Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 906 - 905: I’m Fine

On the carriage.

Feng Dingchu had been staring out the window ever since he got on.

He didn’t even glance directly at Chu Qianli sitting opposite to him.

But Chu Qianli knew, he wasn’t in a mood with her, he just didn’t know how to go on living.

Life, to him, was aningless.

Chu Qianli still didn’t want to give up, "Actually, deep down, you still care about the mbers of the Imperial Family, I’m clear on that."

He didn’t talk, and there wasn’t even a flicker of expression on his face.

Chu Qianli didn’t know if her words were getting through to him.

She continued, "Many years ago, you had already left the Imperial Family, but you still ordered people to deliver dicine to the Empress. In your heart, she’s sowhat like family to you, isn’t she?"

He didn’t even lift his eyelids.

His gaze out the window was empty, his eyes void of anything.

Chu Qianli said helplessly, "Achu, when you’re alive, you have to look forward."

He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to rest.

Chu Qianli sighed softly to herself.

She didn’t know how long this would persist.

He was a kind person; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to send dicine to the Empress.

But he was also a man touched by misfortune.

If the Empress Dowager had said sorry to him sincerely, before she passed away, the knot he had tortured himself with for over a decade would certainly have been untied instantly.

That’s how magnanimous, gentle, and tolerant he was.

Unfortunately, what the Empress Dowager did before her death wasn’t to atone but to continue harming him.

Now that the Empress Dowager was dead, that harm would stay forever in his heart, indelible.

"Achu..."

"I’m fine," said Feng Dingchu, still with his eyes closed, resting in silence, "Don’t worry."

His voice, probably from not having spoken for a long ti, was very hoarse.

Chu Qianli’s heart felt fiercely torn.

He was not fine at all.

For the rest of the journey, Feng Dingchu didn’t utter another word.

Chu Qianli didn’t insist and took out a soft pillow and a mattress, spreading them inside the carriage.

Feng Dingchu lay on them, and he did so for an entire day, only getting off the carriage once to rest.

Two days later, they arrived at Qiansui City.

Their travel hadn’t been slow, but for Feng Yexuan’s troop, it was not fast at all.

Upon entering Qiansui City, Chu Qianli could feel an unusually fervent atmosphere.

"Prince Yexuan is going out of the city to pursue Shanhu Gang?"

"That’s right, miss. Today Prince Yexuan is leaving through the north gate, and everyone is hurrying to catch a glimpse of the Prince’s grandeur."

Shiyi had arrived half a day earlier than them; his intelligence network had already started working.

Chu Qianli suddenly thought of a problem—that they really needed a lot of money.

Just Shiyi’s intelligence network alone was said to employ several hundred people.

Running intelligence operations wasn’t sothing a few individuals could manage; just gathering information required a large number of hands.

No wonder nearly all of Fu Long’s funds had been used up, continuing like this wasn’t a solution. She needed more financial resources to support the extended operation of all teams.

Should she consider getting into trade?

This thought flashed through her mind, but currently, she had to first get a grasp of the situation.

"When do they leave?" she asked.

"After arriving yesterday, Prince Yexuan and the City Lord have been studying the terrain of the mountains outside. It is said they will leave at 11 AM today, which is just over an hour from now."

Shiyi looked toward the north of the city, "Miss, you see the rchants are all heading north. Prince Yexuan’s troop should be departing the city soon. Would you like to go see?"