Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 873 - 872: Actually, He Listens to You a Lot

Long Xinghe had no idea what he had done wrong, but Feng Wuya had indeed turned around and left.

As he departed, he carried a noticeable air of displeasure.

He rarely got angry, always known for his exceptionally good temper, yet just then, had he really been angry with her?

Long Xinghe put down the half-finished compression valve in his hand and chased after him, "Wuya."

Feng Wuya had already reached the corridor. Hearing her call, he halted, turned around, and stared coldly at her.

Such a cold gaze...

Long Xinghe felt a bit helpless and quickly said, "Did you need for sothing?"

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have co to find her so late at night without any reason.

Who knew that her words would make the atmosphere in Feng Wuya’s eyes turn even colder?

"I’m fine!" With those two words, he strode away.

This ti, he didn’t look back.

Jiang Tao ca over carrying snacks, frequently looking back as he approached Long Xinghe.

"My lord, why is the Prince so angry? Did you upset him?"

Long Xinghe shook her head, "I shouldn’t have."

She had analyzed her actions and words, finding nothing offensive.

"He ca looking for , probably had sothing, but he didn’t say it in the end, perhaps thinking I wouldn’t be able to help."

"..." Jiang Tao wore a baffled expression.

Why were his thoughts so different from his master’s?

Wasn’t it because the master wasn’t enthusiastic enough towards the Prince that he left?

The master’s way of thinking, definitely didn’t seem... well, like a normal girl.

Long Xinghe lifted her hand, wiping her forehead before turning towards her room, "I’ve already had my al; take these snacks away. Don’t disturb tonight, I still have a lot to do... Oh, right."

Suddenly, she rembered sothing, entered her room, and ca out holding a small box.

"This is a special poison-testing silver needle made by Ali, along with a retractable ring I crafted myself."

Crafted by hand, it had taken her a lot of ti and effort.

Long Xinghe pushed the box into his hands, "Deliver this to the Prince, and say... say it’s Ali’s idea, because the Imperial City has been unstable recently, fearing soone might harm him, he must test for poison whenever he eats or drinks anything."

"Rember, you must say it’s Miss Chu’s thought; he listens to anything that Ali says."

Afterwards, she entered her room and continued working on her designs.

As for Jiang Tao, looking at the small box in his hand and then at the closed room door.

He couldn’t help but mutter, "Actually, the Prince listens to you quite a bit, Master, but you just haven’t realized it."

...

That night Chu Qianli had contacted Brother Nangong Yu for a long ti via WeChat.

She needed many raw materials, things you couldn’t buy on Taobao; only Brother could retrieve them for her.

Knowing she was still alive, Nangong Yu couldn’t contain his excitent, and unknowingly, they talked a lot.

By the ti he realized, it was nearly midnight.

The first day of the New Year had just passed like that.

It seed as if there was sothing left undone.

But then again, it felt as though everything was completed, missing nothing.

Yet inside, there was a sense of emptiness.

On the first day of the New Year, weren’t there so people she hadn’t t yet?

It always felt like on such days, there needed to be certain people, certain reunions.

But those people were nowhere to be found.

Chu Qianli felt sowhat helpless as she took off her outer robe, preparing to go to sleep.

Outside, however, suddenly ca a series of chaotic footsteps.

Such footsteps... sothing wasn’t right?

Chu Qianli frowned slightly, imdiately put on her robe, and quickly walked over, swinging the door open with a swoosh.