There's nothing wrong with it.
He said those four words with great self-righteousness.
Feng Yinwan's arms, crossed in front of her, tightened, almost making her laugh with anger.
Her pretty face turned cold, and she directly lifted the cover.
"Your Highness was born into royalty, does he not understand rules better than a commoner like myself?"
"Only a wife is permitted to use the color crimson, let alone a phoenix coronet. Such ostentatious behavior, would Your Highness make similar arrangements for Princess Chaoan?"
As a fellow secondary consort, why had no commotion come from Yun Shu's side?
She felt he was doing it on purpose!
Ye Tinglan's brow furrowed at her words, but his thoughts lingered on her latter question.
"Naturally not."
Feng Yinwan: As expected! He's deliberately trying to torment her!
She let out a cold laugh and, before she could retort, saw his intense gaze fixed upon her.
"I prepared this for you alone."
"?"
What was with that strangely firm tone?
Ye Tinglan gazed at her with his dark eyes, a hint of gloom clouding his expression.
"I have already informed the Empress Dowager that I will welcome you as my primary consort. These wedding robes and the phoenix coronet were prepared according to regulations, so it is not considered overstepping."
Feng Yinwan: ???
Did he even hear what he was saying?
To welcome her as his primary consort... how outrageous! He actually came up with such a preposterous idea!
Even more outrageous was that the Empress Dowager had agreed!
Her clenched knuckles creaked, and she spoke through gritted teeth, "Is Your Highness trying to solidify my reputation for being spoiled?"
Ever since he had indulged her in striking Qin Rulian at the birthday banquet, she couldn't fathom his intentions.
"Spoiled."
Ye Tinglan's thin lips moved, a faint, almost imperceptible smile forming. "I grant you the right to be spoiled."
"..."
Feng Yinwan's blood pressure was soaring.
She took a deep breath to calm herself, picked up the tray again, turned, and walked out, all in one smooth motion.
The moment she stepped out of the study, a small figure hidden in the corner cautiously peeked out. Seeing her walk away, it quickly darted out.
"Is there anything else wrong?"
His voice, assuming it was Feng Yinwan returning, involuntarily escaped Ye Tinglan's lips as he heard footsteps.
After waiting for half a moment without a response, he finally shifted his gaze from the official documents.
As he looked up, the space before him was empty, devoid of any figure. Frowning, he was about to withdraw his gaze when the corner of his desk was sharply knocked.
Ye Tinglan's eyes moved downwards, and only then did he discover Feng Jinchen, who had been hidden.
Standing before the desk, the little dumpling was not tall, but his aura was immense. He was currently glaring up at Ye Tinglan with a furious expression.
His look was as if he had come for a fight.
Ye Tinglan's brow twitched almost imperceptibly. "What is it?"
As if ignited by the question, the little dumpling boomed angrily.
"You're going to marry my mother?!"
This was not a question, nor a rhetorical one, but an accusation.
Ye Tinglan glanced at him indifferently and replied, "And if I am?"
"Bah!"
Feng Jinchen immediately stomped his foot. "You wish!"
Seeing him with his hands on his hips, looking adorably fierce, as if he intended to scold him three hundred times, Ye Tinglan tapped his fingers twice on the desk, reminding him.
"This is not wishing, this is a fact."
"What bullsh*t fact!"
Feng Jinchen had no intention of listening to him.
"My mother doesn't like you at all! She likes Uncle Yuzhi! You can dream on; she will never marry you!"
Ye Tinglan's eyes narrowed at this. A flicker of displeasure immediately arose within him.
"Is that so? Then go and ask your mother yourself and see if she agrees."
He felt displeased, and with that, he pressed down on the document in his hand, his gaze fixed dangerously on Feng Jinchen's small face.
"Since you refuse to acknowledge me as your godfather, I will marry your mother and become your stepfather. Whether you wish it or not, you will still have to call me Father."
"You... you! Ahhhhhhh!"
Feng Jinchen was completely enraged by his shamelessness.
His little mouth twitched, and he burst into tears, his face a contorted mess. "You're not allowed to marry my mother! Wuwuwuwu..."
"I am marrying her, and that's final. Stop crying here; get out."
As he spoke, Feng Jinchen's body was enveloped in a gust of air. Ye Tinglan directly swept him out of the room, unceremoniously sending him tumbling onto his backside.
The study door slammed shut before his eyes. Feng Jinchen (crying loudly): "You wait; I'm going back to tell Mother!"
He picked himself up from the ground, clutching his backside, and ran back.
In the study, Ye Tinglan rubbed his throbbing temple, feeling that he had been somewhat inexplicably unreasonable just now...
All the way, Feng Jinchen ran and cried, nearly gasping for breath.
He finally returned to Hengwu Courtyard, where Xiwen and Jian Ye, seeing him in such a state, were greatly alarmed.
"Young master, what happened to you?"
He had been fine when he left; how had he returned like this?
Feng Jinchen wiped his tears, not bothering with further explanation.
"Where is Mother?"
The two exchanged glances, bewildered. "Miss has gone out on some business."
Feng Jinchen's crying intensified.
He sniffled, then struggled to his feet. "Quick, I need to write a letter to Uncle Song!"