Chu Qianli remained silent, lost in thought.
Feng Yexuan waited.
On the surface, he appeared calm, his face devoid of any expression, as if he were indifferent to her answer.
However, those who knew him well understood how tense Prince Xuan was at that very moment.
Chu Qianli was still tending to his wounds, yet his palm was already slick with sweat.
Would she forgive him?
Although those events had occurred while his consciousness was controlled, they were ultimately actions he himself had taken.
All the harm originated from him.
Chu Qianli still said nothing, continuing to treat his wounds.
Only after finishing with the knife wounds on his shoulder and arm did she pick up the ointment and stand up.
Feng Yexuan, thinking she was about to leave, prepared to pull her back.
Today, he had something to say, and no matter what, he had to make it clear to her.
If he couldn't explain, and she left, he knew this woman might never give him another chance to speak.
But before his hand could reach out, he saw Chu Qianli, holding the ointment, move behind him.
She wasn't planning to leave, but rather…
Feng Yexuan's gaze remained unchanged as he immediately moved to pull up his clothes. "I'm fine!"
"Hua Rong came, didn't she?" He didn't want her to see the wounds on his back, but she had already seen them clearly when she helped him undress.
The wounds were from being beaten with a wooden stick.
The God of War, Prince Xuan, could be chopped by a saber, stabbed by a sword, or shot by a long arrow, but he would never allow himself to be repeatedly struck by a stick.
There was likely only one person in this world capable of beating him like this.
Hua Rong.
Feng Yexuan's fingertips tightened slightly.
He hadn't wanted to mention Hua Rong, knowing that Hua Rong was the biggest and deepest chasm between them.
But if he didn't mention it, would it cease to exist?
In the end, he merely nodded, remaining silent.
Chu Qianli sat down behind him and began to apply medicine to his stick wounds.
After applying the ointment, she directly placed her palm on his back and began to gently rub.
Feng Yexuan closed his eyes. The cool, soothing sensation made him feel so comfortable that he almost sighed.
His back had been burning with pain after being injured, but he hadn't paid it any mind, letting the pain linger.
"You were hypnotized by Feng Ling, I know."
Chu Qianli's voice, light and airy, suddenly sounded as Feng Yexuan was comfortably enjoying the sensation.
He abruptly opened his eyes.
"You know?"
"Not only do I know she hypnotized you, but I also know you were poisoned."
"What did you say?" Feng Yexuan suddenly turned his head and grabbed her hand. "Poisoned?"
He was unaware of this matter!
Chu Qianli looked at him.
This was something he likely couldn't even imagine himself.
"Blood Gu, it can only be administered with the blood of one's closest kin."
Feng Yexuan stiffened.
His expression, which had been completely unreadable, gradually began to crack.
Closest kin.
His closest kin now numbered only two.
One was his half-brother, Feng Jinrui.
The other was his own mother!
Hua Rong!
His birth mother had poisoned him!
But how could he believe it? Hua Rong was the person with the closest blood relation to him in this world!
Why would the person closest to him, without any regard for kinship, poison him and control him?
Why?
Why was this happening?