Her body held too many mysteries, each one drawing him in, making him want to uncover them all.
Feng Jin pulled the silver needle from his neck, "I will divorce you once your legs are healed."
She never wanted to marry him. Once everything here was settled, she would naturally leave.
Ling Mohan's expression turned grim. When he heard Feng Jin mention divorce, his heart felt as if a piece was missing, a dull ache spreading through him, an unspeakable discomfort.
"Young General, the person has been sent away," Lu Shi quickly reported after escorting Feng Ruoyan away.
After a long pause, Ling Mohan said in a deep voice, "Pass down the order. From now on, no one from the Feng family is allowed to step into the Ling manor!"
"Young General, this..."
Considering the current marital ties between the Ling and Feng families, forbidding Feng family members from visiting would surely tarnish the Ling family's reputation.
"Do as I say!" He could see how much Feng Jin detested her family. If the Feng family kept showing up, Feng Jin might do something out of line.
"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!"
Feng Jin paused her movements with the medicinal herbs, "The Young General also has the habit of being a gentleman thief."
As the words fell, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Ling Mohan entered with a dark expression.
He himself didn't know why he had come here on impulse.
"The Young General's steps are as swift as the wind. Your legs must have already healed, so there's no need for..."
"Who said that? My legs still ache terribly every night. The lingering poison in my body hasn't been completely cleared!"
Recalling Feng Jin's words that she would leave once his legs were healed, Ling Mohan directly stated that his legs had not improved.
Feng Jin placed three fingers on the man's wrist. His pulse was strong and vigorous, and the cold poison within him had been cleared. After resting for these days, his legs should have improved. How could they still ache as he described?
Had her treatment method gone wrong?
Feng Jin pressed slightly harder on his acupoint with two fingers, "How does it feel?"
"It's slightly numb."
An intense pain spread through his entire leg. Ling Mohan felt as though this leg was no longer his own, until it lost all sensation.
"Impossible!" Feng Jin released his acupoint. She had used all her strength with that single finger; logically, he should have been in unbearable pain, not just numbness...
Was her medical skill deteriorating, or was Ling Mohan unable to feel pain?
The pain in his leg subsided. Ling Mohan slightly moved his legs. If Feng Jin didn't stop, he wouldn't be able to pretend any longer.
"Take off your pants!"
Ling Mohan felt a wave of embarrassment. Couldn't Feng Jin speak more delicately?
However, her hands were already skillfully exposing his legs.
Feng Jin approached Ling Mohan with a small knife.
"You... what are you doing?" Ling Mohan felt a chill run down his spine. Feng Jin's gaze was truly terrifying, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
"What do you think?"
A terrifying smile played on Feng Jin's lips as she gestured with the knife back and forth on Ling Mohan.
Finally, it stopped and began to move downwards.
"Feng Jin, you..."
Ling Mohan felt a chill on his exposed legs and reached for the quilt to cover himself.
"Look how scared you are. What did the Young General think I was going to do to you?"
Feng Jin suddenly lowered her head, pressing close to Ling Mohan. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.
Ling Mohan's gaze swept over Feng Jin. The blemishes on her face seemed to have faded considerably, her skin was fair, and there was an indescribable scent emanating from her, lingering in his nostrils.
"Young General, why is your face red?" She was truly innocent. Just being this close made him so shy.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ling Mohan realized his own lapse in composure and reached out to push Feng Jin away.
His hand brushed against something incredibly soft.
His mind jolted, and a surge of blood rushed to his temples. Ling Mohan's face instantly turned crimson, even the roots of his ears flushed red. He quickly withdrew his hand.
Feng Jin also blinked slightly. As a girl, a hint of awkward blush crept onto her face. She cleared her throat and feigned calmness, "It's a freshly made ointment. I... I'll apply it for you."
With that, she reached out and lifted the quilt covering his legs.
Feng Jin's hands trembled slightly as she reached for his legs. She had only brought the knife to shave off the hair on his legs to facilitate the ointment application.
Despite the simplicity of the action, Feng Jin's hands could not stop shaking slightly.
She quickly applied the medicine and wrapped it with a bandage.
"It's applied. You can't move for five hours, or I'll have someone carry you back."
After applying the ointment, Feng Jin regretted it. She had forgotten about the instruction not to move after applying the medicine.
She couldn't just let Ling Mohan stay in her room. Where would she sleep that night?
"We are husband and wife. Are you trying to let outsiders know that we have marital discord by making such a fuss about sending me away late at night?"
Ling Mohan's tone held a hint of anger. Did this woman dislike him so much that she kept mentioning sending him away?
"You... why are you taking off your clothes?" Feng Jin stopped him from unbuttoning his outer robe.
"To sleep!"
Ling Mohan replied resolutely. He couldn't move for another five hours. If he didn't sleep in the bed, was he supposed to sit all night?
The man sprawled out, occupying her bed as if it were rightfully his.
Only then did Feng Jin realize she had nowhere to sleep that night.
With the bed occupied by Ling Mohan, she had no habit of sharing a bed with others.
She scanned the room. There was no place to sleep. The table was too small, and the floor was too hard – neither was suitable for sleeping.
She wished she had placed a soft couch in the room.
After sitting on a chair for a long time, Feng Jin's gaze fell on the only bed. After a moment of hesitation, she stood up and solemnly walked towards the bed.
No one could resist the temptation of a bed. Fortunately, this bed was quite large, and it wouldn't be a problem to fit two people.
Crossing over Ling Mohan, Feng Jin lay down on the inner side, fully clothed, and turned her head to glance at the man beside her.
She had to admit, this man was truly good-looking. It was no wonder so many women flocked to him. He was truly a cause of trouble for women, she thought to herself.
Perhaps it was due to exhaustion or the calming incense, but Feng Jin fell into a deep sleep shortly after lying down.
"Are you telling the truth?" Madam Sun asked, her face full of surprise.
"It's true! I was kicked out! Even Brother Mohan stood on the side of that little slut, Feng Jin!"
Feng Ruoyan had never suffered such humiliation. All of this was thanks to the Feng family.
She would make sure Feng Jin paid sooner or later, or her hatred would never be appeased.
"Mother, think of a way to get rid of Feng Jin. I want to see her die."
Madam Sun twisted her handkerchief, "Yan'er, remain calm!"
"Mother, she's already stepping all over me, and you still tell me to remain calm? I can't endure such immense humiliation!"
She had a premonition that Feng Jin would become the biggest obstacle to her ascending the throne of Empress.