Feng Yinwan was certain he had recovered.
You ask how she knew?
No, she couldn't write it, she really couldn't write it.
But she did feel a certain way about it, that was for sure!
So, healing others was hard on the hands, but healing Ye Tinglan was hard on the hands and the lower back!
On the way to pick up Feng Jinchen, they unusually rode in a carriage instead of on horseback.
In the carriage, with the beauty by his side, he couldn't even touch her. The person involved, Ye Tinglan, declared: regret, he was extremely regretful!
After being pushed away for the umpteenth time, he finally felt defeated and earnestly apologized.
"It's my fault, from now on... I'll be mindful."
Feng Yinwan: "..."
She politely declined.
She was determined to give him the cold shoulder, but couldn't prevent him from making subtle moves.
During the bumpy journey, she dozed off in a daze, and when she woke up, she had unknowingly been transferred into someone's arms.
She was utterly exhausted and still groggy, only feeling the gentle and soothing pressure on her waist, yet precisely right, extremely comfortable. It took a while for her to realize that it was indeed his hand.
He was quite considerate.
Just as she was about to get up, the carriage stopped.
Ye Tinglan's hand, which had been massaging her waist, paused. He lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside.
Jian Ye was there. Seeing the situation, he paused before speaking, "His Highness has already brought the young master back to the palace. Miss and... you don't need to go to the Immortal Medicine Sect, just head directly to the palace."
He couldn't help it; the words "son-in-law" almost slipped out.
Feng Yinwan was solely focused on Feng Jinchen and didn't notice, but it pleased Ye Tinglan. Upon hearing this, the corner of his lips curved silently. He immediately ordered people to change course and head towards the imperial palace.
Despite saying she wasn't nervous, Ye Tinglan's expression involuntarily tensed as they were about to see Feng Jinchen.
Feng Yinwan laughed, saying he looked like he was going to lead troops into battle. Ye Tinglan sighed, feeling that leading troops into battle would be much easier than meeting his own son.
He used to find Feng Jinchen endearing and genuinely likable, but now he had to meet him as a father. He feared being too strict and feared being too indulgent. After days and nights of deliberation, he still couldn't figure out how to leave the most affectionate and appropriate impression on him.
Feng Yinwan chuckled, saying the little fellow wasn't that difficult to get along with, while also enjoying his troubled expression.
"Now you know how difficult it is to be a parent?"
Ye Tinglan sighed, embracing her and lightly kissing her forehead. "It was you who suffered before. I only hope he won't hate me too much and will allow me to take care of you and our son for the rest of my life."
In reality, the situation was far less complicated than he imagined.
While he was apprehensive, Feng Jinchen was undergoing a "baptism" from Luo Qingyi.
As the carriage arrived at the palace, Feng Yinwan was half-carried down. As soon as she regained her footing, the little fellow ran over, hugged her thigh, and tearfully called out "Mama."
Seeing him again, Feng Yinwan's heart melted. She immediately bent down to embrace him.
The little fellow had happily opened his arms towards her, but just as he was about to touch her, he seemed to snap back to reality and withdrew his hands.
Feng Yinwan looked confused. She saw him compose himself, his small face serious, and he looked at Ye Tinglan behind her, stating with great solemnity.
"Mama, wait a moment, I need to talk to him alone."
He looked like an adult at that moment.
Feng Yinwan chuckled and turned to look at Ye Tinglan. Their eyes met, and with a silent nod, he cooperatively followed the little fellow.