Chu Qianli did not answer Fulong’s question.
She had only roughly checked Feng Wuya’s pulse, and she was not yet clear about the specific stage of his illness.
However, heart disease, which was a terminal illness in ancient times, was not that difficult to treat in modern times.
“By the way, Wuchenzi also mentioned another possibility back then…”
“What possibility?” Chu Qianli’s curiosity was inexplicably ignited.
She was very curious about Wuchenzi.
He had an ethereal and immortal demeanor, but she didn’t know what kind of person he truly was.
Fulong thought for a moment before saying, “I heard that when Wuchenzi divined for Prince Xiaoyao back then, he said that he would not live past twenty-five, unless…”
“Unless?”
“Yes, unless.” Fulong nodded.
Many people in the palace knew this legend.
Having worked by the Emperor’s side for so many years, he knew quite a bit about the legends and secret histories of the royal family.
“Unless what?” Chu Qianli asked curiously.
Fulong shrugged and shook his head, “He didn’t say.”
Chu Qianli almost rolled her eyes.
If she hadn’t been in a bad mood recently, she would have cursed him.
However, after seeing Fulong tonight, her gloomy heart finally found a glimmer of brightness.
People always needed friends.
Without friends, one would be unable to move forward.
“Forget it, when I have a chance in the future, I’ll go to him…”
But then she thought it was a bit ridiculous.
A doctor’s duty was to save lives and heal the injured.
But had this royal family not hurt her deeply enough?
“I know you have deep resentment towards the royal family, but,” Fulong looked at her earnestly, “Prince Xiaoyao is different from other members of the royal family.”
“He is quiet and detached, uninvolved in worldly affairs, and a good person.”
“Mm.” But she only nodded, without expressing her stance.
Whether to save Feng Wuya or not, she would decide later.
Moreover, he was a member of the royal family.
And many members of the royal family had strong opinions about her, and they might not even allow her to treat him.
Why think so much?
“Fulong, I have no one by my side.” She dropped the topic of Feng Wuya.
Fulong also knew how badly she had been bullied by the royal family.
It would be difficult for her to save a member of the royal family.
However, the palpitation illness that even Wuchenzi could not cure might not be curable even by Ah Li.
If she couldn’t cure it, or even worsened the patient’s condition, she would be blamed.
It was also good to protect herself.
“I’ll help you arrange it, but Prince Xuan is not so easily deceived, so you must be cautious.”
“Okay.” Chu Qianli nodded, then suddenly remembered something and took out a small item from her bracelet.
“Fulong, I’ll give you something.”
“What is this?” Fulong took it and couldn’t understand.
“A voice recorder.”
… After introducing the usage of the voice recorder to Fulong, Fulong left with the small pen, full of interest.
Ah Li always had so many novel things, each one making people reluctant to part with it.
With this voice recorder, there would be no need for written notes for future communication.
Nor would there be any fear of secrets being revealed.
After all, the steps to unlock the voice recorder were somewhat complicated, and ordinary people would never figure it out.
After seeing Fulong off, Chu Qianli collapsed on the bed and soon fell into a daze.
It wasn’t until she clearly felt a chill approaching her face that she suddenly opened her eyes.
He was dressed in black, which was somewhat out of character for his usual style.
“Is Your Highness also planning a jailbreak?” she yawned and then leisurely sat up.
“Don’t you have anything to say to this King?” Feng Yexuan stood by her bed.
He had arrived without making any sound.
That icy aura would have terrified anyone else.
“Prince Xiaoyao had a palpitation episode, and I happened to encounter it, so…”
“You know he has a palpitation illness?”
“I am a doctor; I know as soon as I take his pulse.”
Her sincere explanation was indeed beyond Feng Yexuan’s expectations.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her face.
Her face was calm, and there was no sign of dissatisfaction or resentment.
“Are you not angry at all that this King left you behind?”
“Prince Xiaoyao’s condition was critical at the time, and you were in a hurry to take him back for treatment, which is understandable.”
Chu Qianli pushed aside the quilt, got out of bed, and put on her boots.
“Besides, you know that Fulong has people in the heavenly prison, and Fulong will definitely not let me suffer.”
“Therefore, it is reasonable to resolve Prince Xiaoyao’s matters first and then come back to take me away.”
“You are quite certain that this King will come to take you away.” Feng Yexuan’s gaze was fixed on her clothes.
Although her clothes were a bit wrinkled, they were neatly worn, clearly indicating that she was prepared to leave at any time.
This woman… he couldn’t quite describe his feelings at this moment.
He was unhappy that she was always so prescient, even able to figure out his thoughts.
But he was also comfortable interacting with her because of her intelligence, requiring no explanations or unnecessary chatter.
Interacting with her was indeed very pleasant.
Whether he was happy or not, these things were no longer important.
He turned and walked outside.
Chu Qianli followed him, swaggering out of the heavenly prison.
The jailers, upon seeing the Prince, trembled.
The Prince was here to break her out of prison; should they stop him or let him pass?
In the end, they naturally let him pass. Who would dare to stop him?
Unless the Emperor issued a death order, otherwise… it was better not to get involved in this father and son’s affairs.
They quickly went to report to Eunuch Qing.
Feng Yexuan took Chu Qianli out of the heavenly prison and then out of the imperial palace.
The journey was unimpeded.
He mounted his horse and extended his hand to her.
Chu Qianli placed her hand in his palm, was gently pulled by him, and leaped onto the horse.
A gust of evening wind blew, and Chu Qianli couldn’t help but shrink back.
The wind of late autumn had begun to feel chilly.
Feng Yexuan pulled open his robe and wrapped her in it.
He lowered his head and could see her palm-sized little face, glowing with a soft luster under the dim moonlight.
“Are you really not angry?”
“Just a little helpless.”
“So, you are still angry?”
Chu Qianli furrowed her brow slightly and looked up, meeting his gaze, “Your Highness, what do you want me to say?”
Feng Yexuan didn’t know what he wanted her to say either.
If she wasn’t angry, he felt uneasy, as if this woman didn’t care at all about his attitude towards her.
But if she was angry, he still felt uncomfortable, because she didn’t understand him.
“When did Your Highness also become so sentimental?” she couldn’t help but sigh softly.
“Should I exclaim that being by your side is like accompanying a tiger?”
He remained silent, his expression perpetually cold.
He urged his horse, and the horse immediately galloped away like an arrow.
Before long, they arrived at a certain mansion.
Chu Qianli looked up, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Feng Yexuan bringing her here was somewhat unexpected.