Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage -
Chapter 609 - 608: Are You Testing My Patience?
Chapter 609: Chapter 608: Are You Testing My Patience?
Xiaoyao was taken aback, realizing she had let something slip.
These were things her master had told her never to reveal to anyone.
"There’s nothing like that... I’ve been with my master since I was young," she explained hesitantly.
Seeing that he was still holding her wrist, Xiaoyao furrowed her brow and shook it vigorously.
"Prince Yexuan, don’t you find it very strange? Your fiancée is nearby, yet you run off to another girl’s room, to be all lovey-dovey with another girl..."
"Is it being lovey-dovey that I am doing with you? Do you even qualify for that?" he scoffed.
Xiaoyao really wanted to slap away that mocking smile at the corner of his lips!
"If it’s not being lovey-dovey, then what are you doing holding my hand?"
"I am merely interrogating a criminal," he replied.
"You are the criminal!" Dog of a man! Utterly outrageous!
"As Jian Wuying’s disciple, you are a criminal in my presence," he stated.
"Then lock me up!" Why bully people here?
"Fine, I will lock you up. As for whatever else, or... whoever else, is in your room, I won’t be concerned anymore," he said.
A crafty smile crept into Feng Yexuan’s eyes as he turned his face toward the direction of the door. "Leng Ji!"
"No! No! Don’t lock me up, I... I was just joking! Prince!"
"Prince!" The voice that came from outside was not Leng Ji’s, but another guard’s.
"Prince, Guard Leng said there is an emergency and he has left. What are your orders, Prince?"
Xiaoyao felt incredibly anxious, "Prince, I was really just joking, please don’t lock me up, okay? Let’s talk this out!"
It wouldn’t matter if she was locked up, she believed Feng Jinrui would definitely find a way to rescue her.
After all, as good friends, Feng Jinrui definitely wouldn’t ignore her plight.
But if she were to be locked up, then the presence of Fu Ning in her bed would inevitably be discovered.
If Fu Ning fell into the hands of Her Majesty the Empress, he would probably be in grave danger.
Although Xiaoyao didn’t know exactly what had happened to Fu Ning, before he completely passed out, he said that she wasn’t a good person.
Without even thinking, Xiaoyao knew that ’she’ referred to the Empress, Chu Qianli.
It was likely the poison in her system was also Chu Qianli’s doing.
Going back, it would be a one-way trip to death!
"Nobody jokes in front of me," Feng Yexuan said, his eyes icy.
Xiaoyao was now completely unable to tell whether he was serious or just trying to scare her.
She hastily said, "Prince, if you don’t trust me, I can leave right now."
"You really can leave?"
Feng Yexuan, however, stared into her eyes. Before she could speak, he suddenly smiled wryly, "I meant, you leaving alone."
Xiaoyao was taken aback, unable to respond to that statement.
Feng Yexuan knew it.
This girl, since she had already begun to save someone, would definitely not abandon her patient.
Just like... the dead woman.
His mood became inexplicably heavier.
He let go of her hand.
"It’s fine, stand guard outside."
The guard outside immediately responded, "Yes!"
The footsteps faded away.
In Leng Ji’s absence, he must have gone to look for Fu Ning personally.
Feng Yexuan’s feelings were indescribably complex.
The development of the situation had strayed beyond anyone’s expectations.
In any case, since Lili came back this time, everything seemed to have changed.
Changed to be, disappointingly dull.
Feng Yexuan did not say anything further, picked up the cup on the table, and took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea spiked with medicine.
It was still the same taste.
His gaze couldn’t help but fall on Xiaoyao again.
"When exactly did you meet Jian Wuying? And under what circumstances?"
"I told you, ever since I was small..."
But Feng Yexuan’s eyes suddenly darkened, his voice turning extremely cold, "Are you testing my patience?"
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