Ye Tinglan entered and heard this sentence, glancing at her, his expression paused slightly.
The next moment, that childish scolding erupted.
"What are you doing here again!"
The little fellow scowled fiercely, clearly extremely displeased with what had just happened.
Feng Yinwan reached out and ruffled his hair, interrupting softly.
"Chenchen."
The pill took effect half an hour after being administered.
The silence in the room was broken by a muffled groan. The little dumpling who had been sitting upright on the couch now seemed somewhat dispirited.
Feng Yinwan's heart immediately tightened.
"Chenchen, how are you feeling?"
It was the same old pill formula, but this time, Bai Mu Lingxi and Juan Yan Hong, two medicinal ingredients, were additionally included.
Both were substances of extreme yin and cold. It was hard to say how effective they would be.
His knuckles tightened instantly.
Sensing her worry, Feng Jinchen shook his head, desperately wanting to say he was fine. But the moment he opened his mouth, he was assailed by a sharp pain from within. His small mouth opened, but no sound came out.
In just half an hour, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his little face had turned extremely pale.
This situation felt wrong.
Seeing this, Feng Yinwan's heart clenched. Just as she was about to act, the figure in dark robes moved faster than her. He steadied the little person on the couch with one hand and immediately began channeling internal energy with his palm.
"Mmm..."
The intense pain persisted.
Catalyzed by the internal energy, the medicinal properties of the pill were fully absorbed, yet Feng Jinchen's little face grew even paler.
As the last trace of medicinal power merged into his bones and blood, his body went limp, and he directly fainted.
At the same time, a large amount of cold sweat broke out all over his body, instantly soaking his clothes.
The moment her fingertips touched the tiny pulse, Feng Yinwan's heavy heart finally eased. A tear quickly fell from the corner of her eye.
The little fellow's pulse had stabilized, and the toxins in his body had receded significantly.
The pill was effective!
Beside her, Ye Tinglan, after a moment of adjustment, suppressed the pallor on his face.
"How is it?"
Feng Yinwan nodded with almost fervent conviction.
"It's effective."
It was an experiment in the first place. To be safe, she had only added a very small amount of Bai Mu Lingxi and Juan Yan Hong to the pill this time.
But judging by the situation just now, the effect seemed a bit too strong for the little fellow.
Moreover, the poison in his body was extremely insidious. To completely eliminate it... such pain would likely occur more than once.
Her expression was complex. Hearing her words, Ye Tinglan's thin lips pressed together. He stood up, only to coldly admonish.
"Prepare yourself well for what needs to be done tonight."
After changing Feng Jinchen's clothes, Feng Yinwan withdrew from the room.
The courtyard was now empty of Qi Xuan. Only Xi Wen and Jian Ye waited by the side.
Seeing her, the two immediately stepped forward.
"Miss, is little master he..."
Feng Yinwan looked up, a smile blooming on her lips. "Mm."
This single, firm sound instantly filled the two with immense joy.
"That's great! It was worth all our effort. Little master's poison finally has a cure!"
"Such joyous news, Miss should immediately write a letter to inform the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord will surely be greatly pleased upon hearing this!"
The poison in Feng Jinchen's body had never been just her own matter; it concerned the entire Xuan Sect.
Feng Yinwan nodded, a surge of emotion in her heart.
"Jian Ye, stay and guard. Xi Wen, come with me."
According to Luo Qingyi's instructions, they had long been tracking the villain's movements. Xi Wen had previously clashed with them. Bringing him along for tonight's matters was most appropriate.
As night fell, Ye Tinglan came again.
Feng Jinchen had already woken up. He had slept soundly and his little face was rosy, looking noticeably more energetic than before.
Seeing this, Feng Yinwan affectionately stroked his little face. As she prepared to get up, her fingers were grasped by him.
"Mother, are you going out?"
The little dumpling's dark eyes looked towards Ye Tinglan outside, his vigilance evident.
"It's so late already..."
Whenever that bad old king showed up, he was sure nothing good would happen.
Feng Yinwan was like a mind-reader of her own son. Seeing his expression, she knew what he was thinking. She squeezed his small hand and then admonished him.
"Mother has something to do. Go to bed obediently after you drink your medicine later."
"Okay."
Leaving Jian Ye to watch him, Feng Yinwan stepped out the door.
Only one carriage was parked in the large courtyard. It was clear that Ye Tinglan was already waiting inside.
Seeing her emerge, he raised his hand and lifted the curtain slightly.
"Get in the carriage."
Feng Yinwan glanced at it and did not move. "I dare not share a carriage with Your Highness. I will ride my horse."
Mostly, she found it disagreeable.
Dare not?
This was clearly her showing disdain.
Ye Tinglan frowned. "The palace gates are now locked. How will you enter if you ride your horse?"
"I have my own strategies."
Feng Yinwan's strategy was to climb the wall.
Although the palace walls were high, with her and Xi Wen's Qinggong, it was not an insurmountable task. By the time Ye Tinglan's carriage stopped in front of the Imperial Guard's residence, they had also landed.
Qi Xuan had already led his men to lie in wait. Seeing them, he immediately stepped forward.
"Your Highness, everything has been arranged."