it did not seem like the signs of poisoning, so, how to treat it? There was no way to begin.

No wonder Feng Yexuan’s attitude towards her was so poor, it turned out, he disliked her for being unattractive.

Sowhat inexplicably, her mood beca sowhat heavy.

Liujin saw it, what girl doesn’t care about her own appearance?

He busied himself with comforting, "As long as we find Mr. Wu Chenzi, the master will certainly have a solution..."

"What if I have to be like this for the rest of my life? Would you still want as your so-called wife?" Chu Qianli looked at Feng Yexuan.

Suddenly, Feng Yexuan stood up, without a grunt, turned, and walked away.

That back view was indescribably cold, with a bone-chilling frostiness.