The moment Feng Jin heard the door open, she immediately leaped from her chair, grabbed the outer coat placed beside her, and began to cover her neck.
"Turn around first. I'll put on my clothes before you come in."
What a bad habit she had cultivated. Didn't he know to knock before entering a room? Bursting in so carelessly.
"Don't bother hiding. There's no part of your body I haven't seen."
Ling Mohan strode forward, walked to Feng Jin's side, and directly snatched the clothes she was using to cover herself, tossing them onto the chair.
His gaze fell upon the purple bruises on Feng Jin's fair neck. The man was momentarily stunned, completely taken aback by how things had turned out.
It served as a constant reminder of how wild things had become yesterday. The man's eyes couldn't help but darken slightly.
"What do you want now? I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless!"
Feng Jin immediately sensed Ling Mohan's abnormal state and quickly warned him, her heart pounding.
Last night, he had already worn her out to the point where she had only half a life left. Now, her whole body ached terribly. If he continued to torment her, her life would truly be in danger.
No matter what, she was determined to keep her distance from Ling Mohan today, absolutely refusing to cross any forbidden lines.
Ling Mohan cleared his throat, concealing the awkwardness on his face. He stepped forward, took Feng Jin's hand, and gently pressed her onto the chair.
"What are you doing!"
After what happened last night, Feng Jin was extremely resistant to Ling Mohan's touch and instinctively prepared to ward off his approach.
"What am I doing? I'm applying some medicine to your neck."
It couldn't go on like this indefinitely. Applying medicine would help it heal faster.
Knowing her temperament, she certainly wouldn't let Chu Qing apply the medicine, so he had to painstakingly take on the task himself.
The cool ointment applied to her skin brought instant relief. Feng Jin gradually lowered her guard, allowing Ling Mohan to apply the ointment to her skin.
"How did you apply it? This part wasn't covered..."
"And here... you missed such an obvious spot..."
"This area is badly injured, apply more here..."
Feng Jin pointed at the marks on her neck, continuously urging Ling Mohan on.
"And there?"
The man applied the medicine with great concentration, not forgetting to seek Feng Jin's opinion.
Feng Jin looked at her reflection in the mirror, examining it carefully. It seemed all areas were covered, with no missed spots.
"That's about it, we'll leave it at that for now."
Considering Ling Mohan's humble attitude, she couldn't push her luck further and make things difficult for him.
"Alright, I'll help you apply it again tonight. Two days of application should be enough to fade them considerably."
Ling Mohan studied the marks on Feng Jin's neck. He hadn't used much force last night, so why were they so severe? It must be because Feng Jin's skin was too delicate, bruising extensively at the slightest touch.
"What are you looking at!"
Feng Jin noticed the man's gaze and quickly pulled her outer coat on, questioning him with a hint of embarrassment.
Withdrawing his gaze, Ling Mohan cleared his throat and said faintly, "I didn't use that much force last night, and you..."
"Shut up, don't say another word, and don't bring up last night again."
Feng Jin's fair face flushed crimson, making her look even more shy and captivating under the candlelight.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He suppressed the urge and quickly turned away, no longer looking at Feng Jin.
"If you keep thinking nonsense, I'll... I'll smash your skull open and see what's inside your head!"
Feng Jin shouted loudly. She truly wanted to know what was inside Ling Mohan's head, always thinking about useless things day in and day out.
"I have something else to do, I'll be going now. You rest well."
After saying this, Ling Mohan left the place at lightning speed, without any hesitation.
Once the man was gone, Feng Jin went to the door and locked it securely. All she wanted now was to rest alone for a while.
Her gaze fell upon theηη (stew pot) placed on the table. She stepped forward, lifted the lid, and a faint aroma wafted into her nostrils.
She hadn't eaten much during dinner because she wanted to leave quickly. Now, smelling the aroma, her stomach instantly felt empty.
She picked up the bowl and drank it all without any reservations. The taste of the porridge was similar to what Chu Qing made.
She suddenly remembered that she had indeed asked Chu Qing to make a bowl of porridge earlier, but why had Ling Mohan brought it over?
Regardless of who made it, she had drunk it all anyway. Feeling full and satisfied was a truly good feeling, and her stomach felt much better.
Feng Jin stretched lazily. Being confined in the room felt quite good. Without realizing it, she felt a bit tired. Feng Jin no longer forced herself; since there was nothing else to do, she simply lay down on the bed for a second nap.
When she woke up again, it was already evening. Feng Jin groggily got out of bed.
Her second nap had been good, but it had also left her quite tired, with a sore back. It was quite uncomfortable.
When she went out, she deliberately chose a shawl to wrap around her neck like a scarf; it was much more comfortable than wearing a thick padded jacket.
After walking around the courtyard, Feng Jin returned to the dining hall and finally asked a question that had been on her mind for a long time: "By the way, where are Prince Jing and Princess Jing?"
"Young Madam, Prince Jing took the Princess and left in a hurry last night. The gatekeeper couldn't stop them."
Cai Qing reported. She had intended to tell the young madam about this matter today, but she hadn't even seen a shadow of the young madam, let alone reported anything.
This outcome was within Feng Jin's expectations. Finally, Chu Chenyi had been sent away, and the household would save a lot of money daily.
"Right, I asked you to record the expenses of Prince Jing's stay in our residence these past few days. Have you recorded them all?"
"Your maid has recorded them all. The account books are all here, Young Madam, please take a look."
Feng Jin glanced through the account book. Chu Qing had recorded everything very meticulously, without any oversight. It was eye-opening; the expenses incurred by Chu Chenyi and his wife these past few days were truly considerable, amounting to over ten thousand taels of silver.
"You've recorded everything. Is there anything you've missed?"
"Your maid recorded them very carefully and checked them several times. There are no missing items."
As for the young madam's instructions, she naturally treated them with utmost care, ensuring that even a single needle used from the residence was recorded.
"That's good, as long as you recorded them carefully..."