Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 989 - 988: She Finally Succeeded

"Ugh..."

Fen Ling fell heavily onto the Purple Fragrant Orchid bushes, opening her mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbid blood.

Her breathing was erratic, and she couldn’t utter a word, yet her gaze remained fixed on Feng Yexuan.

Feng Yexuan’s eyes were icy cold, unwilling to spare her another glance, and he took a step to follow Chu Qianli.

Fen Ling clenched her palms tightly, summoning all her strength, and rasped out, "Forcing... to keep her... by your side... isn’t... a good thing for her—ugh..."

She spat several mouthfuls of blood in the midst of speaking.

This hoarse and stubborn voice sowhat resembled Chu Qianli’s.

Though Feng Yexuan knew it wasn’t, the resemblance made him involuntarily pause and turn back for a glance.

Fen Ling lay in the midst of the Purple Fragrant Orchids, her slight fra slightly trembling in the wind.

Yet her face remained impassive, unwilling to yield even when injured.

This feeling...

Suddenly, Feng Yexuan curled his fingers into claws, extended his arm, and yanked her toward him through the air.

His fingers tightened slightly, and Fen Ling imdiately felt as though her neck was confined by a diamond grip, leaving her no chance to breathe.

"Do you think, if you mimic her in everything, I would take an interest in you?"

"Why would I... want to imitate her?" Fen Ling’s voice was extrely hoarse; now, only the exhaled air remained as the air in her chest grew thinner.

But it was this look, the tranquility and composure deep within her eyes, that inexplicably tugged at his heart.

Through her gaze, he truly saw his dead beloved.

It was as if his dead beloved still resided deep within Fen Ling’s body.

Feng Yexuan’s thick brows knotted, his eyes squinting.

The fingers wrapped around Fen Ling’s neck tensed even more.

Fen Ling felt she was truly going to die.

But she abandoned her struggle.

Just calmly looking at him.

Just like Chu Qianli’s tranquility.

Even her dying lips bore a trace of a reluctant smile.

That very trace, a smile of despair yet unwilling to surrender.

The smile of the dead woman...

A figure swept across the wind.

He left.

Fen Ling, like a cut-off kite, was left discarded in the Purple Fragrant Orchids.

He had abandoned her.

Yet, even now, amid her heavy breathing, a slight, surprised smile lingered in her eyes.

She had succeeded!

Betting her life, she had finally succeeded.

The fragrance of the Purple Fragrant Orchids masked the dicinal sll given to her by Feng Xi, which was already faint, becoming even less detectable under the overwhelming floral scent.

The Illusion Technique, coupled with Feng Xi’s enchanting scent, weakened his will whenever he looked at her.

His gaze upon her had evidently wavered.

He began to feel that she and Chu Qianli were growing more similar.

Finally, Fen Ling caught her breath and sat up among the flowers.

Those who survive a great disaster are destined for happiness.

To replace Chu Qianli in Prince Yexuan’s heart was no longer far away.

As soon as Chu Qianli left the dense forest behind Prince Residence, Feng Yexuan was right on her heels.

It wasn’t that her Qinggong was lacking, but rather, this man’s Qinggong was too formidable.

Yet neither expected that soone would get here first, waiting for them.

"Lili."

Behind Feng Qihe stood a carriage.

This ti, he ca alone.

His piercing gaze swept over Feng Yexuan, and he walked slowly towards Chu Qianli.

"As long as you believe, the Queen Mother and I are certainly your strongest support!"