"What did you say?!"
Feng JinChen was still gasping for breath, holding her arm, but Feng YinWan sat up directly from the bed upon hearing this.
"Truly?"
Feng JinChen nodded, his small face filled with anxiety.
"Yes! Uncle Song just went to find me, and before he could even say two words, that villain Old Wang came chasing after him with a sword. They didn't exchange a single word before they started fighting..."
Feng YinWan's surprise deepened upon hearing this, "You mean Song QingAn also made a move?"
Due to the need to conceal his identity, Song QingAn had always been very restrained when he acted. How could he have lost his composure so today?
This was in the Prince of Mo's residence in the capital, not on the border, and furthermore, the opponent was Ye TingLan...
Feng JinChen clutched her hand, clearly a little guilty.
"Mother, you should go and see quickly!"
He wasn't afraid that Song QingAn couldn't win.
On the contrary, Uncle Song seemed to be particularly enraged today. His attacks were fierce and ruthless, completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.
He wondered if it was due to the influence of that letter...
Feng YinWan dared not delay. She quickly put on her shoes and hurried out.
In the courtyard, Qin RuLian was still being punished by kneeling. Yu Ping stood by her side, and seeing her rush out, she immediately stepped forward.
"Does the secondary consort have any instructions?"
Feng YinWan turned and glanced at the half-dead Qin RuLian, and hurriedly said, "I'm going out for a while. You stay and watch."
By the time she and Feng JinChen arrived, three heads were crowded at the entrance of the Hengwu Courtyard.
Qi Wen was clinging to the left, Qi Xuan was sprawled on the right, and Jian Ye was in the middle.
The courtyard was filled with the glint and flash of swords, having already reached a fever pitch. The three of them were watching with relish, completely unaware of her arrival.
"Stab him, quickly stab him! Alas, General Song's sword is still a bit off. Otherwise, it would surely have severed the Prince of Mo's arm."
"Severing an arm is not necessarily true, but if he were a little faster, within one move, he would surely have won."
"Nonsense! His Highness hasn't used his full strength, otherwise, how could he have let someone get so close so easily! Even Feng WuXi is no match for His Highness, it's not that easy to defeat him!"
Qi Wen lamented, Jian Ye agreed, and Qi Xuan was displeased.
The three of them were arguing, and none of them noticed her.
Feng YinWan pursed her lips and said coldly, "Move aside."
"..."
This sudden command startled the three of them. They turned around in fright and only then noticed her, immediately stepping back sheepishly.
Feng YinWan glanced at them and, with a kick, directly kicked open the half-closed courtyard gate.
They were truly startled by this unexpected turn of events. In the next instant, a fierce killing intent surged from the courtyard. The three of them immediately retreated.
After a moment of silence, a pair of hands reached out from the side and quickly pulled Feng JinChen away.
The fight stopped in an instant.
In the courtyard, the two who were previously filled with murderous intent saw Feng YinWan, and the aura around them instantly extinguished.
At the same time, the clashing sword blades slid smoothly and almost simultaneously pierced each other's shoulders.
Blood soaked through their brocade robes, and two muffled groans were heard together. However, it was clear that Song QingAn's injuries were more severe.
Her gaze swept over the several bloodstains on him, Feng YinWan's eyes darkened, and her pretty face turned even colder.
"Ye TingLan!"
Back in Wolong Valley, his three arrows had been aimed at her life, but when they fell, they landed on Song QingAn.
With his old wounds barely healed, he had sustained new injuries, all thanks to him, and all because of her...
The guilt she felt towards Song QingAn was almost overflowing. Enraged, Feng YinWan raised her hand and struck directly at Ye TingLan's vital points.
Qi Xuan's heart tightened upon seeing this.
"Secondary consort, you cannot!"
He wanted to step forward to intervene, but before he could even get close, he was stopped by a powerful pressure.
Ye TingLan gave him a fierce look and said coldly, "Retire."
"Your Highness!"
It was too late to stop her. The palm strike landed squarely. Ye TingLan staggered back a few steps, his thin lips moving.
"This king..."
"No need to say more!"
Time and time again, he acted to harm others. It was the same with her before, and it was the same with Song QingAn now.
He was arrogant and didn't understand humility at all. He always did as he pleased, acting recklessly. This was simply terrible!
Feng YinWan looked at him, her eyes filled with only coldness. "We are merely in a cooperative relationship. If there is a next time, I will not let you off!"
With that, she no longer spared him another glance and turned to help Song QingAn, meeting his eyes that were still filled with warmth.
Seeing her brows furrowed, Song QingAn shook his head and gently comforted her, "Wan'er, I'm fine."
He was so gentle, and not at all like the person fighting just now.
Feng YinWan pursed her lips, suppressing the complex emotions churning within her.
"You don't talk either. I'll scold you later!"
She helped Song QingAn and walked out. Feng JinChen had also run over at some point, quickly picked up the sword, and followed behind them.
The three of them left the courtyard together, the scene harmonious, as if they were a close-knit family.
Only after the slender figure had completely disappeared from sight did Ye TingLan's body tremble, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.
Qi Xuan was shocked, "Your Highness!"
Ye TingLan dropped his sword, his eyes closed briefly, and he remained silent.
Seeing this, Qi Xuan's brows furrowed even tighter.
"Your Highness, why didn't you dodge just now? You know yourself that..."
He shouldn't say too much about his master's affairs, but his master's heart meridian had been damaged for more than a day. How could he just stand by and watch!
As expected, there was no response at all.
A moment later, Ye TingLan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his gaze darkening.
"Go to Luoyuan."
His tone was flat, with no discernible emotion. Upon hearing this, Qi Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately bowed down on the ground.
"Your Highness! This is not a trivial matter. I beg you... to reconsider!"
There was a moment of silence before him, and then only a very light sigh.
"Go."
After speaking, Ye TingLan left with his hands behind his back. Qi Xuan remained kneeling, his lips tightly pursed.
"Yes!"