Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage-Chapter 1351 - 1350: Such a Princess, Such Subjects

Feng Yexuan froze briefly, then felt a sudden sharp pain on his arm.

Why do these villagers all seem to enjoy biting people?

Fortunately, this time he was wearing thick clothing, so his arm wasn’t broken by the bite.

"If you don’t trust me, I’ll remove my mask and stay here with you!"

Chu Qianli abruptly raised her hand and tore off the mask covering her face, throwing it forcefully onto the ground.

"Is this enough? If there truly isn’t a way to solve your epidemic, then I, as a princess, will stay here and face the same fate with you. Is that okay?"

The room instantly fell silent.

Feng Yexuan, unable to intercept in time, stared fixedly at her. His chest rose and fell slightly, uncertain whether it was from anger or something else.

Finally, he too tore off the mask on his own face.

"Since the Princess is willing to stay, then I, the Prince, will also remain. What do you say?"

The patients were completely stunned.

None of the physicians or guards dared to expose themselves this way before the sick.

For this was the critically ill zone. Anyone entering here not only needed to wear a mask but also had to dress in thick, peculiar clothing that wrapped them tightly from head to foot.

All precautions were taken to avoid contracting the illness.

No one could have imagined that, esteemed as they were—a princess of the realm and the noble Prince Feng Yexuan—would choose to remove their masks and stand among the infected.

"Princess..." The villager who had inadvertently bitten Feng Yexuan let go in fright and retreated several steps.

Even his abdominal pain seemed to subside momentarily from sheer shock.

Suddenly, his legs gave way, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground.

"Princess, Prince, Princess... boo-hoo-hoo..."

A dignified man broke into tears.

His abdomen still throbbed with pain, and his heart weighed heavily.

If the Princess contracted the illness because of this, how could they ever face the Imperial Family of Nanming? How could they ever face this Jiangshan?

"Princess... Long live the Princess..."

A child burst into weeping, kneeling down to kowtow as he cried out: "Long live the Princess! Princess... long live!"

The pain persisted—sharp, unbearable pain.

Yet their hearts swelled with sorrow and gratitude.

The Princess used her noble, priceless body to give them courage and faith.

They were nothing but humble, insignificant commoners!

They weren’t worthy!

Why would the Princess do this?

How could their Nanming Princess choose to live and die alongside them!

"Princess... long live the Princess, long live..."

... Outside, not far from the house, Xi Jiu listened to the cries, sobs, and the sounds of kneeling and kowtowing within.

Unknowingly, a thin mist of tears gathered in his eyes.

This moment, this scene—he wondered if he would ever witness such an event again in this lifetime.

Indeed, he had never seen a princess like this, nor commoners like these.

Chu Qianli’s voice carried a hint of hoarseness, yet remained calm and unwavering: "Trust me, all of you will recover. You just need to endure it; endure, and it will get better!"

... That night, Chu Qianli and Feng Yexuan stayed with the patients throughout.

These were the first group of patients to undergo the medication trial, and the reactions in the critical zone were indeed severe.

In the following hour, some patients grew so ill they drifted into a half-conscious, half-delirious state.

Others—whose minds remained clearer—found themselves, by the end, collapsing onto the floor mats, tossing and turning in agony, too feeble even to rise.

The physicians were all trembling with fear, uncertain of what the future held. They didn’t even know whether they themselves might contract the epidemic tonight.

Wait.

Everyone was waiting.

Waiting for the so-called improvement the Princess had promised!

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