These two had just been ganging up on him, pushing him away for a good while, and now they wanted him to cover for them?
Was that even possible?
Absolutely not!
Meeting his defiant gaze, Feng Yinwan’s beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she reminded him in a calm tone.
“This is Ye Tinglan’s residence.”
Ye Tingyun nodded, thinking to himself, *Yes, you know it’s Third Brother’s residence! So what’s with bringing an unclear man back?*
But then another thought struck him, and he shivered in fear.
This woman was right. This was Third Brother’s residence!
If the Imperial Guards discovered her and Song Qingan’s presence here, wouldn’t Third Brother, while on the run, also be cuckolded?
No, that absolutely wouldn't do!
Thus, the moment the Imperial Guards drew closer, he immediately spoke out to intercept them.
“What disturbance is this?”
His voice rang out clearly.
Recognizing the voice in the room as Ye Tingyun's, the Imperial Guards immediately halted.
“It is Prince Yun. We did not realize Your Highness was here. We apologize for our intrusion.”
The door to Jiuzhou Xiangxue was wide open, and they had entered upon noticing something amiss. They hadn’t expected the person inside to be Ye Tingyun.
Everyone in the palace knew of his close relationship with Ye Tinglan, so if the person inside was him, it would be reasonable.
Ye Tingyun waved his hand, speaking with a hint of impatience, “No matter. You may withdraw. Do not disturb me.”
The room was dimly lit by candles, making it impossible to discern the exact situation from outside.
Through the door, the Imperial Guards dared not pry further. They nodded and cautiously said,
“Then we shall not disturb Your Highness. However, there are assassins in the palace tonight, and it may not be safe. It would be best for Your Highness to return to the palace soon.”
Song Qingan had disappeared after being injured, and the assassin had vanished without a trace. This matter had not yet been reported to the Emperor, and they had come to search for any signs of the two.
Ye Tingyun turned to glance at Feng Yinwan, his expression as grim as if he had eaten something foul.
“Understood.”
Assassins or not, he felt this woman was far more troublesome than any assassin!
Indeed, as soon as he had dismissed the Imperial Guards, Feng Yinwan’s gaze swept over him, and the order to leave was given.
“It’s getting late. Prince Yun should indeed be going.”
Ye Tingyun: ???
“Am I a donkey, to be kicked away after you’ve used me!”
If it weren’t for Third Brother, he would have already... *hiss*.
His forehead, where a bump had appeared, was unexpectedly touched. Ye Tingyun’s face turned pale, and the pain made him tear up.
“What are you doing!”
How could she poke his sore spot like that!
He covered the large bump, glaring furiously at Feng Yinwan, who, unfazed, calmly averted her gaze.
Ye Tingyun was exasperated.
“You woman, you really are…”
Before he could finish speaking, a bottle of medicinal oil was suddenly handed to him. Ye Tingyun paused, his words turning and swallowing back down his throat.
He immediately snatched the medicinal oil, pouting and humming, “You still have some conscience.”
Feng Yinwan didn’t argue with him. Seeing that he had accepted it, she continued to instruct.
“It is only a bruise, not serious. Apply it once in the morning and once at night, and it will subside in a few days.”
His current appearance was quite comical.
Ye Tingyun, oblivious, hummed in acknowledgment.
He turned to leave, but suddenly remembered something and quickly retreated.
His gaze fell on Song Qingan, a hint of awkwardness mixed with a trace of disdain.
“You, come with me!”