This was a question about her moving back to the Prince's estate.
Feng Yinwan paused, and before she could speak, Yu Ping, with a resentful pout, blurted out, "You call that saving her!"
It was as if he wanted to split her open with his sword!
Qi Xuan frowned, nodded seriously, "Of course. I had already advised him just now, but General Li refused to let go for a long time, so I had no choice but to intervene."
Feng Yinwan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly at his words.
"So this is how you 'saved' Yu Ping just now?"
"Yes."
His head nodded straighter than rebar.
"So, will the Princess Consort, as agreed, move back to the Prince's estate?"
Feng Yinwan: ...
She figured it out. This dense ox's mind was filled with Ye Tinglan, just as Yu Ping's little head was filled with her!
"Why should my mistress move back? General Li let me go on his own just now. What does it have to do with you!"
Li Chengyan, who had just hobbled up from the ground, immediately grinned at the sound of her voice.
"So you know I'm all better now?"
Yu Ping shook her head and corrected him with a serious expression, "No, I just want to scold him!"
Seeing his merit about to be ruined, Qi Xuan's face filled with anxiety.
"What do you mean by this?"
"This is what I mean!"
Yu Ping glared at him, grabbed Feng Yinwan, and pulled her away.
Qi Xuan was almost in tears, "My Lord..."
Unexpectedly, his own Lord gave him a look that was hard to describe, and then strode away as well.
The news of the competition spread quickly within the isolation ward. Since most of the patients were soldiers from the military camp, there were constant sounds of fighting coming from outside before dinner.
Ye Tinglan, under the guise of letting the soldiers stretch their muscles.
He said this just as Li Chengyan hobbled into the tent. For some reason, his leg suddenly hurt even more!
"What is it?"
Ye Tinglan glanced at him, his expression so bland that it didn't betray a ripple of emotion.
Li Chengyan was not polite. He directly lifted the hem of his robe, "My leg hurts. I've come to see the physician, my cousin-in-law."
Although he said he was looking for Feng Yinwan, his eyes scanned the tent. Not seeing Yu Ping, he immediately lost interest.
Ye Tinglan turned a page of the memorial in his hand, not even lifting his eyelids.
"If your leg hurts, go see the military doctor. Your cousin-in-law doesn't know how to treat it."
This excuse was rather far-fetched. Li Chengyan raised his eyebrows and left.
Feng Yinwan watched his retreating back, lost in thought.
"My Lord, the space here is limited, and it's not feasible to keep letting the soldiers spar. In my humble opinion, why not have General Li lead the soldiers in drills?"
"Hmm? What suggestion does the Princess Consort have?"
Feng Yinwan curved her lips, "To be honest, my Lord, I have a set of exercises here to strengthen the body, which are perfect for the soldiers' training."
She looked so mysterious and confident that it piqued curiosity. Ye Tinglan's dark eyes narrowed, and he nodded.
"As the Princess Consort says. Tomorrow morning, I will order the soldiers to wait outside, and the Princess Consort will personally teach them these exercises."
...
That night, just as the gate of the General's mansion was being locked, a figure stopped it. Moments later, a commotion arose from Feng Hua Courtyard.
"Reporting to Madam, someone outside delivered a note, saying they were from the isolation ward in the south of the city and insisted that I deliver this letter to you."
"From where?!"
Upon hearing the words "isolation ward," Madam Yu immediately rushed out of her room, her slipper still half on. She stumbled slightly as she ran.
"The isolation ward in the south of the city..."
Before the servant could finish speaking, the note was snatched from his hand. Madam Yu frantically opened it, and her expression changed instantly.
A maidservant followed her out. Seeing her unusual expression, she immediately asked,
"Madam, it's so late, what's the matter?"
Madam Yu frowned at the note and muttered, "Someone from the isolation ward sent this, saying they want us to pick up Yiyi in three days. Do you think this can be trusted?"
The isolation ward was so tightly sealed. They had been driven out by that bitch Feng Yinwan when they went before. What other options did they have now?
She narrowed her eyes and looked back at the servant.
"Who delivered the note just now? Did you get a good look?"
The servant shook his head, "The person was wearing a cloak and was completely covered. They handed over the note and left."
"He spoke quickly, and his voice was very hoarse. I think he was deliberately hiding his identity."
The other party did not want them to discover who he was.
Madam Yu's features twisted even further upon hearing this. However, the maidservant spoke up.
"Madam, I think this note might not be baseless. Who would joke about such a thing for no reason and deliver it specifically to the mansion!"
"Haven't you always wanted to bring Miss back? It wouldn't hurt to go and see. What if..."
Madam Yu nodded, thinking she had a point.
"Alright, let's do that!"
...
She slept soundly that night. The next morning, Feng Yinwan was woken by the sound of neat formations outside.
As soon as she opened her eyes, the tent curtain was lifted. Ye Tinglan walked in, still carrying a hint of the morning chill.
"Awake? Didn't the Princess Consort say yesterday that she would teach the soldiers exercises to strengthen their bodies this morning?"
Feng Yinwan yawned and got up, "I haven't forgotten."
When she went out, everyone had already formed ranks and were waiting. Although their illnesses had not fully recovered, their spirit was undiminished, already displaying the valiant demeanor of seasoned warriors.
Feng Yinwan clicked her tongue and immediately became serious.
"Today, the Princess Consort will teach you a new training method. You are all mighty generals of the army, and you must learn well."
"Yes."
The unified "Yes" resounded like golden thunder. Feng Yinwan was shaken and saw Ye Tinglan turn to look at her.
"You may begin."
The person was the same, but his aura was entirely different.
The unyielding coldness and frost that emanated from Ye Tinglan at this moment were the killing aura he possessed only as a God of War. His soldiers, like him, were vast and unstoppable.
Feng Yinwan nodded, and for some reason, she felt a little hesitant to speak.
"My Lord, if, I mean, hypothetically..."
"Hmm?"
Forget it. It's done for.
Feng Yinwan gritted her teeth and, under everyone's gaze, performed a "young eagle taking flight."
This completely baffled the people below. She forced herself to suppress the pressure and opened her mouth.
"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."
Thus, everyone watched her perform an entire set of modified broadcast gymnastics in various novel and strange postures.
As for why it was a "modified version"...
It was because she couldn't bear the embarrassment, so she temporarily broke down and incorporated the Five Animals Frolic!
After completing the set of exercises, she retracted her movements, her face flushed, not daring to look Ye Tinglan in the eye.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Qian Guan's distinct voice rang out from below.
"Good! This exercise is good! What was that after the 'three, two, three, four' just now?"
"Commander Qian, your memory is so good. You've already learned up to 'three, two, three, four'?"
"Of course! Watch, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."
Although Qian Guan was large, he was agile. He was a soft, big man.
Coupled with his somewhat effeminate voice, when he performed the exercise, it was inexplicably magical!
Feng Yinwan went from mortified to emboldened in an instant.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes! You're doing it perfectly! Come, spin around, and do it again!"