Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 923 - 922: Why Force Him to Take Sides?

The cold, austere figure standing in the wind, it took a long ti before it dissipated into the night sky.

Chu Qianli, although she never looked at him—sotis, it even seed as if she didn’t care about his presence at all.

But perhaps, only she knew how difficult those thirty minutes had been, under the weight of his gaze that lingered on her.

So many tis, she wanted to return to the rooftop, to take his hand and tell him, "Let’s walk the road ahead together."

But then, just as many tis, when she almost couldn’t resist taking that step, countless mories reminded her in her mind, that their paths were different!

After Feng Yexuan left, Chu Qianli walked to a tree not far away, spread a blanket and a mattress, and sat down on it.

The night had grown deeper.

The children had gone their separate ways to rest at ho.

In the village square, however, the adults were still grilling at.

How many years had it been since they had enjoyed such a rich al?

Everyone was simple-hearted, and none felt right about taking at back to their own hos while others were still eating.

So they all waited together.

Waited until no one else was eating to see how to divide the remaining food.

If they stored these ingredients well, they could eat well for a few more days.

Chu Qianli sat beneath the tree, when unknowingly, soone sat beside her.

They held a bottle of liquor, sipping it leisurely.

"You knew he was here, didn’t you?" Chu Qianli asked.

Feng Dingchu didn’t speak, continuing to drink his liquor.

"What do you really know about Hua Rong? Back then..."

Feng Dingchu simply raised his hand again to leisurely drink his liquor, without any intention of joining the conversation.

Chu Qianli sighed lightly; she had forgotten, he was Yexuan’s Ninth Uncle.

Why force him to take sides?

With a casual flick of her hand, a cocktail bottle appeared in her grasp.

Her slender finger flicked and popped the bottle cap off, and then she began to drink quietly.

As expected, Feng Dingchu had no reaction, continuing to drink his own liquor, completely imrsed in his own world.

After an indeterminate amount of ti, the man with barely any alcohol tolerance suddenly tilted his head and leaned against the tree, drowsy.

Chu Qianli looked up and saw his blurry, drunken eyes, half-closed.

His thin lips parted slightly, the murmured call that slipped out instantly tugged at her heart: "...Mother."

Mother!

Within his powerful body, there lay a heart that could, at tis, beco very vulnerable.

And within that heart, the greatest yearning was for his mother.

Chu Qianli exhaled, gazing at his distinct and long fingers, suddenly feeling a wave of lancholy.

She too, longed for her own mother.

Having lived two lifetis, never feeling the warmth that cos from a mother, she too yearned for a mother, but she was destined to be without such fortune.

She took out a pillow, placed it by her side, and then carefully helped Feng Dingchu, ticulously ensuring he laid his head on the pillow.

Afterward, Chu Qianli took out a blanket and draped it over him.

She herself then took out a blanket and pillow and settled down not far from him.

Grandma Sun ca by, wanting to ask if she should sleep inside the house, but she hesitated to wake the Immortal Master.

Chu Qianli waved her hand, signaling that this was fine as it was.

Still concerned that they might be cold, Grandma Sun lit a stove for them at a distance and then left.

Chu Qianli, however, watched her leaving figure, feeling an inexplicable envy.

Perhaps, living single-mindedly just for three als a day and striving to survive was a kind of happiness.

At least, there were loved ones by one’s side, those who loved you and whom you loved in return.

When would she be able to live the life she desired?

She did not need to be high above, nor to be an Empress; she just wanted to live a quiet, carefree life.

Prince Yexuan, would you really want to spend your days with like this?

...At this mont, Feng Yexuan had already returned to the military camp.

Leng Ji carried the untouched al out of the tent.

Looking up, he saw Fen Ling approaching...