On the bed, a strange man was half-undressed, his face flushed red. The woman sat beside him, her slender, pale fingers gently pressing against his front.
The scene was undeniably vivid and intoxicating.
Ye Tinglan, upon returning from the Ink Prince's manor, stumbled upon this very situation. His handsome face darkened considerably, and he felt as though he were turning utterly green with envy!
He had only lingered there for half a moment longer, and this woman had been relentlessly pushing him away. Now, after a trip back to the manor, she had brought other men to his very bed!
Moreover, assuming she had returned to the General's manor, she had been so brazen as to not even have maids stand guard outside!
Simply damnable!
Ye Tinglan stared intently at the two figures on the bed, veins bulging on his forehead, his dark eyes burning with rage.
"Feng Yinwan, daring to openly steal lovers, do you take this prince for dead?!"
Feng Yinwan's silver needle had yet to fall when she was suddenly roared at, momentarily stunned.
Steal lovers?
What was he talking about?
Following Ye Tinglan's ravenous gaze, she finally realized that her action of sealing Song Qingan's pulse points could indeed easily lead to misunderstanding.
Pausing for a moment, she quickly said, "Your Highness, please let me explain..."
Before she could finish, Ye Tinglan had already moved like a phantom to the bedside. One glance at Song Qingan's face, and his complexion immediately turned ashen.
"Song Qingan."
These three words were as cold as if they had been spat out from between his teeth.
Feng Yinwan shivered from the chill emanating from him. Before she could speak, her neck was grabbed.
"Feng Yinwan, you even covet your own sister's husband. Are you so unable to endure loneliness?!"
Rage churned in his chest.
Ye Tinglan struck the unconscious Song Qingan off the bed with a palm, his voice chillingly cold, devoid of any pity.
"Since you desire men so much, this prince will fulfill your wish!"
As the words fell, Feng Yinwan was pinned to the bed. Realizing what Ye Tinglan intended, she immediately struggled.
"Let go..."
Her voice, when she spoke, was unexpectedly sweet and alluring.
Feng Yinwan froze, suddenly sensing a warmth quietly rising from within her, rapidly spreading throughout her body!
Just as she thought, "This is bad," Ye Tinglan, staring at her tantalizing lips, his gaze darkened intensely.
His tall frame loomed over her. Feng Yinwan tried to struggle, but as her fingertips touched Ye Tinglan's slightly cool waist, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around him. Her words of refusal, at this moment, turned into soft moans.
Playing hard to get!
Ye Tinglan's movements faltered, then he mercilessly tore off her clothes.
There was no expected resistance, and the bedding was clean, with no trace of blood.
Even though Ye Tinglan, with his years of military experience, had never been intimate with a woman, he could clearly discern at this moment:
Feng Yinwan was not a virgin!
In an instant, he was consumed by rage once more.
This woman truly had a lover!
A scarlet glint flashed in his eyes, and Ye Tinglan's last shred of restraint vanished. He was as rough as if he intended to tear apart the person beneath him.
Feng Yinwan was forced to bear his fury. Before consciousness faded, she inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.
...
When Feng Yinwan woke again, her body felt as though it had been run over by a cart, aching terribly.
Ye Tinglan was long gone from the room. Furthermore, the previously unconscious Song Qingan had also disappeared.
Before she could sort out her thoughts, a commotion arose from outside.
"Young Master Song and I were admiring flowers in the back garden. Because my clothes got wet from the tea, I returned to my room to change. Who knew he would take advantage of my absence to do such a thing to Elder Sister!"
"This is in the General's manor, Father! He is so hypocritical, daring to act like this even within our residence. If I were to marry him, what would become of me!"
Feng Yiyi recounted emotionally, her brows furrowed with feigned concern.
"Just now, the Ink Prince left in a huff. I suppose he must have discovered this matter in the room, which is why..."
She glanced down at Old General Feng and stopped speaking.
When they had arrived earlier, they had encountered Ye Tinglan emerging from the room with a dark expression, tossing them a parting remark, "A fine daughter Old General Feng has raised," before storming off.
Inside the room, only Song Qingan, disheveled, and Feng Yinwan, unconscious, remained.
Feng Yiyi had naturally assumed that Ye Tinglan had discovered the affair, hence his angry departure.
Old General Feng frowned and was about to speak when a faint sound came from the bedroom.
"Go see if Wan'er has woken up."
Upon hearing this, Yuping hurried inside. Upon entering, she saw Feng Yinwan slumped by the bedside and immediately stepped forward to help her up.
"Miss."
She had originally been ordered to tidy up the courtyard where Ye Tinglan had stayed. Who knew that before she left, everything was fine, and upon her return, such a thing had happened.
Seeing Feng Yinwan's pale face, a result of her ordeal, her eyes immediately reddened.
"It's all my fault, Master. If I hadn't returned so late, this would never have happened!"
She bit her lip, blaming herself endlessly. Feng Yinwan, still very weak, shook her head feebly.
"Help me change first."
When she spoke, her voice was hoarse.
Her clothes had already been torn by Ye Tinglan, and now they hung loosely, like rags.
Seeing this, Yuping quickly helped her sit down and turned to fetch clothes.
After changing and taking a sip of tea, Feng Yinwan had recovered some strength and gestured for Yuping to open the door and let them in.
As soon as the door opened, Old General Feng and Feng Jingyuan rushed in anxiously.
"Wan'er!"
Feng Yinwan nodded. Before she could speak, Feng Yiyi had already craned her neck forward.
"Elder Sister, you're awake?"
"I truly never expected Young Master Song to be such a person. Coveting Elder Sister is one thing, but to dare..."
"So bold and reckless, Father must punish him severely, never let him off lightly!"
Her words effectively confirmed that Song Qingan had defiled Feng Yinwan.
Feng Yinwan felt a headache listening to her incessant chatter. She glanced at the currently restrained Song Qingan beside them and curled her lips.
"Second Sister's words imply that Young Master Song did something to this Princess?"
Feng Yiyi was taken aback by her question, "Wasn't it?"
Realizing her slip of the tongue, she quickly added.
"Earlier, we searched for Young Master Song everywhere and couldn't find him, but we encountered the Ink Prince at the base of the embroidered building. The Prince looked displeased and left in a hurry. After that, we entered the room and found Young Master Song, disheveled and unconscious, in Elder Sister's boudoir..."
She glanced at the ambiguous red marks on Feng Yinwan's neck and feigned sadness, "Elder Sister, no one expected this to happen. Please don't despair."
Feng Yinwan rolled her eyes and coldly glared at her, "What can a person do when they're unconscious? You have such a rich imagination!"
Song Qingan was still unconscious.
She had originally intended to use needles to save him, but this situation had arisen, so it was normal for him not to be awake.
Feng Yiyi did not believe it, "Then Elder Sister, what is this..."
Under Feng Yiyi's suspicious gaze, Feng Yinwan boldly straightened her neck slightly.
"This Princess and the Prince are husband and wife. Between husband and wife, there's no need for such excessive reservations, is there?"
Although she was reluctant to admit it, she had to bring Ye Tinglan into this now.
Upon hearing this, Feng Yiyi looked as if she had seen a ghost.
"Elder Sister claims this was the Ink Prince's doing? But we just encountered the Ink Prince at the base of the embroidered building, and he seemed quite angry."
This bitch actually claimed that the person she was with moments ago was Ye Tinglan.
Was she trying to deceive a bastard?!