Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 924 - 923: Did You Really Think I Wouldn’t Dare to K

"Prince Feng Yexuan refuses to dine again?"

Fen Ling looked at the tray Leng Ji was holding; the dishes on it had been changed several tis.

Initially, during the evening, the dinner was sent, and Feng Yexuan rely sipped so soup before hurrying out the door.

By the ti he returned, the sky had turned pitch black—it was late, but he still hadn’t touched his dinner, so Leng Ji delivered food again.

But this ti, and the two tis that followed, the Prince hadn’t touched a bite.

"He’s still looking at official docunts and doesn’t even glance at the al."

Leng Ji initially had so resistance towards Fen Ling, knowing she was a person from the lady’s side, and it seed that there was always... so distance between the Prince and the lady.

Therefore, as one of Prince Feng Yexuan’s subordinates, he did not like Fen Ling either.

Fen Ling, like a spy the lady had left by the Prince’s side, who would welco her?

Fen Ling cast her eyes down at the al and suddenly extended her hand: "Let try."

"The Prince does not like won entering his tent," Leng Ji tried to decline.

Fen Ling simply smiled and said, "Let try... Tomorrow, the Prince needs to go to Hu Mountain to encircle the remnants of Shanhu Gang. If he keeps skipping als, will his body be able to bear it?"

"Moreover, it seems that the Prince’s sleep quality has always been poor. Don’t you want to find a solution?"

Leng Ji’s face showed difficulty: "I... I also..."

"Let try." This ti Fen Ling ignored his objections, took the tray from his hands, and walked into the tent.

"Get out!" Feng Yexuan’s face was not looking good.

He was reviewing official docunts, but their conversation outside was clearly audible to him.

Fen Ling, unlike other won, was not scared when she heard Prince Yexuan’s icy order to "get out."

Still holding the tray, she walked over to the low table and placed the dishes one by one atop it.

"Prince, you know I am a spy sent by the lady. If you do not eat, I will undoubtedly report it to the Master in detail."

Feng Yexuan’s eyes darkened as a chilling aura suddenly intensified: "You dare threaten ?"

"Prince, I’m not threatening you, nor do I have the courage."

Fen Ling arranged the dishes and looked up, eting his gaze.

She smiled faintly and said, "Prince, I am rely stating a fact. Even if you kill today, the Master will still send others to observe every move you make."

Feng Yexuan’s fingers, holding the official docunts, slowly tightened.

A murderous intent surfaced in his eyes: "You think I dare not kill you?"

"Killing or not, it’s all the sa; why bother going to such lengths?"

Fen Ling sighed softly and said mournfully, "Prince, there will always be soone like . I am not unique, and I will certainly not be the last."

Feng Yexuan stared at her face, which was probably the first ti he had looked at Fen Ling so directly since she had joined his troops.

Why he looked at her was because Fen Ling’s sigh just now... was so reminiscent of a dead woman!

Although Feng Yexuan’s gaze was fixed on Fen Ling, the visage of a dead woman surfaced in his mind—sighing helplessly, looking at him as if she were looking at an ignorant, petulant child!

His vision suddenly beca sowhat hazy.

Fen Ling smiled and said, "Prince, although I lack many talents, I can still play a tune to entertain you."

With a casual motion, a bottle of wine appeared on the table.

Then, rising to her feet, Fen Ling stepped outside the tent.

The sound of the flute soon drifted in from outside.

Strands of lody, as if winding around one’s heart.

There was a kind that quickly imrsed people into its charm...