CHAPTER 1383: CHAPTER 1382: LAST NIGHT, SHE CALLED HIM YEXUAN

Feng Yexuan merely looked at Ding Chen coldly, his lips tightly pressed together, not uttering a single word.

Yet, from Ding Chen’s eyes, he could see a deep affection for Yuxing.

When did this happen?

But at this moment, his own feelings were indescribably heavy.

However, there was one point on which he was unwavering: "You don’t trust her, but I, as the Prince, do!"

...

A sleepless night.

In the latter half of the night, Chu Lingyang arrived, initially assuming he would leave together with Chu Qianli to begin their journey back to the Imperial City.

Unexpectedly, such a drastic turn of events occurred here.

It was said that the Princess was inside, rescuing someone.

Who she was rescuing, nobody knew.

Feng Yexuan was unwilling to explain, exuding an air of cold, steely detachment.

As for the man named Ding Chen, one of the Four Slayers under the command of Prince Xuan, Chu Lingyang naturally recognized him.

But it only made him more puzzled.

Standing under a tree, his body covered in blood, fists still dripping, his entire being radiated despair, his lifeless eyes heavy with grief.

It was as if... as if he had lost his wife.

Chu Lingyang didn’t ask much either and could only station himself right outside the Princess’s door.

This vigil lasted the entire night.

By the time daylight broke the next morning, Chu Qianli’s door finally opened.

Ding Chen rose to his feet, dejected, and walked to the corridor.

He didn’t inquire, didn’t investigate, and didn’t even want to say a word.

No matter what excuse Chu Qianli might offer, he neither hated nor blamed her anymore.

All he wanted was to bring Yuxing’s body back and ensure she was laid to rest.

All he wanted was to keep Yuxing’s peace undisturbed.

"Princess." Chu Lingyang quickly approached her, still unclear about the specifics of the situation.

However, it was obvious that Chu Qianli was exuding an aura of exhaustion, her fatigued state unmistakable—surely she hadn’t rested properly the previous night.

Feng Yexuan was also eyeing Chu Qianli; though he said nothing, his gaze lingered on the dark circles under her eyes.

He had been busy with her for so long but had never seen her looking this drained.

Last night, what exactly...

"Alive." Before Feng Yexuan could speak, Chu Qianli broke the silence first.

Her voice was hoarse and heavy.

A flicker of light swept across Feng Yexuan’s eyes.

Ding Chen abruptly lifted his head, staring intently at her face: "Chu Qianli..."

"Still alive, but in poor condition. I don’t know when she’ll wake up."

"Chu, Miss Chu..." Ding Chen was uncertain—was she lying to him?

But last night, Yuxing had clearly stopped breathing. How could this be possible?

"If you want to see her, you can, but you’ll need to be disinfected."

Chu Qianli stepped forward and pulled out a strange item from who knows where, resembling an oversized bottle.

"Stand still."

This command rooted Ding Chen to the spot, completely motionless.

He didn’t even dare to breathe too hard.

Chu Qianli sprayed at him furiously.

Ding Chen had no idea what she was spraying—it smelled rather unpleasant.

But in order to be permitted to see Yuxing, he was willing to endure anything, even this stench—it was nothing in comparison.

Only when Chu Qianli declared him ready did Ding Chen rush into the room without hesitation.

Afterward, Chu Qianli looked at Feng Yexuan: "The Prince must be disinfected as well."

Feng Yexuan said nothing, but an inexplicable discomfort welled within him.

Last night, she didn’t address him as "Prince," but just "Yexuan."

Still, Yuxing had survived—that mattered more than anything. He, too, wanted to see her.

Before Chu Qianli could finish disinfecting Feng Yexuan, Ding Chen, who had already entered, suddenly rushed out.

He looked at Feng Yexuan, then at Chu Qianli. In the next moment, he knelt on the ground with a resounding thud: "Thank you, Miss Chu! Thank you!"