Feng Jinrui stood frozen.
Killing her was impossible.
It was just a moment of impulse.
Now, seeing her injured by his own sword, Feng Jinrui felt regret.
What if she was framed?
"Everything tonight was clearly a setup. The person behind it wants to deal with me, and you're just a pawn they chose."
"Why would the person behind it want to deal with you?" He didn't understand.
She was a newly married bride, knowing no one here. Who would want to harm her?
"You ask me? Who can I ask?"
However, seeing that he no longer harbored murderous intent towards her, Chu Qianli felt relieved.
The wound really hurt, and it felt a bit warm.
But being sensitive to medicine, she didn't dwell on it.
She sat down at the table again and looked at the few dozen yuan left in her account, feeling helpless.
"Your imperial brother killed Cui'er. You are the key witness in this matter. You'd better go back and recover well. I'm counting on you to clear my name."
Of course, it was impossible for him to voluntarily clear her name.
"As for this sword strike tonight, it's something you owe me. Once the truth is revealed, I will definitely claim it back."
She picked up her chopsticks and continued eating.
Many things swirled in her mind. The person behind this not only knew the prince's mansion like the back of their hand but also harbored immense hatred for her.
Yet, she had only just married in tonight and shouldn't have had much contact with anyone in the prince's mansion.
Who hated her so much that they wanted her dead, even going so far as to use the Fourteenth Prince as a sacrifice?
Could it be...
Feng Jinrui continued to glare at her.
However, he gradually lowered the sword in his hand.
As the killing intent vanished, a fragrance soon wafted into his nostrils.
His stomach suddenly rumbled loudly.
Chu Qianli frowned and looked up at him.
Feng Jinrui blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed and disheveled.
He had been sick in bed since last night until the early hours of the morning and hadn't eaten a single bite.
But the dishes on the "demoness's" table smelled both pungent and fragrant, possessing a deadly allure...
"What is this?" he glared at the charcoal stove and the stewed dish in the pot that looked like a hodgepodge.
"Mala hot pot," Chu Qianli casually replied. "Want to try some?"
"Who wants to try your food!" Even if she was framed, she had still been on top of him.
In his eyes, she was a repulsive demoness.
Feng Jinrui originally wanted to leave, but upon looking at the so-called mala hot pot again, his legs felt rooted to the spot.
His stomach rumbled like thunder.
"You haven't had dinner, have you?" Chu Qianli still had many questions she wanted to ask this fellow.
Therefore, she took out another pair of chopsticks and placed them on the table, looking at him. "Try it?"
"No..."
"Are you afraid I've poisoned it?" she sneered, picking up a piece of lamb and putting it in her mouth.
Although her words were muffled, they were still clearly heard: "To think that the esteemed Fourteenth Prince is so timid!"
"Who says I'm afraid?" Feng Jinrui was indeed simple-minded.
Provoked by Chu Qianli's words, he immediately fell for it.
He sat down sulkily, picked up his chopsticks, and actually picked up a slice of lamb, swallowing it in one gulp.
"Mmm..."
"It's hot!" This idiot! "Eat slowly, there's plenty more, no one's snatching it from you!"
Feng Jinrui's face turned red again, but after eating that slice of lamb, he seemed to have discovered a new world.
It was delicious!
So fragrant!
Which chef in the prince's mansion made this mala hot pot?
Why had he never eaten such fragrant dishes before?
He picked up another slice, and gradually, he began to eat with gusto.
Chu Qianli had been watching him. When he was fully engrossed in the food, she suddenly asked, "Last night, before you saw me and Xiao Cui, did you see Miss Yu, or... her people?"