The person who barged in grabbed Chu Qianli by the neck.
He was too fast. Chu Qianli, completely caught off guard, was swept up by his force.
Behind her was a hard wall, and on the wall, a protruding wooden carving.
She couldn't dodge it. She watched as her back was about to smash into the sharp wooden carving.
Unexpectedly, just as she was about to hit the carving, the man suddenly flipped over.
"Mmph..." His broad back hit the wooden carving.
The immense impact further damaged his already frail body.
His lips parted, his originally rosy and attractive, now pale and bloodless thin lips trembled, and a wisp of blood quickly slid down.
"You're spitting black blood?" Chu Qianli finally got a clear look at the man who had shoved her in.
His hand was still clamped around her delicate neck. If he applied even a little more force, her neck would surely snap.
However, the five fingers gripping her neck were not tight at all.
It was more like he was putting on a show to scare her.
But what she cared about now was the blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
Why was it black and purple?
Before she left, she was certain that the toxins in his body had been cleared!
"You..."
"You want a divorce?" Feng Yexuan flipped over, pinning her against the wall, his voice extremely hoarse.
His gaze, fixed on her, was filled with ferocity.
"How dare you abandon this King again! Believe it or not, this King will kill you!"
His fingers tightened, these steel-like long fingers completely constricting her neck.
His gaze was chilling and terrifying.
Anyone else would have been paralyzed with fear and trembling.
But Chu Qianli saw not a trace of killing intent in his cold eyes.
Helplessly, she raised her hand, intending to grasp his wrist and take his pulse.
But before her hand could touch him, he grabbed it with his other hand and pressed it against the wall.
"This King is asking you a question!"
"You're already so injured, can't you stop being so willful?"
He didn't care about his own life, but he should at least consider others.
If something happened to him in the Duke's mansion, everyone in the Duke's mansion would have to be buried with him!
What's more, she... didn't want to see him get hurt either.
But when Feng Yexuan was being willful, even ten horses couldn't pull him back.
His tall body swayed slightly, indicating that his condition was extremely poor and he could collapse at any moment.
But even if he fell, it would only be into the arms of his woman!
With another step forward, Chu Qianli was pressed tightly against him.
The hand that was gripping her throat actually had no strength in its five fingers.
Even when she showed discomfort, he subconsciously loosened his grip, afraid of hurting her.
This man... was truly exasperating.
"I believe you! I believe you! King Xuan is ruthless and cruel, is there anything you wouldn't dare to do?"
She continued to look at the blood at the corner of his lips, her heart filled with indescribable complexity.
Can you stop appearing before me looking so pathetic? It makes my heart ache.
"I'm scared, Your Highness, I'm really scared, okay? Can you let go of me first so I can take your pulse?"
Although his gaze was fierce, it was also somewhat unfocused and hazy.
From Chu Qianli's years of medical experience, although he was still conscious, in reality, half of his consciousness was already muddled.
She glanced behind Feng Yexuan.
There was no one behind him, meaning he came alone?
He was already so injured, on the verge of fainting, yet he still managed to force himself to come before her.
This man... should she call him willful, or admire his unyielding willpower?
"Your Highness, let me take your pulse first."
Chu Qianli tried to soften her voice, gently coaxing him, "I know I was wrong, I was truly wrong, can you let me go first?"
Feng Yexuan stared at her, as if trying to discern if her words were true.
But his vision was now blurry, and her features gradually blurred in his sight.
He narrowed his eyes, only to find that he still couldn't see clearly.
Chu Qianli's heart tightened.
This guy was really at his limit, yet he still refused to let go.
"This King... forbids you to leave, absolutely... will not allow it..."
His steps faltered suddenly, his tall body swayed, and he almost fell.
His fingertips lost some control, and his fingernail accidentally drew a bloodstain on her tender neck.
Chu Qianli winced in pain and couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
That bloodstain fell into Feng Yexuan's blurry vision.
His heart tightened, his breathing became erratic, and he suddenly released his grip: "This King did not... do it intentionally."
He had actually hurt her!
His long fingers trembled as he raised them, wanting to wipe away the blood, wanting to see how badly her neck was injured.
But he couldn't even touch the bloodstain.
His fingers kept trembling, and his feet stumbled again, almost falling.
Taking advantage of his moment of release, Chu Qianli immediately grasped his wrist pulse.
Stagnant Qi attacking the heart, damaging the heart meridian!
Her expression changed instantly.
His heart had already been nearly pierced, and now, with the old wound not yet healed, his heart meridian was damaged by anger, compounding the injury.
What kind of willpower had he relied on to get here?
In this state, he was still running around outside, truly courting death!
What were the people in King Xuan's mansion doing? Didn't they know to watch him properly?
"Your Highness, listen to me, your condition is very serious, let me help you over there!"
But Feng Yexuan wouldn't listen to her. He grabbed her instead, his voice hoarse: "Tell this King, they forced you to write the divorce letter, speak!"
"I..." At this critical moment, when his life was hanging by a thread, he still cared about such things!
"Let me help you over there first..."
"Tell this King! They forced you to write it!"
"Yes, yes, yes, they forced me to write it, I didn't do it willingly, alright?"
Chu Qianli was truly exasperated. How could there be such a willful and stubborn man in this world!
Can't we talk about it after he recovers?
"Then... come back with this King..."
He was truly at his limit.
His body was weak, his legs felt like they had no bones.
Feng Yexuan swayed again, finally unable to support himself, his tall body collapsing onto Chu Qianli.
Chu Qianli immediately reached out to support him.
But she hadn't realized that this man, nearly six feet three inches tall and covered in muscle, weighed as much as an ox.
"Mmph..." The moment she caught him, Chu Qianli swayed and took a step back.
With great effort, she managed to steady herself and support him.
"Your Highness..."
"Let's... go home." Saying these words, Feng Yexuan closed his eyes and completely collapsed.
Go home...
Chu Qianli's heart almost ached at those two words.
Home...
Having lived two lives, she didn't know where her true home was.
That single word, "home," struck her heart directly!