The anger in his words was so potent that Feng Yinwan instinctively flinched, her arm immediately seized with great force.
Ye Tinglan's hand was as hard as iron, pinning her firmly.
"Ow… it hurts so much! Let go!"
In his fury, he showed no mercy. A bone-cracking pain shot through her, and Feng Yinwan cried out in struggle.
Little did she know, this action only further enraged Ye Tinglan.
"Explain this to me clearly, what exactly is going on!"
Feng Yinwan found his irritable and suspicious nature somewhat exasperating.
"What does Your Highness want this concubine to explain? This concubine accidentally knocked down the lantern just now, and Young Master Song happened to be passing by and came in to help."
Couldn't he ask first before acting!
Hearing this, Ye Tinglan's brow furrowed. Just as he was about to speak, a figure clad in peach-colored silk flashed into the courtyard with incredible speed.
"Oh dear, eldest sister, so Young Master Song is here with you! No wonder I couldn't find him in the guest room!"
Feng Yiyi shrieked, her voice high-pitched, and began to clamor as soon as she entered. Her eyes fell upon Ye Tinglan standing nearby, and she immediately fell silent.
"Wh-Why is Your Highness here too?"
As she spoke, she cast a panicked glance at Feng Yinwan, her expression clearly suggesting something was amiss.
Feng Yinwan's delicate brows furrowed. Before she could speak, her wrist was gripped again.
"Feng Yinwan!"
Ye Tinglan's face was as cold as frost.
Feng Yinwan's body trembled instinctively. "Y-Yes!"
"And this is what you told this prince, that he just happened to be passing by."
If anger had a form, she suspected the flames above Ye Tinglan's head would be reaching for the sky.
However, she could not admit to something she hadn't done.
"It really is that way…"
This woman dared to lie to him again!
Ye Tinglan's handsome face darkened with fury. His dark eyes swept over the sword in her hand, and he snatched it away directly.
"You are not worthy of wielding this sword."
With that, his hand was flung away. Feng Yinwan stumbled back a few steps. By the time she regained her balance, Ye Tinglan had already stormed out.
"Eldest sister! Are you alright!"
Feng Yiyi feigned concern and stepped forward, but roughly pressed her hands onto Feng Yinwan's wrist.
The area, still red from Ye Tinglan's forceful grip, now throbbed with a dull pain, causing cold sweat to bead on Feng Yinwan's forehead.
"Get lost!"
Feng Yiyi, still bruised from before, was thrown to the ground by the shove. Her face immediately turned pale.
"Eldest sister, what are you doing!"
"You can't… you can't take your anger out on me just because His Highness treated you this way! I was only trying to help you…"
"Scram."
This command was delivered with icy coldness.
Feng Yiyi bit her lip, about to speak again. She looked up and met the chilling gaze in Feng Yinwan's eyes.
"If you dare to spout any more nonsense, it won't be this simple."
This vixen always followed through when it came to beating her!
Since her objective had been achieved, Feng Yiyi wisely retreated and got up to leave.
The courtyard fell silent for a moment, only the lantern on the ground testifying to the recent commotion.
Feng Yinwan felt a surge of frustration. She glanced over and realized Song Qingan was still there, causing her expression to falter slightly.
"I've made Young Master Song witness something embarrassing."
Her gaze fell upon the redness and swelling on her wrist, and Song Qingan's eyes deepened.
"My Princess… are you well?"
Feng Yinwan shook her head, subtly pulling down her sleeve cuff. "I'm fine."
She then looked to the side.
"Yuping, please see Young Master Song out."
Song Qingan felt a pang of disappointment but could only nod.
In the front courtyard.
Ye Tingyun and Jiang Rumò were waiting in the courtyard. They were taken aback when they saw Ye Tinglan return from the back courtyard with a clearly disturbed expression.
"Third Brother…"
Ye Tingyun intended to step forward and ask a few questions, but a chilling aura immediately struck him, and he instinctively recoiled.
