My Lord!
How long has my lord stood here?
How much of their conversation did my lord just hear?
Does my lord know that the princess consort still wishes to leave?
Qian’er’s legs went weak with fright, and she was about to collapse.
“My Lord…”
Feng Yexuan’s expression was chilling. He waved his hand.
Qian’er looked troubled. She glanced at him, then at Chu Qianli, who was facing away from them, spreading her own bedding.
Finally, under Feng Yexuan’s extremely cold gaze, Qian’er bit her lip, lowered her head, and cautiously walked out of the room.
Feng Yexuan strode in and closed the door behind him.
“You don’t need to attend to me. Go and rest.”
Hearing footsteps behind her, Chu Qianli didn’t think much of it and casually instructed.
Feng Yexuan looked at her slender back.
He had heard almost every word of the conversation between the mistress and her servant just now.
This woman still wanted to leave!
Go to the Southern Ming Kingdom to find their National Preceptor?
How much did she know about the Southern Ming Kingdom and its National Preceptor?
Did she think the National Preceptor was someone she could meet just by wishing?
Feng Yexuan walked behind her, within arm’s reach.
He had been filled with anger.
But after looking at her frail back for a moment longer, his anger suddenly vanished.
His martial uncle had said that women were meant to be pampered.
Was it because he had been too cold to her in the past that she repeatedly wanted to leave?
“Why haven’t you gone back yet? Do you still want to persuade me?”
Chu Qianli finished spreading the quilt and stretched.
“Don’t bother persuading me. I won’t share a man with other women, so it’s useless for you to persuade me. I can’t possibly…”
“What if this prince could promise you, that in this life, he would only have you?”
“You!”
The voice from behind startled Chu Qianli, making her legs go weak. She almost knelt before him!
How could he be here? Where was Qian’er?
Chu Qianli spun around abruptly and indeed, only he was behind her.
Qian’er was nowhere to be seen. She had probably slipped away quietly while Chu Qianli was spreading the bedding!
What a disloyal wretch!
“Why… why is my lord here?” Chu Qianli forced a stiff smile.
Realizing he was too close, and that behind her was a bed that inexplicably felt intimate, she stiffened all over and quickly tried to slip away from his side.
“I’ll go and make some tea for my lord.”
But Feng Yexuan didn’t let her go at all.
As Chu Qianli took a step, her wrist was suddenly gripped, and she was pulled back by him.
“You still haven’t answered my question!” His expression was chilling.
Chu Qianli still hadn’t reacted. “What… question?”
“If this prince promises you, that in this life, he will only have you, would you then be able to wholeheartedly stay and never think of leaving the prince’s manor again?”
“Heh…”
She didn’t know how to respond because it was simply impossible.
All she could do was give a dry laugh!
But Feng Yexuan was serious, showing no signs of joking.
The five fingers gripping her wrist slowly tightened. “Answer me!”
“My Lord!” Chu Qianli didn’t want to argue with him. After all, their interactions today had been relatively calm.
However, she also didn’t want to give a false answer to this question.
“This is simply impossible. What meaning would any answer I give have?”
“Why is it impossible?” Did she truly see him as such a fickle and unfeeling person?
“My lord’s future is limitless. You should know that if you truly become the ruler, how can you not have a harem of three thousand?”
Chu Qianli took a deep breath and met his gaze. “Moreover, why would my lord give me a promise? Has my lord truly fallen for me?”