He?
In person?
Feng Jinche’s small face turned pale, instantly startled.
Qi Xuan reacted even faster.
“Your Highness, today…”
Today was the day of the transaction with those Xuan-clothed figures.
The Prince had to personally go with Baimu Lingxi for the safety of Princess Changan, so how could he have time to accompany this little dumpling to find his mother?
“Perhaps this subordinate could accompany the young master instead.”
Feng Jinche nodded, strongly agreeing with this suggestion.
Unexpectedly, Ye Tinglan glanced over and spoke as if he hadn’t heard anything, giving an order.
“Prepare the carriage.”
At a quarter past si shi, a carriage emerged from the end of the long street, traveled at a leisurely pace for a while, and then slowly stopped in front of the restaurant.
On the second floor, the subordinate on observation duty immediately spoke up.
“Miss, they’ve arrived.”
Hearing this, Feng Yinwan’s teacup fell silently.
She stood and walked to the window. Almost at a glance, the understatedly luxurious carriage of Prince Mo’s manor caught her eye.
He had indeed come.
Feng Yinwan’s eyes darkened. In the next moment, she saw a pair of fair, slender fingers emerge from the carriage window.
With a very light flick, the curtain was lifted more than halfway.
The side profile that came into view was cold and stern, just as she had seen at the Xianyao Yimen. Feng Yinwan watched, her knuckles clenching imperceptibly.
He had indeed schemed well regarding Wolong Valley, but today, she had to obtain the Baimu Lingxi!
The small figure in her line of sight appeared too suddenly.
A moment of slight shock, and Feng Yinwan’s breath instantly froze.
Chenchen!
Through a gap in the curtain, that figure flashed past. Although it was just a back view, she could be sure it was Feng Jinche!
Chenchen… why was he in Ye Tinglan’s carriage?!
As if sensing something, the handsome face in the carriage turned to look over, his lips curling into a cold, silent sneer.
Feng Yinwan’s blood instantly froze.
A chill seemed to sprout from the depths of her bones, lingering and piercingly cold.
With no intention of stopping, the carriage continued forward.
The carriage curtain was lifted again, revealing half of a round, small face.
The subordinate’s hand froze for a moment, and he immediately exclaimed, “Miss, isn’t that the young master?!”
They had seen clearly just now, but why was the young master in Prince Mo’s carriage?!
In her astonishment, the flower window in front of her shattered, and the slender figure leaped out, chasing directly in the direction the carriage had gone.
Racing along, the carriage drove directly into Prince Mo’s manor through a side gate. When Feng Yinwan caught up, only a blur of movement remained before her.
She clenched her fist tightly, her grip heavy.
Ye Tinglan!
If he dared to touch Chenchen, she would fight him to the death!
The carriage swayed slightly and stopped in the courtyard.
Lifting the curtain and finding herself back at the manor, Feng Jinche was somewhat on the verge of a breakdown.
“Uncle Wang, why have we come back again?”
Hadn’t he said they were going to find his mother? How could they have driven around in a carriage and then returned?
He reasonably suspected that he was being lied to!
Qi Xuan was also somewhat bewildered.
Wasn’t the Prince supposed to be transacting with the Xuan-clothed figures today?
Why had he only stopped at the restaurant for half a moment earlier?
While he was wondering, the Xuan-clothed figure had already carried the little dumpling down from the carriage. He glanced at Qi Xuan faintly and walked directly back to the main courtyard.
As dusk descended, the door to the main courtyard finally opened.
Feng Jinche took a sip of the sweet soup in his bowl, his gaze subtly drifting to the side, still feeling a little uneasy.
For some reason, he always felt that Uncle Wang was acting strange today, and his gaze towards him was also a bit odd.
Scary.
With a silent sigh, just as he was about to take another pastry, Ye Tinglan suddenly spoke.
“Qi Xuan, take him back to rest.”
“Ah… ah?”
The order came too suddenly, and both Qi Xuan and Feng Jinche were stunned.
After a moment of silence, Feng Jinche grabbed a pastry and nimbly jumped off the chair.
Great!
Hurry, hurry, he didn’t want to stay a second longer!
Sensing the joy on his face, Ye Tinglan’s brow furrowed, and his expression immediately turned cold.
Did this little dumpling really not want to be with him?
It seemed his kindness to him these past few days had been in vain.
Thinking this, his face darkened again, and he cast a colder gaze at Qi Xuan, who was still dazed beside him.
“What are you still staring at? Didn’t you hear what I said!”
Qi Xuan, inexplicably scolded, felt wronged.
He glanced at Ye Tinglan from below and could only cautiously inquire, “Your Highness, do you wish to send the young master back to Hengwu Courtyard?”
After what happened last night, if the little dumpling were sent back, what if something else happened?
In his opinion, the Prince should keep the child in the main courtyard.
The word “doubt” was written all over his face, yet Feng Jinche on the side was still excitedly urging him on.
“Uncle Qi, let’s go!”
Ye Tinglan’s face turned as black as charcoal.
“Hurry up! Go back to me immediately after you’ve sent him off!”
Abruptly, he flew into a rage. Qi Xuan trembled at the sight and quickly took the little dumpling away.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Although somewhat bewildered, for fear of disobeying his Prince, Qi Xuan returned to the main courtyard immediately after seeing him off.
The night was silent, deep and tranquil.
Not long after, a slender figure descended into the manor, moving with extreme stealth, making not a sound.
In Hengwu Courtyard, the steady breathing of the little dumpling could be heard.
The woman’s eyebrows, hidden beneath her mask, moved slightly. She stepped forward to push the door, but a cold blade shot out from within, aiming directly for her throat.
In the next moment, a man’s cold voice, tinged with amusement, sounded before her.
“As expected, you’ve come.”