Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 897 - 896: What Mistake Did I Make Back Then?

Chapter 897: Chapter 896: What Mistake Did I Make Back Then?

The person sitting in the tree showed no reaction, his eyes dull and fixed on the distant sky.

In the past, he could deceive anyone with a smile.

But these last two days, since he had woken up, he had truly been living like a walking corpse.

Among so many people, only Chu Qianli could exchange a few words with him.

Others, whether it was Fu Ning or the servants, completely ignored him.

Speaking to him elicited no response.

Chu Qianli called out again, "Achu, please, come down."

The tree branch was too thin, only able to bear his weight; otherwise, Chu Qianli would have gone up herself.

She feared that if she went up, they both would end up falling straight down.

"Achu..."

Finally, the figure in white swayed gently.

Feng Dingchu came down.

But his eyes that looked at her remained dim and lifeless.

"Come, let’s go to the pavilion."

He didn’t move, so Chu Qianli had no choice but to pull him toward the pavilion.

Eating was completely tasteless.

If it weren’t for Chu Qianli forcibly feeding him, he wouldn’t even bother to open his mouth.

"I want to drink," he suddenly said after eating.

Chu Qianli felt a bit helpless and tried to persuade him, "Achu, you’ve just recovered. Let’s not drink today, alright?"

He had been drinking continuously these past few days; if he kept it up, his body would be ruined.

Fortunately, he had the constitution of a War God, truly robust. Otherwise, who could withstand such torment?

Hearing this, Feng Dingchu suddenly stood up and turned to leave.

Chu Qianli, helpless, grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"Alright, alright, I’ll give you alcohol. Just don’t run off. Isn’t that enough for you? You don’t have any money on you right now; you can’t buy alcohol yourself. Do you know people will beat you if you try to steal it?"

Knowing that reasoning with him was likely fruitless,

Chu Qianli could only retrieve a bottle of alcohol from the Universe Chain and give it to him.

Feng Dingchu leaned against the stone railing and began to drink slowly.

Not guzzling like someone addicted to alcohol, but sipping leisurely,

sip by sip.

Yet, this slow action was profoundly despairing to watch.

Two days had passed, and there was no hint of improvement.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside.

Wuya had returned.

Chu Qianli personally went to greet him, instructing Tie Xin to guard the yard and not allow anyone near.

Wuya walked hurriedly, driven by the news Fu Long had relayed to him from Chu Qianli tonight.

"Where is the Ninth Prince?" he asked in a low voice.

"At... the pavilion."

Wuya immediately headed there and from a distance, saw that faded white figure.

Upon drawing closer, he almost froze.

The Ninth Prince... his beard shaved off, revealing the true face he had hidden for over a decade, now appeared before him once again.

Even for Wuya, a man himself, it was hard not to stare a few extra times.

What a divine appearance!

Especially now, with a bottle in his hand, eyes drunkenly blurred—this sight, if seen by young maidens, would surely drive them mad.

The Ninth Prince, a celestial being, how long it had been.

Yet...

"Ninth Prince, it’s Wuya."

After several attempts, the Ninth Prince showed no sign of recognition.

Wuya turned back to Chu Qianli, his eyes filled with urgency: "Why has the Ninth Prince become like this? What exactly did he go through in the Imperial Palace?"

Fu Long had briefly mentioned that the Ninth Prince had been poisoned in the palace and was rescued by Ali.

But the specifics were not disclosed.

"You are the closest member of the Imperial Family to him since he left the Imperial Palace."

Chu Qianli stood beside Wuya, together they watched Feng Dingchu in the distance.

"What did he do back then, for the Empress Dowager to insist on killing him?"