Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage-Chapter 853 - 852: Do you want to have a fight and see?

Feng Qihe was caught off guard and was pushed away by her palm, crashing heavily onto a chair.

With his mouth agape, fresh blood spurted out.

Chu Qianli was somewhat stunned, looking down at her own hand in disbelief.

Her martial arts had improved significantly, progressing unintentionally.

"Prince!" Jinghong, hearing the commotion, burst in from outside and, seeing Chu Qianli had injured Feng Qihe, drew his sword with a swish, preparing to stab at Chu Qianli.

Feng Qihe hoarsely commanded, "Stop."

Hesitating slightly, Jinghong withdrew his sword with a swish just before it could touch Chu Qianli.

"Prince, how are you?" He rushed over and helped Feng Qihe to stand.

He still regarded Chu Qianli with suspicion, ready to attack at any moment.

Feng Qihe caught his breath and then looked at Jinghong, waving his hand dismissively.

"Prince?" Was he asking him to leave again? But now, it seemed the Prince, weakened by the Poisonous Insect Poison, was no match for the woman before him.

"She is... the real Lili."

"What?" Jinghong was slow to react.

He looked at Feng Qihe, then back at Chu Qianli, yet his doubts persisted. "Prince, her martial arts seem formidable."

"Compared to Yu Linglong?" Feng Qihe had managed to stand and now sat down on a chair nearby.

Any remaining doubts had vanished after Chu Qianli’s palm strike.

It couldn’t be Yu Linglong. Where would Yu Linglong get such powerful Inner Strength?

It was this cursed girl, whose Inner Strength inexplicably surged forward each time, an utterly unpredictable force.

Jinghong still watched Chu Qianli intently.

Indeed, she seemed more formidable than Yu Linglong, but could it be that she appeared so because the Prince was injured?

"Do you want to spar with me to see?" Chu Qianli grew impatient. Fighting was the best solution, saving the need for pointless explanations.

Jinghong hesitated.

"Do you really want to fight me?" There was a hint of amusement.

After all, he was just a loyal guard.

Whether Feng Qihe was good or bad, she wouldn’t judge, but Jinghong was unquestionably devoted to Feng Qihe.

"Yu Linglong is dead, and it’s because of her death that the Prince’s Poisonous Insect Poison suddenly flared up."

Considering his loyalty to his master, Chu Qianli decided to explain further, to spare her lips some effort.

Fighting could potentially cause injury to oneself as well.

"I’ve mastered the method to remove the Poisonous Insect Poison. At this moment, if you prevent me from curing him, his vitality will continue to be devoured by the savage Poisonous Insects, and it won’t be long..."

"I was rash! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Jinghong quickly sheathed his sword and kneeled on one knee before her. "I deserve to die for my fault, but please save the Prince first."

"Bring me two basins of hot water."

At her words, Jinghong immediately rushed out.

Soon enough, he really returned swiftly with a basin of hot water in each hand.

Chu Qianli had Feng Qihe lie down on the bed, wrung a warm towel, and washed his face.

Afterward, she began to unbutton his shirt.

"To remove the Poisonous Insect Poison, you must trust me completely, because I will need to make an incision at your heart."

Jinghong, hearing this, grew anxious again.

Making an incision at the heart - if she harbored ill intentions, finding the right moment for a fatal strike, the Prince would have no chance to dodge!

Yet, Feng Qihe merely looked at Chu Qianli coolly, saying, "If I don’t trust you, death is certain. Since it’s a dead end either way, why not trust you and seek a path to life?"

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