Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage-Chapter 1340 - 1339: He Is Just, Angry at Himself

Fen Ling finally fainted, and it was Jingri who brought two maids to assist her back.

Out of envy and hatred... So it turns out she admired Prince Yexuan. No wonder she would speak so maliciously against the Princess.

But this woman, her courage is truly bold—to even dare to lay hands on the Princess.

No surprise that the Prince personally punished her, injuring her so gravely she spat blood.

Such severe injuries—well-deserved!

The matter quickly spread, and Fen Ling’s reputation here became completely ruined.

A woman consumed by envy and hatred, no matter her appearance, has become utterly disfigured in the minds of everyone.

After watching Jingri leave with Fen Ling, Chu Qianli’s gaze fell upon Feng Yexuan.

Feng Yexuan, however, didn’t spare her a glance, his cold and rigid back turned as he walked away.

Nothing happened at the altar. Here, he was not needed.

He was angry, but not angry at anyone else—he was angry at himself.

Yet what he was truly angry about, Chu Qianli couldn’t discern.

In any case, to recover the Princess’s reputation by destroying Fen Ling’s name—was such a price too great for him?

He still cared for Fen Ling.

Chu Qianli was painfully aware.

There was another person who knew it even more clearly than she.

"Your noble lover holds you in his thoughts, yet he pities that woman named Fen Ling. Princess, your heart must ache, doesn’t it?"

Lan Fan’s voice was dripping with schadenfreude and mockery.

Earlier, when he attempted to sway Chu Qianli into dancing disrobed, he hadn’t expected this wretched girl to suddenly deploy some bizarre Hidden Weapon on him.

Lan Fan, while performing his spell, was naturally in full concentration. Especially with Chu Qianli’s considerable skill—if he were to let his attention lapse, he might fail to ensnare her.

Because of his focus, the Hidden Weapon struck him effortlessly.

Already wounded, he had spent an entire night recuperating, barely able to use his Illusion Technique again.

Now injured again, his breath faltered—and in an instant, the illusion vanished.

He was utterly furious, yet powerless.

Chu Qianli turned back and flashed him a smile. "Such refined tastes you have, National Advisor, gossiping about even such things?"

"However, National Advisor, perhaps you should worry about yourself first. Forcing your injured body to channel energy and perform Illusion Techniques has merely compounded your wounds. Who knows how long the recovery will take?"

"You!" Lan Fan glared at her.

The faint smile hovering on Chu Qianli’s lips made his anger boil, and he wished he could shred that smug face to pieces.

"I was merely speaking the truth."

Chu Qianli seemed utterly oblivious to his rage.

"National Advisor, I recommend you save your breath and conserve your strength for the upcoming Blessing Ceremony. If you can’t even manage such a simple ritual, it’s likely the whole nation will think you don’t even deserve to carry the State Preceptor’s shoes."

"!" Lan Fan clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Finally, when he reopened his eyes, his gaze had regained calmness.

Looking at the strange items Chu Qianli had taken out, he suppressed his anger and asked coolly, "How are these nonsensical objects supposed to be used?"

...

The Blessing Ceremony was indeed somewhat simple, far less grand compared to those previously led by the State Preceptor.

But then, the National Advisor’s status truly couldn’t rival that of the State Preceptor. For a ceremony led by the National Advisor to be somewhat modest—people were willing to accept it.

Still, it remained uncertain when the State Preceptor would arrive.

The hearts of the people were still waiting for the State Preceptor.

For now, this ceremony conducted by the National Advisor was nothing more than a temporary patch.

However, that very night, Xinhua Village fell into chaos—and even Xi Jiu couldn’t contain it!

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