It was a pity, but all of it was fake, and she couldn't help but admire his acting.
Since their intentions were already clear, why continue with such pretense? It only bred resentment.
"Now that you've seen me, Young General, please return."
Feng Jin turned to leave. After only two steps, her wrist was seized.
"You are my wife. If we leave separately, won't people laugh at us?"
With that, Ling Mohan pulled Feng Jin along and walked forward.
He directly shoved her into the carriage.
"Ling Mohan, you are restricting my freedom. I can report you to the authorities."
"As you wish," Ling Mohan replied indifferently.
Last night, he had already ordered that Feng Jin not be allowed to go out alone.
He hadn't expected the household servants to disobey his orders and let Feng Jin leave the mansion.
"You..."
Feng Jin pointed at Ling Mohan, filled with anger. Suppressing her emotions, she said, "How did I not realize before that you are also a scoundrel!"
She wished he would be bedridden forever, unable to move, so he wouldn't come out to infuriate her.
Ling Mohan approached Feng Jin step by step, trapping her in his embrace.
"You... what are you doing? I warn you, we are outside. If you dare to act rashly, I will shout loudly. Let's see who is more embarrassed."
This was the main street. She didn't believe Ling Mohan would truly abandon all pretense of dignity.
"My lady..." Ling Mohan whispered into Feng Jin's ear, "I have an even more shameless side. Would you like to see it, my lady?"
After speaking, he provocatively blew a breath by Feng Jin's ear.
Feng Jin froze on the spot, a blush creeping up her cheeks. With a sudden shove, she pushed Ling Mohan away and moved to the side, putting distance between them.
"You stay away from me. Don't forget our agreement. Before our divorce, it's best we maintain a distance."
This was a critical juncture. She didn't want to get involved with Ling Mohan at this time. Otherwise, even with ten mouths, she couldn't explain things clearly.
Ling Mohan looked at Feng Jin's resolute face, feeling a surge of helplessness. He said sternly, "If you keep mentioning divorce, you will never get a divorce from me in this lifetime. You know I can do this."
Feng Jin's eyes widened. She absolutely believed that with Ling Mohan's capabilities, he could prevent her from divorcing him forever.
However, she was not one to be trifled with. She had her own ways to make Ling Mohan agree to a divorce.
The world was vast, and she hadn't had the chance to see it properly. She didn't want to be confined to a square courtyard forever, nor did she want to bow down to someone who constantly guarded and suspected her, seeing her face to face all the time. It would drive her mad.
"My mind is made up. Even if you don't agree, I have my ways."
Ling Mohan turned his head away, no longer looking at Feng Jin, his heart filled with frustration. It seemed she was determined to divorce him.
If it came to that, he might truly keep Feng Jin confined.
"Young General, Madam, we have arrived at the Prince Jing's manor," Lu Shi reported from outside the carriage.
Ling Mohan was the first to alight from the carriage and extended his hand to help Feng Jin down.
After a moment's hesitation, Feng Jin surveyed her surroundings before placing her hand in his, allowing him to help her down.
Their carriage took a shortcut, arriving at Prince Jing's manor before the sedan chair.
Feng Jin looked around the main hall but could not find Prince Jing. Not a single person from the palace was present. Even the Third Prince, known for his benevolence, was conspicuously absent.
It was hard to believe Chu Yanxi would miss such a good opportunity to showcase himself.
"What about Prince Jing? Today is his wedding day. It's understandable that his leg injury would require the Fifth Prince to escort the bride. But if he doesn't appear for the ceremony, does he expect someone else to perform it?"
Feng Jin leaned towards Ling Mohan and inquired softly. If he didn't show up for the ceremony, Lin Yuwei, a delicate woman, would surely face the guests' gossip and mockery.
After all, she had personally experienced such a situation before and did not want Lin Yuwei to go through the same thing.
As someone from modern times, she didn't pay much attention to such matters. However, for Lin Yuwei, it would be a fatal blow.
"Since Prince Jing's leg injury, he has not seen any outsiders. I doubt he will appear for such an occasion."
"If he doesn't appear today, his wedding day, what do you think the guests will say about Lin Yuwei? Have you considered that?"
Feng Jin felt indignant. In their minds, a woman's reputation was truly not worth mentioning.
"I didn't mean it that way." Ling Mohan suddenly remembered that Feng Jin had married him under the guise of a political marriage. A solitary sedan chair had carried her into the Ling manor.
There hadn't even been any guests, and they hadn't performed the ceremony.
He quickly explained, "I just meant that Prince Jing's leg injury makes it difficult for him to move. How he was before..."
"Stop it. Don't explain. No matter how much you say, it's just to conceal your inherent contempt for women."
Feng Jin shouted angrily, her pent-up fury about to erupt. She grabbed a maidservant and asked coldly, "Where is your Prince Jing?"
Startled by the sudden grab and interrogation, the maidservant blurted out without thinking, "In the Chonghua Courtyard."
Feng Jin released the maidservant's collar and headed directly towards the back courtyard.
Ling Mohan sensed a dangerous aura and quickly followed, grabbing Feng Jin's wrist. "What are you doing? We came to attend the wedding banquet. Don't cause trouble."
"How am I causing trouble? Is it wrong to go and ask Prince Jing to come out for the ceremony?"
Feng Jin shook off Ling Mohan, inquired about the location of the Chonghua Courtyard from a servant, and began searching room by room.
"Even if you find Prince Jing, he won't come out. I know Prince Jing's temperament too well. He was once so proud, and now he's like a cripple. Of course, he won't come out to be pointed at and gossiped about."
"If he doesn't come out, will the bride be the only one subjected to scrutiny and gossip? If a man cannot even face something like this, then he deserves to be crippled," Feng Jin yelled furiously. She kicked open a door, and the strong smell of alcohol hit her. A large red wedding robe lay on the floor. Looking further in, she saw a man slumped over a table, drinking morosely. Even in his dejected state, his handsome and elegant features were evident. It was likely Prince Jing, Chu Chenyi.
"Today is your wedding day. Hiding here and drinking while leaving the bride alone to face the guests is inappropriate."
The drunken man, hearing the voice, looked up and saw a man and a woman standing at the doorway.
Feng Jin, with an unfriendly expression, walked up to Chu Chenyi and sternly commanded, "Get out there and have the ceremony."
"How dare you! You think you can command me, this prince?" Chu Chenyi roared. He hadn't fallen so low as to be dictated to by a woman.