"Miss Qin, please."
As she spoke, she extended the teacup to Qin Rulian. Ye Tinglan's brows furrowed again at the sight.
"Feng Yinwan, is this the attitude you show when apologizing?"
Feng Yinwan cursed Prince Ye a hundred times in her heart, and while doing so, bowed her body and held the teacup above her head.
"Miss Qin, it was this consort's fault earlier, my words were a bit harsh. I beg you to put aside past grievances and not pursue it."
Qin Rulian looked at her submissive posture and for a moment, it felt as if their statuses had been swapped. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
She let out a smug hum and reached out to take the teacup.
However, before she could utter the pleasantries on her lips, a cup of hot tea was directly splashed towards her. The scalding tea instantly turned her into a drenched hen.
Feng Yinwan's lips curved into a smile as she slowly straightened up.
"Oops, my hand slipped~"
Ye Tinglan was immediately enraged. "Feng Yinwan!"
He grabbed Feng Yinwan by the collar, about to make a scene. However, Qin Rulian's face turned pale and she fainted directly. Ye Tinglan had no choice but to step back to attend to her.
Feng Yinwan meticulously tidied her collar and smirked.
Her tea, this little white lotus, was not worthy of drinking.
Ye Tinglan glared at her coldly.
"If anything happens to Rulian, I will not spare you! Until she wakes up, you will kneel honestly in the courtyard and reflect on your mistakes!"
With that, he quickly left with Qin Rulian in his arms. Feng Yinwan let out a cold snort and kicked the courtyard gate shut with a firm thud.
Kneel, kneel, kneel? Kneel your royal highness!
As she turned, Yuping stumbled over.
"Miss, how could you splash tea on Miss Qin in front of the Prince? Now that she's fainted, the Prince must be furious. You..."
Feng Yinwan raised her hand to interrupt her. "Yuping, let's not talk about anything else. Just tell me, was that splash of tea satisfying?"
Yuping blinked. Under her young lady's encouraging gaze, she hesitated and nodded.
"It was."
Previously, Qin Rulian had ordered the servants to withhold their rations, causing her young lady to suffer greatly. Not only was she now a concubine who had to offer tea to the main wife, but she also expected Miss to offer tea to her, an orphan. She was dreaming!
But...
Thinking of what Ye Tinglan had just said, she looked at Feng Yinwan worriedly. "Miss, what should we do now?"
Feng Yinwan looked at her with the eyes of 'a promising student' and patted her shoulder with a smile.
"When the soldiers come, we'll block them. When the water comes, we'll cover it with earth. Don't overthink it. You quickly tell me about this scar."
The origin of the scar in the original body's memory was too vague. To understand the truth, she could only start with her maid.
Yuping paused and began to recall diligently.
"Miss, this servant doesn't know the full details either. I vaguely remember that there was a fire in the palace that year, and you were accidentally burned while attending a palace banquet with your master."
Unexpectedly, it was such an accident. Feng Yinwan pursed her lips and nodded. "I understand."
The original body's appearance was delicate and beautiful. If not for this scar, she would have been an absolute beauty.
She had to find a way to remove this unsightly scar.
With this thought, Feng Yinwan returned to her room and focused, silently chanting in her mind.
As if understanding her thoughts, the bracelet on her wrist flashed with a faint golden light, and a jade bottle fell onto the bed.
Upon seeing the words "Yuji Lu" carved on the bottle, Feng Yinwan's heart immediately rejoiced.
It truly was a treasure!
Yuping entered with a basin of water and saw her fiddling with the scar on her face in the mirror. She stepped forward.
"Miss, let this servant help you wash up."
Feng Yinwan nodded. "Find me a veil tomorrow. I want to cover this scar."
Seeing her suddenly have this idea, Yuping was not surprised but delighted.
"Miss, why have you suddenly come to this decision? Young Master had already ordered someone to craft a mask for you, but you felt it was self-deceiving and refused to wear it."
"I've kept it for you. I'll fetch it now."
The "Young Master" she referred to was the original body's full brother, Feng Jingyuan.
Yuping soon returned with the mask.
The mask was made of silver and carved into the shape of a hibiscus. It fit perfectly on the face, concealing the scar. It was exquisite and detailed, reflecting the giver's thoughtfulness.
Feng Yinwan lightly touched it a few times, a warmth flowing through her heart.
...
The next day.
Feng Yinwan was asleep when a sudden exclamation reached her ears. Opening her eyes, she saw Yuping staring at her face with a look of astonishment.
"Miss! Your face..."
Feng Yinwan groggily got up and took the small mirror. She saw that the purplish-red scar on her left cheek had faded to a light pink, and the uneven surface had also softened considerably. She immediately curved her lips in satisfaction.
In just one night, Yuji Lu had achieved such results. Indeed, the bracelet had not deceived her!
Before she could savor the joy for a few moments, a loud crash suddenly came from outside, and the courtyard gate was forced open with immense strength.