The answer, of course, was no!
If she told them the truth, what would she play then?
Therefore, under Zhao Wusan's eager gaze, Feng Yinwan cleared her throat and put on a stern face.
"Considering you brothers are sensible and sincere, this princess will spare you this time. Rest assured, you will recover in an hour or two."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wusan immediately kowtowed gratefully, "Thank you, eldest young lady, thank you, eldest young lady!"
Feng Yinwan nodded, "Quickly take your brother and leave. As for what happened just now..."
"I absolutely won't mention a single word!"
Zhao Wusan responded with great tact and quickly helped Zhao Wuyi to leave in a hurry.
Meanwhile, Feng Yinwan looked in the direction of Yilan Courtyard, her eyes growing colder.
Feng Yiyi, Feng Yiyi, even from a distance, you insist on getting involved. I really have no choice but to teach you a lesson!
She sneered, tidied her skirts, and headed straight for Yilan Courtyard.
...
Yilan Courtyard.
Feng Yiyi, having eaten her fill, was leaning by the window, looking towards the Embroidered Building.
For a long time, no lights appeared. She privately thought her plan had succeeded and couldn't help but feel smug.
Hmph, let that slut complain and say sarcastic remarks. Let's see how arrogant she can be now!
Biyun, carrying a basin of water, approached, "Miss, it's getting late. Let this servant help you wash up."
Feng Yiyi nodded, her gaze reluctantly shifting from the Embroidered Building, her heart filled with jealousy and resentment.
Both are daughters, why does that slut Feng Yinwan get to live in the luxurious and comfortable Embroidered Building, while she can only live in the ordinary Yilan Courtyard!
That slut is already married, yet Father still keeps a place for her, showing no intention of letting me move in at all!
Thinking again of what happened in the dining hall today, Feng Yiyi grew more and more annoyed. She was furious, angrily threw down the wet cloth, and flopped onto the couch.
Seeing this, Biyun knew not to provoke her. She picked up the basin and went out.
As the night deepened, the manor gradually fell silent. Feng Yiyi was sleeping soundly when the room door was suddenly kicked open.
She groggily sat up, and before she could see clearly, three slaps, carrying the force of the wind, landed heavily on her face.
"Ah—"
Feng Yiyi cried out and fell off the couch. Biyun then rushed in, clutching her stomach.
"Miss! Are you alright!"
Feng Yinwan coldly watched the master and servant's deep affection. She lifted the bedding on the couch and sat down, gathering her skirts.
"Feng Yiyi, how dare you."
Hearing the voice, Feng Yiyi recognized her. Her body trembled violently, and she instantly sobered up.
"It... it's you!"
Three red slap marks were still on her face, but even so, they couldn't hide the fact that she was ashen with fear.
Feng Yinwan curved her lips, looking down at her from above, "What, didn't expect this?"
"How can you be here!"
"Then where should I be? In the beggar's den outside the back door?"
"You...!"
Feng Yiyi's body trembled again at these words, her fear beyond words.
She shivered like a sieve, stiffly pulled at her lips, "Elder sister, what are you talking about? Yiyi doesn't understand."
"Don't understand?"
Feng Yinwan sneered, "Then you should understand Zhao Wusan and Zhao Wuyi, right?"
"To knock me unconscious and throw me outside the back door into the beggar's den, so I would know my place and recognize who the eldest young lady of the General's Mansion is?"
She glanced at her coldly, Feng Yinwan picked up the jade ruyi at hand and smashed it down on her head.
"Feng Yiyi, you've got quite an attitude."
The jade ruyi hit her forehead squarely, instantly causing a bruise. The pain made Feng Yiyi gasp, her face turning deathly pale.
Seeing this, Biyun lunged forward, but was stopped by Feng Yinwan throwing a pillow at her. Her eyes flashed, and she scrambled up and rushed out.
Feng Yinwan naturally knew she was going to fetch reinforcements, but she intended to make a big fuss about this matter.
"Elder sister, I didn't..."
Feng Yiyi cried softly, covering her forehead, "It must be that they held a grudge against you and didn't dare to bear the blame themselves, so they pushed it onto me!"
"Is that so?"
"It must be!"
As Feng Yiyi said this, she crawled forward on her knees and grabbed Feng Yinwan's skirt.
"Elder sister, don't you know me? We are both Father's daughters. I would never plot such a wicked scheme to harm you!"
She didn't seem to fear biting her tongue as she said this.
Feng Yinwan lowered her eyes, grabbed her collar, "Feng Yiyi, two men were no match for me. Do you think it would be difficult for me to deal with you?"
"Elder sister..."
She wanted to speak again, but Feng Yinwan flung her away, her body falling to the ground. At the same time, a crisp "ding" sound rang out on the ground.
Feng Yiyi seemed to remember something suddenly, and her expression changed instantly.
Seeing her reach out to cover it, Feng Yinwan narrowed her beautiful eyes and pulled her arm, dragging her away.
"What are you hiding?"
"N-nothing."
Feng Yiyi guiltily tried to tuck her hand behind her back, but her wrist was firmly held by Feng Yinwan, making it impossible to move.
Feng Yinwan glanced over and immediately saw a jade green on her wrist. She was slightly startled, and her eyes darkened.
"Feng Yiyi, who gave you the courage to touch my mother's things!"
This jade bracelet inlaid with gold flowers was clearly a relic of the original body's mother!
Seeing that she had been discovered, Feng Yiyi's face turned pale again. "I..."
She kept shaking her wrist, trying to break free, but before she could finish "I," a faint medicinal scent wafted into her nostrils. Feng Yinwan's heart skipped a beat, and her delicate brows furrowed.
Medicinal scent?
That smell again!
Suddenly remembering the incident in Ruiqing Hall where she had wet her dress, Feng Yinwan tightened her grip, and coldness gathered on her pretty face.
"Feng Yiyi, you stole my sachet, didn't you?"
Her tone carried a hint of chilling murderous intent, even colder than before. Caught off guard by her sudden question, Feng Yiyi went cold and froze.
"W-what sachet? I don't know!"
"Don't know?"
Feng Yinwan's phoenix eyes stared at her, her red lips curving coldly, "Then let me remind you."
"That day in Ruiqing Hall, you deliberately spilled tea on my skirt. What was that for?"
"I..."
Feng Yinwan's questions came one after another, sharp and direct to the truth. Feng Yiyi was so panicked that she couldn't cope.
She trembled and could only repeat "I don't know." Seeing that she was about to be driven mad, a team of hurried footsteps approached from outside.
"Madam, it's inside!"
The voice of the head maid, Biyun, sounded first, and then Madam Yu rushed in, "Yiyi..."
Upon seeing the dishevelled Feng Yiyi on the ground, Madam Yu immediately cried out in anguish.
"Oh, my daughter! Yinwan, are you trying to beat your sister to death!"