CHAPTER 1378: CHAPTER 1377: DEAD WOMAN, SHE DOESN’T BELIEVE IN HIS ABILITIES AGAIN!

"I understand." Chu Lingyang listened to Chu Qianli completely.

He said, "Everything is ready. We’re just waiting for the Princess to give the order to depart. Everything has been prepared..."

"Second Royal Uncle, I don’t plan to make a grand return. Tonight, it will just be you, me, and... Prince Yexuan, taking the lead."

Chu Lingyang was slightly dazed but quickly nodded, "Understood. Then I will continue instructing the others to prepare for tomorrow’s return trip. No one will notice anything unusual."

"Alright, Second Royal Uncle, wait for me." Chu Qianli waved her hand.

Chu Lingyang knew she had many things to handle.

To leave, medicine and provisions must be prepared thoroughly, and arrangements must be made, or else the Princess could not leave with peace of mind.

Without disturbing her, he returned, and everything remained as usual.

Chu Qianli continued to prepare the medicine until near midnight, when she finally stepped out of her room.

Unexpectedly, as she raised her head, she saw a familiar figure not far away.

She frowned slightly and walked briskly toward him. "Prince Yexuan?"

She had intended to go and find him, but unexpectedly, he had arrived tonight.

"When are we departing?" Feng Yexuan spoke straight to the point, without a single wasted word.

Chu Qianli felt a mix of emotions.

This man—if he could always be an ally, how good would that be?

No one wished to be his enemy.

"Midnight," she answered.

Feng Yexuan considered briefly—only an hour remained until midnight.

"Very well, wait for a moment. I’ll go fetch something."

"Prince." As he turned to leave, Chu Qianli seemed to notice something and followed him for two steps. "Did you... go to the moat’s breach tonight?"

His outer robe was dry, but his inner clothes carried traces of dampness.

Not to mention his hair—it was dry, yet as he turned, a strand of his long hair had a smear of mud clinging to it.

He went to the moat’s breach himself!

Feng Yexuan turned back to glance at her, his thin lips slightly moving, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated.

"You’re afraid that if you didn’t go, I would go myself?"

"Ridiculous! Why would I care about what you do?" Feng Yexuan huffed coldly.

Chu Qianli didn’t want to argue with him; this man’s mouth never uttered pleasant words.

But she knew his heart—at least for now—was aligned with goodwill toward her.

"Fine, I know what you care about is the truth."

She offered him a way out, saving him from the embarrassment of possibly flaring up later.

Yet unexpectedly, Feng Yexuan’s gaze softened as he looked at her at that moment.

This insufferable woman—it seemed she wasn’t entirely unyielding or always pressing him.

Occasionally, she... understood consideration for others.

Thus, his anger dissipated.

Turning back, he suddenly extended his hand, handing her an object.

"This is..."

"Tonight, not only did I visit the moat, I tracked down the Medicine Man from that night and went to Medicine Man Valley."

"You’re insane!" Those people might know Illusion Techniques.

Having been hypnotized and subjected to poison previously, his resistance to Illusion Techniques would be weakened.

If it weren’t for Lan Fan casting an Illusion Technique on him that day, he wouldn’t have almost fallen under its spell.

But Feng Yexuan wasn’t aware of this himself.

He only knew that this infuriating woman didn’t believe in his capabilities.

"This thing was taken from the commander in Medicine Man Valley. Give it to your master; perhaps he will know what it is."

It appeared to be a token.

Chu Qianli wasn’t very familiar with Nanming’s affairs, but judging by the circumstances—it seemed—could her father know who this item belonged to?