The news of Ye Tinglan's awakening reached Feng Yinwan the next day.
She was just about to send Yuping to the Song residence to inquire about the situation when she heard it and paused.
He was faking death yesterday, and now he's suddenly awake? What was he plotting?
Upon hearing the news, Yuping was overjoyed. "Miss, the Prince has finally woken up!"
With the Feng family's downfall, Prince Mo's mansion was Feng Yinwan's greatest reliance. Ye Tinglan's awakening was undoubtedly good news.
Her doubts resurfaced like bamboo shoots after rain. Feng Yinwan immediately decided to go to the palace.
No matter the reason, she had to get a clear answer from Ye Tinglan!
Yuping wholeheartedly agreed with her decision.
"Miss, the Prince is seriously injured and not yet recovered. If you're going to the palace to visit, shouldn't you show some token of appreciation?"
Feng Yinwan frowned subconsciously. "Appreciation for what?"
He kept so many things from her. She shouldn't be the one to offer anything, let alone show appreciation!
Yuping was slightly taken aback, then reminded her seriously.
"Miss, I heard that it was thanks to the Prince's intercession that the Emperor changed his decree that day. Our Master and young master were falsely accused, and the Prince spoke up to help them in public. Your servant believes you should show your concern."
Ye Tinglan should have distanced himself the most when the General's mansion was in trouble. However, his action of getting up despite his injuries that day could not be faked.
Even Yuping understood this simple logic, yet she, consumed by her hatred, had forgotten about it.
Her heart trembled slightly. Feng Yinwan nodded, her eyelashes fluttering.
"I understand."
She said so, but when it came to actually doing it, she didn't know where to start.
Gifts of clothing were too vulgar, tonics too cliché, and she was reluctant to give gold and silver. After considering everything, she couldn't find anything suitable.
Feng Yinwan pressed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
Seeing her holding her chin with a bitter expression as she entered, Yuping paused and stepped forward.
"Miss, what are you thinking about?"
Her bitterness was almost overflowing through the screen.
Feng Yinwan became even more agitated. She sighed deeply and said, "Yuping, what should I give to show sincerity?"
She had to express her gratitude, and if she could overhear something she shouldn't while doing so, that would be even better!
Yuping, however, chuckled upon hearing this.
"Miss, you're troubled by this?"
"If you ask your servant, the most sincere gesture is something made by hand. The Prince has just woken up and is weak. Isn't Miss skilled in medicine? You could stew a nourishing medicinal soup for the Prince!"
This... was actually a brilliant idea!
After hearing it, Feng Yinwan immediately felt it was perfect.
With the bracelet, stewing medicinal soup was almost free. Of course, it wasn't that she didn't want to spend money, but this medicinal soup could indeed nourish the body!
A patient needed nourishing the most. And since she made it herself, Ye Tinglan would surely feel at ease drinking it!
"Let's do that!"
No sooner said than done, Feng Yinwan immediately took up her brush to draft a menu.
However, the ideal was full, but reality gave her a harsh slap.
Herbs were herbs, and ingredients were ingredients. When she put the two together, Feng Yinwan became a little confused.
"Yuping, do I add this first, or this, or..."
She had been accustomed to a life where her hands never touched the cooking fire. She was truly incapable of cooking.
Seeing her confusion, Yuping couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"So, Miss also has things she's not good at."
Up until now, in her eyes, Miss was always cunning and decisive, as if she could win any situation. She had never seen her look so helpless and dejected.
The scene was strangely cute.
Feng Yinwan looked at the increasingly strong fire below, feeling anxious.
"Don't laugh, good Yuping, teach me quickly!"
Feng Yinwan was quite satisfied with her first cooking experience, at least the kitchen didn't explode.
Although Yuping offered to help, due to a slight pang of conscience, Feng Yinwan insisted on completing it herself.
The medicinal soup took a full two hours to stew. By the time she entered the palace, it was already afternoon. As she passed by the Imperial Garden, she ran into Consort Li and several other consorts admiring flowers. They were not surprised to see her.
"You're here to see the Prince of Mo, aren't you?"
The medicinal soup she carried was quite obvious.
The consorts were friendly with Consort Li and did not treat her coldly due to the Feng family's affairs. Seeing her, they immediately joined in the teasing.
"Who was it that said the Prince of Mo didn't like the Princess of Mo? Why do I think they are very affectionate?"
"Sister is absolutely right. I noticed it during the Buddhist lectures in the palace. The way the Prince of Mo looked at the Princess of Mo was full of tender affection, truly captivating!"
Every word was a teasing remark. Feng Yinwan felt a slight blush on her face. She pursed her lips and was about to speak when she was interrupted.
"Oh right, and last time, the Prince of Mo pleaded with the Emperor on behalf of the Princess of Mo to be appointed as Imperial Envoy, and specifically requested many imperial physicians to assist. Isn't that a sign of affection!"
This must be referring to when the Emperor appointed her as Imperial Envoy during the treatment of malaria.
Unexpectedly, this matter was related to Ye Tinglan, and Feng Yinwan was slightly startled, her heart stirred.
"Alright, don't delay the Princess of Mo from visiting. Let's continue admiring the flowers."
Consort Li silenced the surrounding chatter. After speaking, she got up with the others. Feng Yinwan nodded in response.
"Thank you, Consort, for having someone inform me of this. I will personally visit Chunhe Palace to express my gratitude another day."
Just as she was about to leave, she happened to meet Consort Li's gaze, which held a hint of confusion.
"Princess of Mo, you misunderstand. This matter was not conveyed by my order."
Ye Tinglan had just woken up, and the Emperor's attitude was unclear. She had originally planned to send someone to inform her tomorrow.
Feng Yinwan was also slightly taken aback.
The message wasn't sent by Consort Li's order?
She lowered her eyelashes, then smiled, "Perhaps it was Prince Yun who sent someone to tell me."
Ye Tinglan's awakening should have most excited Ye Tingyun. However, she did not see Ye Tingyun when she arrived at Jiuzhou Xiangxie.
"Princess of Mo?"
Qingruo, who had just come out of the room with a bowl of medicine, was slightly surprised to see her.
Feng Yinwan nodded, feeling the atmosphere here was too quiet.
"I heard the Prince has woken up, so I came to visit. Is the Prince inside?"
It was so quiet, could he have fallen asleep again?
Qingruo faltered at her words, her eyes flickering. Before she could speak, footsteps could be heard from behind her.
Immediately after, Qin Rulian's overly sweet voice reached her ears.
"Brother Tinglan, you've walked around a bit just now. Do you feel any better?"
Turning her head, she saw two figures, one black and one white. Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes narrowed, and her pretty face turned cold.
"Why are you here?"