In the darkness, Feng Yinwan's wrist was firmly grasped. The man's aggressive lips covered hers, forcefully stifling her questions.
In an instant, Feng Yinwan understood the situation.
Oh my god, someone was kissing her!
A man!
A living one!
Was it this explosive right after transmigrating?
With a "rip," her dress was roughly torn open. A chill swept over her chest, and Feng Yinwan snapped awake.
"Mmph mmph mmph—"
The man's body was tall and slender, lean and strong, easily subduing her.
She struggled desperately, but her limbs were soft and weak, unable to exert any force.
The next moment, intense pain washed over her. Feng Yinwan's body convulsed, almost making her pass out.
As her consciousness blurred, a flood of memories surged into her mind.
"Granny, are we really doing this? She's the Wangfei..."
"What nonsense Wangfei! Miss Qin instructed that when the Wangye returns today, we must prepare a generous gift for this ugly woman!"
"Where is Zhao Si? Has he arrived? Quickly, throw this woman in first!"
The rough voice of the old woman in her ears faded. Feng Yinwan trembled with rage and immediately came to her senses.
She had transmigrated!
This current body was no longer a divine doctor from the 21st century, but the legitimate daughter of the Jing Dynasty's General's mansion.
The original owner had been in love with Prince Mo, Ye Tinglan, since childhood. A month ago, she had married into the prince's mansion by imperial decree. Because he was forced to marry her, an ugly woman, Ye Tinglan had left for battle immediately after the wedding without even completing the ceremony, and had not returned since.
And the "Miss Qin" the old woman mentioned was precisely his childhood sweetheart, his "white moonlight"—Qin Rulian!
Feng Yinwan gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing as she looked at the man manhandling her.
This wicked "white moonlight," jealous that the original owner could marry into Prince Mo's mansion, had actually ordered someone to ruin the original owner's purity before Ye Tinglan's return. Truly a heart as venomous as a snake!
She mustered a breath and grabbed a brass candlestick beside her, striking the man fiercely.
The man grunted and collapsed limply.
Feng Yinwan kicked him off the bed and quickly tidied her clothes before getting up to leave.
...
As soon as she returned to her courtyard, a small maid hurried to meet her.
"Miss, where have you been? This servant..."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Feng Yinwan's disheveled state and was immediately shocked. "Miss!"
Recognizing this as Yuping, the maid the original owner had brought from the General's mansion, Feng Yinwan weakly shook her head. "Don't make a fuss. Go and help me fetch some hot water."
Yuping was quite sensible. She cast a pained glance at Feng Yinwan and then picked up the water bucket, quietly heading out.
Although the original owner was a Wangfei, the place she lived was very secluded, and the room's furnishings were even more basic than those of a servant.
Feng Yinwan took in the surroundings at a glance and immediately scoffed.
These opportunistic scoundrels hadn't held back on the deductions at all.
Yuping quickly prepared the water. Wrapped in the warm flow, Feng Yinwan's tense nerves finally eased a little.
She endured the pain and cleaned herself. Looking down, she saw the mottled bruises on her body and an uncontrollable chill in her eyes.
After all, the original owner had married by decree and had the backing of the General's mansion. For a legitimate Wangfei to be treated this way, she wouldn't rest in peace if she didn't exact double the revenge!
"Yuping, is that little white lotus still in the mansion?"
Yuping was still looking at her bruises with concern when she heard this and was slightly taken aback.
"I heard from people at the front courtyard that she went to the palace early this morning to accompany the Empress, Miss. What's wrong?"
Feng Yinwan's eyes flickered. Just as she was about to speak, the door was roughly pushed open by an old woman.
"The Wangye has returned, and the Wangfei hasn't gone to greet him? Truly ill-mannered!"
Her intrusion was too sudden. Feng Yinwan was still soaking in the bathtub, her shoulders exposed to the air.
The old woman rushed forward, her eyes widening as she saw the ambiguous red marks on Feng Yinwan's chest. She let out a loud shriek.
"Ah, Wangye, come quickly! The Wangfei is seeing someone behind your back!"
Her voice was hoarse and grating, exactly like the one from her memories. Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes narrowed. Before she could react, a tall and handsome figure flashed in from the doorway.
The man had deep-set eyes and a stern face, clad in a dark, opulent robe that exuded natural nobility yet was chillingly awe-inspiring. Meeting those cold, ink-like eyes, Feng Yinwan's heart clenched fiercely.
Ye Tinglan?
When did he return!
After a moment of stunned silence, Feng Yinwan raised an eyebrow again.
Well, he had a bandage wrapped around his forehead.
Was he injured?