Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 439 - 438: Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

Chapter 439: Chapter 438: Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

"Alright." Fu Long didn’t doubt him and leaped down from his horse, immediately following into the dense forest.

Chu Qianli then cheerfully picked up the food and got on the carriage.

This carriage of Prince Xiaoyao was definitely the most comfortable one ever seen.

It was personally designed by Chu Qianli, not only did it have a sofa, but it also had chairs and a table.

When night came, the sofa could be unfolded into a single bed.

For resting, it was absolutely comfortable.

It was a design concept from the 21st-century motorhome, and because there was no need for a bathroom and kitchen, the space inside was quite spacious.

"Wuya, taste the food I made."

She placed the self-heating rice on the table and looked at him with a grin, "Look, I made it all by hand."

"You know how to cook?" But why did Feng Wuya feel so incredulous?

However, the food packed in boxes did look a bit strange and did not seem like it was made by his chef.

"Look, this is cured meat steamed rice, this one is braised beef, this is kung pao chicken... Um, this chicken is a bit spicy, not suitable for you, I’ll keep that for myself."

"There’s also pickled mustard greens with pork, slippery chicken with mushrooms, and fish-flavored shredded pork... This fish-flavored shredded pork is also quite spicy, you shouldn’t eat this, leave it for Tie Xin later."

"Did you make all this?" Doesn’t this look a bit too lavish?

They were on a journey now, how could it be as comfortable as it was in the Prince Residence?

Moreover, the group had only just stopped, even starting to cook would take time, how could the dishes be prepared so quickly?

And such a variety of dishes at that?

"It was all made in advance... Ah, never mind, never mind, I feel like it’s just a matter of time before I can’t keep it from you."

After all, they would have to travel together for a while, spending a lot of time in each other’s company.

Having a secret kept hidden was very uncomfortable for the heart.

"Look." She lifted her wrist and shook the chain on her wrist.

Feng Wuya’s expression turned serious, "You’re not trying to tell me that this chain is the Universe Chain, are you?"

"You know about the Universe Chain?" Chu Qianli said with a prideful face, "You’re the third person to know."

"Hm?" The third person?

"Yes, the third." Chu Qianli looked down at her own chain and smiled, "The first is Fu Long, the second..."

She suddenly paused.

Who was the second?

Why was she so certain about the second person?

Last time although it seemed that Feng Yexuan knew the secret of the Universe Chain, she didn’t tell him, and he didn’t ask.

Why was she so sure that he knew?

Could it be that she really had told him the secret of the Universe Chain at some point?

Chu Qianli felt her head was getting a bit muddled.

Many things seemed to rise up in her memory vaguely, but when she tried to think seriously about them, she couldn’t recall anything.

And when she thought harder, her head started to hurt.

"Um..." She clutched her head.

Feng Wuya’s complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Don’t force yourself, otherwise, the Soul Captivating Technique will harm your senses!"

She understood that when Feng Wuya talked about senses, he actually meant her nerves.

If she continued to think hard and resist the Soul Captivating Technique, it could damage her nerves.

Chu Qianli closed her eyes and tried hard to regulate her breathing.

With no thoughts and no memories to chase, her head gradually stopped hurting so much.

"Ali, let’s have a meal and stop thinking," Feng Wuya truly feared she would harm herself.

"Okay." Chu Qianli lifted her hand and wiped her forehead.

The back of my hand was covered in cold sweat.

As expected, I can’t keep thinking like this, my head hurts too much!

"Did you have another purpose for sending Fu Long to the dense woods to chase Long Ziyue?" Feng Wuya switched to a different topic.

The gossip in this girl flared up immediately.

Indeed, she stopped thinking about those troublesome matters.

"You noticed too?" She said smilingly, pushing a box of food into his hand.

While she was serving him vegetables, she asked, "What do you think about Fu Long and Ziyue?"

"You’re trying to match-make again," Feng Wuya glanced at her with some helplessness, "And how do you know what they’re thinking?"

"Of course, I know!"

What could happen that she wouldn’t be aware of?

"Ziyue has admitted it himself, just worried that due to the huge disparity in their statuses and the fact they come from two different countries, there might be no future for them."

For a Commandery Princess of the Imperial Family, marriage affairs are typically decided by the Emperor or the elders. Where would there be room for personal choice in love?

"But I don’t want to see her sacrifice her lifetime of happiness for imperial power, marrying a man she does not love. How could there be any happiness in that future?"

Political marriages rarely result in true happiness.

"And what about Fu Long?" Feng Wuya focused his gaze on her face.

Chu Qianli smiled, "So this is what you’re worried about!"

"Why shouldn’t I worry? This matter requires mutual affection."

"Of course, Fu Long likes Ziyue. How could I not see it? When Ziyue was seriously injured and at death’s door, didn’t you see how anxious Fu Long was?"

During those days, Fu Long stayed by Ziyue’s side without leaving for a moment.

Only when he saw Ziyue was safe did he agree to rest.

Such deep affection and loyalty were apparent to anyone but the blind.

Feng Wuya’s lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately, he swallowed his words back down.

"You, stop meddling," he said gently, "Some things may not be as you perceive them to be."

"Ziyue is my friend, so it’s not meddling," she retorted.

Seeing Feng Wuya’s disapproving look, however, Chu Qianli pouted and then gave him a smile, "Alright, I’ve helped this much. Let them take care of the rest, okay?"

Everyone had only rested for about half an hour at noon.

Long Ziyue returned alone about the time it took to burn a stick of incense after Fu Long entered the dense woods.

Fu Long returned not long after, carrying a wild chicken with him.

He even had the mood to capture a wild chicken. I wonder how their talk went?

Chu Qianli paid attention to Long Ziyue’s expression. He seemed not very happy.

She wanted to ask, but remembering her promise to Feng Wuya not to meddle too much, she refrained from inquiring.

That night, they reached the post station and settled down after a simple cleanup.

This place was quite a distance from the Imperial City, a small station in a town.

And it was still far from the next major city.

The station was somewhat dilapidated, and although there were still people stationed there, the signs of neglect from the lack of maintenance were severe.

It was unexpected that being just a day away from the Imperial City, we would encounter such desolation.

So much for the peaceful and prosperous era, it’s all just a one-sided story.

At the Emperor’s feet, there are many places of poverty and backwardness.

After Chu Qianli prepared some personal items for Feng Wuya, she went to the back courtyard alone, intending to see where Fu Long was patrolling. Instead, she happened upon Long Ziyue sitting alone under a tree, drinking.

From a distance, his figure indeed looked quite desolate and bleak.

Chu Qianli hurried over, frowning as she asked, "Why are you drinking alone? In a bad mood?"

Long Ziyue looked at the wine bottle in his hand, lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile, and said, "Ali, I told him today. But the person he likes isn’t me."