Not knowing what was going on in her mind, Chu Qianli remained silent.
Feng Yexuan is also waiting.
He looked calm on the surface, with no expression on his face. It seemed that he didn't care at all about her answer.
However, anyone who knows him well knows that Prince Xuan is feeling extremely nervous at this moment.
Chu Qianli was still treating his wounds, but his palms were already covered with fine sweat.
Will she forgive him?
Although those things happened after his consciousness was controlled, they were ultimately done by himself.
All the harm comes from him.
Chu Qianli still said nothing and was still treating his wounds.
It wasn't until the stab wounds on her shoulders and arms were treated that she took the ointment and stood up.
Feng Yexuan originally thought she was leaving and was planning to pull her back.
Today, he had something on his mind and he wanted to tell her clearly no matter what.
He couldn't tell, but if she left, he knew that this damn woman might not give him a chance to speak easily in the future.
But before he stretched out his hand, he saw Chu Qianli holding the ointment and walking around behind him.
She wasn't planning to leave, but...
Feng Yexuan's eyes did not change, and he immediately pulled up his clothes: "I'm fine!"
"Hua Rong is here, right?" He didn't want her to see the injury on his back, but she could actually see it clearly when she was taking off his clothes.
It was a wound caused by a wooden stick.
Prince Xuan, the god of war, can be chopped with knives, stabbed with swords, and shot with long arrows, but he will never let others hit him with sticks one after another.
There is probably only one person in the world who can beat him like this.
Huarong.
Feng Yexuan's fingertips tightened slightly.
Originally I didn't want to mention Hua Rong, knowing that Hua Rong was the biggest and deepest gap between the two of them.
But if we don’t mention it, does it mean it doesn’t exist?
In the end, he just nodded and said nothing.
Chu Qianli sat down behind him and began to apply medicine to his stick wound.
After applying the ointment, I put my palms directly on his back and rubbed it gently.
Feng Yexuan closed his eyes, and a sense of cool comfort made him so comfortable that he could hardly help but sigh.
After being injured, his back actually hurt all the time, but he didn't take it to heart and let it hurt at will.
"You were hypnotized by Feng Ling, I know."
Chu Qianli's voice suddenly sounded softly while Feng Yexuan was enjoying himself comfortably.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
"You know?"
"Not only do I know that she has hypnotized you, I also know that you have been poisoned."
"What did you say?" Feng Yexuan turned around suddenly and grabbed her hand: "Poison?"
He doesn't know about this!
Chu Qianli looked at him.
I'm afraid he can't even imagine this.
"Blood poison can only be poisoned by using the blood of close relatives."
Feng Yexuan was stiff all over.
His expression, which was completely blank at the beginning, gradually began to have cracks.
Close relatives.
Now, there are only two of his closest relatives left.
One is his half-brother, Feng Jinrui.
The other one is his biological mother!
Huarong!
His biological mother had poisoned him!
But how could he believe it? Hua Rong is the closest and dearest person to him among the people he has blood relations with in this world!
Why can the person who is the dearest and dearest to him have no regard for family affection and can poison him and control him?
