Fù Níng, though harboring doubts, obeyed and quickly retreated from Chu Qianlí's room.
In the bedchamber, no one else remained.
Chu Qianlí set down her cup and said faintly, "Does Prince Xu enjoy the night breeze so much?"
"Are you hoping I'll smash through your roof and come down directly?" The voice from above the roof was deep, chillingly cold, as if the frigid air had instantly permeated the heart.
A flicker of something crossed Chu Qianlí's eyes.
That scoundrel's cultivation had deepened again.
He could now transmit his voice using internal energy, and others, unless he permitted them to hear, could not perceive his words at all.
Across the entire Cangqiong Continent, perhaps only a handful could achieve this.
"If I recall correctly, Prince Xu went to Nanming this time for a marriage proposal. Now you come to my room in the dead of night. Does Prince Xu not mind if this is discovered?"
"I could also say I've come to vent anger on behalf of Princess Feiyan."
Chu Qianlí clenched her fist.
Her chest felt somewhat constricted, a little suffocating.
Yet, her face betrayed no emotion.
"If you are here to vent anger on behalf of Princess Feiyan, then Your Highness should not be looking for me."
"Others may not see through your methods, but can I not understand them?"
The figure before her flickered, and Chu Qianlí couldn't discern how he had descended.
In short, she only felt a gust of wind pass by, and he was already before her.
Clad in white, it was somewhat... dazzling to her eyes.
In her memory, it seemed she had never seen Prince Xu wear white; he appeared to prefer the color black.
But tonight, he was dressed in white.
Chu Qianlí didn't realize that Feng Yè Xuán, dressed in white, could be as pure as the immortals described in books.
Handsome, tall, with a hint of indifference, a touch of arrogance, a trace of languor, and an air of aloofness that kept people a thousand miles away.
For a moment, she found it difficult to tear her gaze away.
"Miss Chu looking at me with such eyes, can I interpret this as you trying to seduce me?"
Though the words were spoken flippantly, his voice was extremely cold.
He had changed.
This was the first time she had been in such close proximity to him since she and Feng Qì Hè had joined forces to injure him last time.
It was also the first time she had been alone with him.
He had truly changed; no longer so impulsive, no longer so overbearing. Amidst his indifference, there was a hint of distance, and beneath that distance, a magical quality that made escape impossible.
It was as if he had confined her within an extremely cold net, trapping her exactly where he wished.
She could no longer see any trace of emotion in his eyes, and therefore, she could no longer understand this man before her.
"Prince Xu visits late at night, solely to avenge Chu Feiyan?"
Since she couldn't understand, she wouldn't look.
Chu Qianlí withdrew her gaze, lowering her eyelids. "Since Prince Xu is convinced it was me who injured her tonight, may I know what Prince Xu intends..."
She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist.
Speed! More terrifying than she had imagined!
In the blink of an eye, Chu Qianlí was pressed onto the table.
She couldn't even see when he had made his move.
She had only been poisoned with a soft bone powder, not had her martial arts crippled!
With her martial arts cultivation, she still couldn't see his movements clearly.
"Mmm..." The scoundrel's strength was considerable. With a single palm, he pinned her down so firmly she couldn't move.
That surge of internal energy emanated from him, pressing down directly, invisible yet powerful.
Let alone being weak all over, even in her normal state, Chu Qianlí doubted if she could break free even slightly from his net of internal energy.
No!
Not even a sliver of escape was possible!