Chu Qianli remained silent, lost in her thoughts.

Feng Yexuan was also waiting.

On the surface, he appeared calm, with no expression on his face, as if he didn’t care about her response at all.

But those familiar with him knew that at this very moment, Prince Xuan was incredibly anxious inside.

Chu Qianli continued to tend to his wounds, while his palms were already slick with sweat.

Would she forgive him?

Even though those events transpired when his consciousness was under control, in the end, it was he who carried them out himself.

All the harm originated from him.

Chu Qianli still didn’t speak, continuing to treat his injuries.

Only after she finished dealing with the knife wounds on his shoulder and arm did she stand up with the ointment.

Feng Yexuan initially thought she was leaving and was about to pull her back. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Today, he had something on his mind he must clarify with her no matter what.

If he wasn’t clear, and she left, he knew that this woman might never easily give him another chance to speak in the future.

But before his hand could reach out, Chu Qianli moved behind him with the ointment.

She wasn’t planning to leave, but rather...

Feng Yexuan’s gaze remained unchanged as he hurriedly lifted his clothes: "I’m fine!"

"Hua Rong came, right?" He didn’t want her to see the wounds on his back, but she had actually already seen them clearly when undressing him.

They were injuries inflicted by a wooden stick.

The War God Prince Xuan might be cut with knives, stabbed with swords, shot with long arrows, but he would never allow someone to strike him repeatedly with a stick.

Throughout the land, only one person could do such a thing to him.

Hua Rong.

Feng Yexuan’s fingertips tensed slightly.

He hadn’t wanted to bring up Hua Rong, knowing full well that Hua Rong was the deepest and widest gulf between them.

But if it’s not mentioned, does it cease to exist?

In the end, he simply nodded, not speaking.

Chu Qianli sat behind him and began applying medicine to his stick wounds.

After applying the ointment, she placed her palm directly on his back, gently rubbing.

Feng Yexuan closed his eyes briefly, a refreshing comfort making him almost unable to suppress a sigh.

Since the beating, his back had been burning with pain, but he hadn’t paid it any mind, just letting it hurt.

"I know Fen Ling administered hypnotism on you."

Chu Qianli’s voice suddenly floated to him as he was comfortably enjoying the sensation.

He abruptly opened his eyes wide.

"You know?"

"Not only do I know she hypnotized you, I also know that you’re afflicted with Poisonous Insect Poison."

"What did you say?" Feng Yexuan spun around, grabbing her hand abruptly: "Poisonous Insect Poison?"

This matter was unknown to him!

Chu Qianli looked at him.

This matter, he probably couldn’t even imagine.

"Poisonous Insect Blood can only be used with the blood of a close relative to administer it."

Feng Yexuan was completely rigid.

His expression, initially devoid of any trace, slowly began to show cracks.

A close relative.

He had only two close relatives left now.

One was his half-brother, Feng Jinrui.

The other was his biological mother!

Hua Rong!

His biological mother had used poison on him!

But how could he believe it? Hua Rong was the closest relative he had by blood in this world!

Why could the closest person, without any care for kinship, poison him and control him?

Why?

Why on earth?