"Young Madam," the butler called out respectfully.
Ling Yan, accustomed to being the center of attention wherever she went, felt a surge of displeasure at being ignored by Feng Jin. "I truly don't understand what Grandpa was thinking, letting someone as ugly and dirty as you into the manor. What if Cousin wakes up and is scared to death again?"
"Young Madam, please watch your words. If the Old Master were to hear..."
The butler interjected, reminding her. Everyone in the manor knew how much the Old Master doted on his grandson, the young general.
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, calmly observing the young woman before her.
"Did I say something wrong?" Seeing Feng Jin's repulsive face made Ling Yan feel sick. "Someone as vulgar and crude as her dares to tarnish my cousin? Anyone in the capital who wants to marry my cousin would be better than her!"
"If I were you, I'd have some self-awareness and get out of the Grand Tutor's manor."
Feng Jin looked at her expressionlessly, her clear eyes devoid of any emotion.
She couldn't be bothered by Ling Yan's provocation. Her only desire at the moment was to check on Ling Mohan's condition in the East Courtyard.
"Are you mute? I'm talking to you, can you hear me?"
Ling Yan felt like she was punching cotton, furiously continuing her tirade. "Do you think you can get away with pretending to be a coward? I'm warning you, get as far away as you can, or don't blame me for being rude."
"My patience is limited." Feng Jin's deep eyes fell on her, her calm voice carrying a hint of chilling aura.
"Oh! So you can speak after all. Then why didn't you answer me when I was talking to you?" Ling Yan crossed her arms, her arrogance evident.
Feng Jin glanced at her indifferently, walking past her.
This action completely enraged Ling Yan, and she reached out to grab Feng Jin.
Feng Jin's body flickered, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. A cold gleam erupted from her fingertips, shooting towards Ling Yan.
Ling Yan's body stiffened abruptly, as if frozen. Her face instantly turned pale. She shrieked, "You... What did you do to me?"
"Young Madam, please show mercy to the young lady," the butler, stunned, quickly pleaded.
"She will be able to move freely in half an hour."
Feng Jin glanced at Ling Yan, tossed this sentence, and headed towards the East Courtyard.
"You b*tch, how dare you bully me! My father will never let you off! Hurry and release me..."
As the pampered daughter of the Grand Tutor's manor, Ling Yan had never suffered such humiliation. She was furious, gnashing her teeth.
"It would be better if the Young Madam released the young lady. If the Second Master finds out, he might not let this go..." The butler had not expected Feng Jin to cause trouble on her first day in the Grand Tutor's manor, and his dislike for her grew even more.
"Do you want to end up like her?" Feng Jin stopped, turning back coldly.
The butler: "..."
Without waiting for the butler's reply, Feng Jin stepped into the East Courtyard.
Because Ling Mohan disliked crowds, there were only two young servants in the courtyard. Seeing Feng Jin in her wedding attire, they quickly approached. "Young Madam."
"Stay outside and prevent anyone from disturbing us."
With that, Feng Jin entered the room, closing the door behind her.
"Guard well, and report anything that happens immediately."
The young lady was somehow frozen by this ugly woman using some sort of sorcery. The butler rushed to report this matter to the Old Master.
Feng Jin looked at the man lying on the bed. His handsome features seemed sculpted with care. He wore a white robe, without a single wrinkle, demonstrating the meticulousness of his attendants.
His skin was pale, almost translucent, likely due to prolonged lack of sunlight.
Even in his unconscious state, his noble and majestic aura was undeniable.
Feng Jin placed her hand on Ling Mohan's pulse.
This pulse...
It was weak and intermittent!
Then, Feng Jin raised her hand to his brow, and a white mist flowed from her fingertips, entering his glabella.
His breath was weak.
Ling Mohan's body was chillingly cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he had been submerged in an ice cave for years.
It was indeed the Frost Curse.
Those afflicted by this curse would initially feel as cold as ice, eventually freezing solid, shattering into water and dying, leaving no intact body behind.
It seemed he knew he was under the Frost Curse, otherwise, he wouldn't have used his internal energy to push the coldness to his legs, rendering him unable to walk.
Tsk tsk!
Feng Jin's lips curved into a slight smile. She looked at the man on the bed with amusement. How much hatred must someone have for him to use such a venomous method?
"I am saving you today. You will owe me this life-saving grace in return."
With that said, Feng Jin unfastened Ling Mohan's robe. Her wrist turned, and several silver needles appeared between her fingers.
With a wave of her sleeve, the silver needles descended in unison.
Then, Feng Jin flicked her fingers, and the thirteen silver needles emitted a 'buzzing' sound.
If a physician were present, they would surely recognize this acupuncture technique as the 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Doctor.'
Each needle targeted a vital pressure point, a method of bringing someone back from the brink of death.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
She raised her sleeve and pointed, and as all the silver needles were removed, the man's eyelids twitched slightly.
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, her reaction as expected.
*Bang!*
At that moment, the door was kicked open from the outside. The person who entered was furious. "Feng Jin, get out here!"