Ye Tinglan, his face like a mask of frost, walked past him and out of the manor.
Though Ye Tinglan was nowhere to be seen, the oppressive chill seemed to linger in the air.
Ye Tingyun shivered and hugged his arms tighter. "Imperial Physician Jiang, do you feel that…"
Jiang Rumò nodded, like an emotionless tool.
"This humble servant feels nothing."
Ye Tingyun's pupils widened in shock. "It's so obvious, and you feel nothing?!"
Based on his three years of experience overseeing the Imperial Study, his Third Brother was clearly experiencing emotional turmoil!
Jiang Rumò nodded again, his face devoid of any expression.
"Reporting to Your Highness, this humble servant truly feels nothing."
He dared not feel anything regarding the affairs of Prince Mo.
"…!"
Ye Tingyun gave him a look of disbelief. Seeing his "devoted to scholarly pursuits" demeanor, he silently shook his head.
"Let's go, let's go!"
As they exited the General's manor, Ye Tinglan was about to leave when a female voice called out from behind him.
"Your Highness, please wait~"
Feng Yiyi, panting heavily, caught up, already struggling to breathe.
Seeing it was her, Ye Tinglan's dark eyes narrowed, and he was about to walk away.
Feng Yiyi, seeing this, panicked and instinctively reached out to grab him, but a cold blade blocked her path first.
Her face turned pale, and she sheepishly withdrew her hand.
"I… I greet Your Highness."
"What is it."
His tone was several times colder than Feng Yinwan's. Faced with such a powerful aura, Feng Yiyi felt a tremor of fear.
"This humble lady has come to explain to Your Highness."
Her voice was weak, and her words lacked sincerity.
Ye Tinglan cast a cold glance at her but remained silent.
Thinking she had found an opportunity, Feng Yiyi's eyes flickered slyly, and she spoke again.
"Your Highness misunderstood my eldest sister just now."
"My father is very close with Minister Song, and Young Master Song is a guest of the manor. Eldest sister couldn't possibly refuse him, so she was respectful, it's not what Your Highness thinks…"
The explanation was worse than no explanation.
The word "guest" struck Ye Tinglan's ears, and his expression darkened, his anger reignited.
This woman dared to allow Song Qingan to stay at the General's manor!
She was clearly inviting disaster!
His handsome face turned colder, and he brushed his sleeve and left. Feng Yiyi's eyes flashed with a dark gleam, and she felt a surge of triumph.
It seemed Feng Yinwan's relationship with Prince Mo was not as strong as she thought!
In the Embroidered Pavilion.
Feng Yinwan had just applied ointment to her wrist when the courtyard gate was pushed open again.
Ye Tingyun poked his head through the door, his body half-hidden as he squeezed in.
His eyes fell upon the intricately carved, two-story building and he clicked his tongue.
"This woman lives quite well!"
Rumors in the capital said that Old General Feng doted on his youngest daughter, and it seemed the rumors were true.
Yuping, who had just come out with a basin of water, was startled by the half-hidden head peeking through the crack in the door.
"A ghost—a ghost!"
Ye Tingyun, being the most timid, also felt his heart skip a beat.
Before he could get a clear look, a bronze basin smashed against the door with a clang, startling him into jumping up.
"Imperial Physician Jiang, protect me! Quickly protect me!"
Jiang Rumò steadied him with a hand. Before he could speak, the courtyard gate was pushed open.
Feng Yinwan stood with her arms crossed, watching the farce with a cold glint in her beautiful eyes.
"Why is Prince Yun at the General's manor?"
This brat was Ye Tinglan's biggest fanboy; him showing up now could only mean trouble.
Unexpectedly, Ye Tingyun looked at her and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Imperial Physician Jiang said the course of medicine is complete, and I've come to see you for treatment!"
Patting his chest, still shaken, he added, "By the way, Third Brother came with us. He said he was going to find you in the back courtyard first, so why did he leave in such a huff?"
"Did you… have a fight?"