She naturally wouldn't agree.
But before she could voice her refusal, Ye Tinglan's hand blade fell from behind.
As her body went limp and fell, Feng Yinwan thought that she had ultimately underestimated this man's resolve.
He was even more ruthless than she was.
Ye Tinglan pressed his lips together, suppressing the remaining poison in his body, and continued to carry her out of the manor.
Feng Wuxi, who had been following to watch the show, raised his eyebrows slightly and stepped forward again.
"Prince Mo, please wait."
Ye Tinglan glanced at him, his steps not faltering.
"I will not repeat myself."
Today, he had to take Feng Yinwan with him.
Feng Wuxi smiled, "Does Your Highness ever consider that this might be too hasty?"
He looked at Feng Yinwan's slightly swollen left wrist, his meaning evident.
This woman was stubborn. If pushed too far, she could inflict harm upon herself.
At that point, the situation would only spiral further out of control.
Ye Tinglan's thin lips tightened into a cold line.
"I will not let her hurt herself again."
Just now... it was an accident!
Feng Wuxi clearly didn't believe him.
"Is Your Highness sure?"
Could he control this woman?
He doubted it.
"Moreover, the Princess Consort is pregnant. Getting overly emotional is not a good thing."
Ye Tinglan's expression turned even colder upon hearing this. "You don't need to concern yourself with this matter!"
He would personally take care of Feng Yinwan.
He was adamant about taking Feng Yinwan away. Feng Wuxi had advised him as much as he could and did not speak further.
After a few steps, the black-clothed figure ahead flickered, and he uncontrollably collapsed.
Feng Wuxi tutted, his hands behind his back, and leisurely walked forward.
Two people: one dislocated her wrist to escape, the other, heavily injured, insisted on pushing through.
Neither of them would yield.
They didn't care about the consequences, but wouldn't it be him who suffered?
Feng Wuxi sighed, stepped forward, and with one arm around each of them, carried them over his shoulders.
When Feng Yinwan woke up, her dislocated wrist had been set. On the side, Feng Wuxi sat with his legs crossed, sunflower seed shells scattered around him.
Seeing her wake up, he clapped his hands and stood.
"Yo, you're awake?"
His tone was filled with schadenfreude.
Remembering his earlier passive observation, Feng Yinwan gave him a glare and sat up, grinding her teeth.
"Where is Ye Tinglan?"
Before being knocked out, the scoundrel had insisted on taking her away. Why was she still in the manor when she woke up?
Feng Wuxi looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"You knocked him out with poison. He's still not awake."
"Hmph, I knew it."
This time, she relied entirely on herself!
After a moment of silence, she got out of bed, put on her shoes, and quickly headed for the exit.
Feng Wuxi quickly stepped forward to stop her.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Yinwan frowned and glared at him, "Running."
She had finally managed to incapacitate Ye Tinglan. If she didn't run now, when would she?
Feng Yinwan thought this was an excellent opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Feng Wuxi scoffed at her words.
"Run?"
"The Cold Armored Iron Cavalry has surrounded the manor tighter than a drum. Do you think you can escape?"
If he hadn't temporarily stabilized Ye Tinglan, his manor would have already been razed to the ground!
Unforeseen, Feng Yinwan stopped in her tracks, her spirit deflating instantly.
"Then what should I do? I can't just be captured obediently!"
The poison's effect was limited, and Ye Tinglan would wake up sooner or later.
The Cold Armored Iron Cavalry hadn't made a move yet, but if Ye Tinglan woke up, capturing her would be a matter of minutes!
Unless...
"What are you trying to do?!"
Sensing her audacious idea, Feng Wuxi immediately issued a warning.
"Don't forget, your ex-husband is an imperial envoy this time. If anything happens to him here, what will happen to my Wuxi Pavilion?!"
Feng Yinwan was furious. "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Lingering like this wasn't a solution. If Ye Tinglan remained missing, the imperial court would surely be alerted.
Unexpectedly, Feng Wuxi's lips curved into a somewhat triumphant smile.
"Just wait patiently."
Feng Wuxi's strategy for her could be summarized in two words:
Pretend to be sick.
Feng Yinwan: "?"
She didn't understand and was deeply suspicious of this.
"Are you sure this will work?"
Feng Wuxi pulled the blanket up for her again, his eyes narrowed, smiling more cunningly than a fox.
"Rest assured."
Feng Yinwan was somewhat uneasy... but at this moment, she could only brace herself and continue the act.
Ye Tinglan woke up faster than expected. When the commotion outside began, Feng Yinwan, following Feng Wuxi's instructions, decisively closed her eyes and began to feign death.
"Move aside."
The remaining poison in his body had not cleared, and Ye Tinglan's face was still pale.
Seeing him like this, he must have rushed over immediately after waking.
Feng Wuxi blocked the doorway, his gaze subtly appraising.
"Prince Mo, I'll give you one last piece of advice. It might not be as safe in the capital as it is here. Having the Princess Consort stay here is not a bad thing."
Ye Tinglan's brow furrowed, his expression chilling. "I don't trust you."
Regarding Feng Yinwan's matters, he trusted no one. Only by keeping her under his watch would she be truly safe.