"No." Chu Qianli was calm and resolute.
There was no room for negotiation.
"Do you have to be like this?" He was truly about to lose control!
In his sight, Chu Qianli's face also slowly blurred.
Within his chest, that surge of blood and qi churned more fiercely!
Feng Yexuan roared hoarsely, "I have already humbled myself and begged for your forgiveness! I am already atoning! What else do you want me to do?"
"Do you want me to atone with my life before you'll be happy?"
"Fine, if you want my life, I'll give it to you!"
Feng Yexuan grabbed her hand and placed it on his neck.
"Take a knife from your bracelet and kill me! I will not resist! You do it!"
Chu Qianli merely looked at him quietly, unmoved by his agitation.
Her eyes were calm and undisturbed.
"Prince Xuan, have you made enough of a scene?" she asked coldly.
"You are the one making a scene now!" Feng Yexuan roared.
Why did his father give her a letter of annulment!
Once the annulment letter was given, their relationship would be truly severed!
How could she be so heartless?
Just a day ago, they had fought side-by-side, killing enemies together.
At that time, they were still fine.
"Li'er..."
"Your Highness, please call me Miss Chu from now on," Chu Qianli interrupted coldly.
Feng Yexuan's hand was trembling. Suddenly, he coughed, and a bloody taste reached his lips.
He couldn't help but let it spill out.
He raised his hand and casually wiped it away.
His sleeves were stained with fresh blood.
Chu Qianli's face remained expressionless: "Does Your Highness insist on acting fragile in front of me this way, hoping to soften my heart?"
"Your Highness, don't you think this is very boring?"
These words were like knives, piercing his heart one by one.
The woman he cared about so much, upon seeing him spit blood, accused him of faking it.
Hah, this woman, whom he loved and hated, who he wished he never had to see again, yet couldn't bear to hurt even a little.
This woman, who looked down on him!
"You... don't regret this."
Feng Yexuan suddenly pushed her away.
Perhaps due to his frailty or something else, the force of the push was very small and gentle.
Chu Qianli only took two steps back before steadying herself, not falling to the ground.
Was he truly that weak?
But her eyes still held no pity, her gaze as cold as ever.
"Your Highness, I have regained my freedom. I will marry someone else in the future. Please do not intrude into my chambers late at night anymore, lest you ruin my reputation."
Feng Yexuan glared at her, his tightly clenched palms digging into his flesh, drawing blood with his sharp nails.
Finally, his gaze left her.
In his despairing eyes, there was only a vast, desolate stillness.
Feng Yexuan walked out of Chu Qianli's chambers.
There were many people in the courtyard, all daring only to watch from afar, not daring to approach.
As Prince Xuan walked past, everyone immediately bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Your Highness."
But he paid no attention to any of them.
His handsome face, illuminated by the moonlight, was terrifyingly pale.
Leng Ji rushed over urgently. Just as he arrived, he saw His Highness exiting the back door of the Duke's mansion.
Leng Ji immediately went to meet him: "Your Highness!"
Today, His Highness was reorganizing the three armies in Jicheng and had originally planned to return with the troops in the afternoon.
But someone had delivered news that Chu Qianli had pleaded with the Emperor in the main hall to grant her a letter of annulment.
His Highness had immediately rushed back.
One must know that he was already severely injured!
Leng Ji was terrified and quickly followed, but he lost track of His Highness as soon as he left the military camp.
He was able to catch up to him at this time because His Highness was truly unwell, and his speed was much slower than before.
Otherwise, how could he have caught up?
"Your Highness..." Feng Yexuan ignored him completely.
After leaving the Duke's mansion, he walked alone on the street, his solitary and stiff back giving off an indescribable sense of desolation.
Leng Ji saw that his complexion was truly not good and chased after him, but His Highness still ignored him.
Leng Ji cautiously said, "Your Highness, this matter, perhaps... perhaps it is just a misunderstanding. Perhaps..."
Leng Ji thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered something and said immediately, "Perhaps Miss Li was forced."
Last time, wasn't it the Emperor who forced her?
Feng Yexuan suddenly stopped.
Leng Ji's heart rejoiced, and he immediately pursued: "Your Highness, Miss Li is likely... Your Highness! Your Highness!"
He saw His Highness's tall figure suddenly fall straight backward.
Leng Ji was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of him!
He quickly went over to support him and looked down. His Highness's face was deathly pale, covered in blood.
"Your Highness!"
Leng Ji's heart ached. He supported Feng Yexuan and leaped onto a horse.
The two of them, one horse, swiftly galloped towards the Prince's mansion.
...
Chu Qianli's room was completely destroyed.
Even the bed had several large pits, making it impossible to sleep on.
Not to mention the tables and chairs.
The only thing that remained intact was the woman standing amidst the ruins.
Han Zhan rushed in, somewhat anxious, not realizing that most people would already be in bed at this hour.
Chu Qianli was also wearing sleepwear, thin undergarments.
Fu Ning entered a step behind Han Zhan and immediately rummaged through the destroyed wardrobe, finding an outer robe.
He brushed off the dust and draped it over Chu Qianli: "Miss..."
"He... left?" She had clearly seen Feng Yexuan's appearance as he left earlier.
That back was indescribably cold and lonely.
It carried a deathly aura of dejection.
Fu Ning nodded: "He left. He walked out the door. He didn't throw a tantrum or hurt anyone, but his complexion... didn't look good."
Han Zhan couldn't help but look at her: "Did you really ask for the annulment?"
"The news has spread so widely, do you think it could be fake?" Chu Qianli's words were not sarcastic, but rather weary.
A deep sense of powerlessness.
Perhaps affected by Feng Yexuan's anger just now, she didn't want to say anything more at this moment.
Han Zhan felt a multitude of emotions.
"You, towards him..."
"What does that have to do with you?"
"You..."
"I'm tired. Can you let me rest properly first? We can talk about anything else tomorrow."
Chu Qianli turned to go back to her bed to sit down.
But she forgot that the bed had been smashed through.
That man, who was as violent as thunder when he lost his temper, was truly terrifying.
It was fortunate that she hadn't been harmed by him.
Although Han Zhan was somewhat frustrated, seeing the great injustice she had suffered from Prince Xuan earlier, he decided not to argue with her.
After all, this woman's temper had never been good.
"Your chambers are ruined like this, where do you plan to sleep tonight?" he couldn't help but ask.
Chu Qianli sneered: "Are you asking if you want to sleep in my room?"