Feeling refreshed after giving the little white lotus a good dressing-down, Feng Yin Wan took a sip of fruit wine and asked with a smile.
"Where were we? Don't just stand there, continue!"
Ye Ting Lan was extremely displeased with her slightly rough demeanor and words. He frowned, preparing to summon a song and dance performance.
However, just as he raised his hand, he saw Qin Ru Lian rise with a cup of tea.
"Ru Lian knows her place is humble, unlike Royal Consort sister who comes from the Zhen Guo General's estate. My words earlier were presumptuous, and I hope sister will forgive me."
She glided forward gracefully, a cup of clear tea offered before her, which amused Feng Yin Wan immensely.
What was she up to, offering her tea?
Glancing indifferently at the tea in the cup, she raised an eyebrow.
Could the little white lotus be trying to replicate the scene from that day and throw tea at her?
Seeing that Feng Yin Wan merely looked at the tea and made no move to take it, Qin Ru Lian bit her lip and bowed lower. "Sister, are you unwilling to forgive Ru Lian?"
Feng Yin Wan thought to herself.
*Yes, not only do I not want to forgive you, I plan to continue humiliating you.*
But before she could open her mouth, Ye Ting Lan pinched her subtly.
"Ru Lian is already so understanding, what more do you want! Besides, you've already hit her maid. I advise you not to be ungrateful!"
That pinch nearly made Feng Yin Wan black out.
*This dog man, he's really not holding back at all!*
She had a premonition that her arm was definitely going to be bruised!
Gritting her teeth, she curved her lips into a smile and replied, "Miss Qin, why be so wary? This Royal Consort is not angry with you."
Qin Ru Lian pursed her lips and pushed the tea cup further forward. "Ru Lian is here to apologize to sister."
Feng Yin Wan's eyes flickered. Under Ye Ting Lan's urging, she slowly reached out to take the cup. However, before her fingertips could even touch the tea, Qin Ru Lian let go first.
The teacup fell straight down. As Qin Ru Lian bent to catch it, Qin Ru Lian suddenly reached out. Noticing that her target was the mask on Feng Yin Wan's face, Feng Yin Wan's heart stirred, and she did not intervene.
With a "clang."
The sound of the mask hitting the ground.
Feng Yin Wan held the teacup steadily and straightened up unhurriedly.
"Qin girl, why did you suddenly try to remove this Royal Consort's mask?"
She had expected to see a grotesquely ugly face, but to her surprise, the face beneath the mask was actually delicate and charming, her skin so smooth and flawless.
Qin Ru Lian stared, completely dumbfounded, and froze.
"You..."
What was going on!
Where were the scars on this bitch's face?!
Not only Qin Ru Lian, but almost everyone present was stunned.
The outside world knew that the eldest daughter of the Zhen Guo General's estate had been disfigured in a fire when she was young. Her face could not be described as merely ugly; it was even a little terrifying.
Such an ugly woman had resorted to all sorts of schemes to marry into the Mo Prince's manor, finally achieving her goal by relying on her family's contributions.
And Ye Ting Lan, to avoid her, had led troops to battle on their wedding day, never even completing the wedding ceremony!
Looking at the beautiful Feng Yin Wan before them, everyone could hardly believe their eyes.
Was this woman truly the ugly woman from the rumors?
How could she be called ugly? She was clearly even more beautiful than Qin Ru Lian!
Ye Ting Lan was also somewhat taken aback.
His wife's scars had been there when he returned to the manor just days ago. How had they vanished without a trace now?
Without the unsightly scars, her complexion had also improved considerably. Her skin was as white as snow, seemingly ready to burst, and she looked radiant.
The thought startled him.
He subtly furrowed his brow as he heard a soft "clink" from beside him.
Feng Yin Wan placed the teacup down without changing her expression, her red lips curving into a familiar smile. "What, did I disappoint you, Miss Qin?"
She hadn't intended to reveal her recovered appearance so soon, but since the little white lotus insisted on provoking her today, she couldn't refuse.
Qin Ru Lian stared intently at Feng Yin Wan's face, her reason teetering on the brink of collapse.
"Why would I be disappointed? You... you're talking nonsense! Whether you're ugly or not has nothing to do with me!"
Feng Yin Wan scoffed.
"Then you admit that you deliberately knocked off this Royal Consort's mask?"
"I..."
Qin Ru Lian had been so close earlier that Feng Yin Wan could clearly discern her intentions. Ye Ting Lan, of course, had seen this little maneuver clearly as well.
He pursed his thin lips slightly and said in a deep voice, "You didn't hold the teacup steady just now, Ru Lian stepped forward to help. Knocking off your mask was unintentional, how can you call it deliberate?"
Feng Yin Wan was so amused by his ability to tell such blatant lies that she burst out laughing.
She rolled her eyes unreservedly and retorted, "I didn't expect His Highness to have such poor eyesight at such a young age. Perhaps you should visit an ophthalmologist when you have time. If that doesn't work, perhaps a psychiatrist."