The two entered the pharmacy, Song Qing'an was still inquiring at the counter and hadn't noticed them.
"Young Master Song."
Song Qing'an's body stiffened at the sound. He turned and saw Feng Yinwan and Yuping, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
"Greetings, Royal Consort."
The title felt a little awkward.
Feng Yinwan waved her hand, decisively changing the subject.
"I was just about to go to Sihai Yunyan with Yuping, and I didn't expect such a coincidence, meeting you here."
Her gaze swept over his slightly stooped left shoulder, and Feng Yinwan pursed her lips.
"This matter started because of me. There have been many trivial matters lately, and I haven't had a chance to thank you. How is your injury?"
Song Qing'an straightened up a bit at her words. "It is my duty, I dare not trouble the Royal Consort."
Seeing this, Feng Yinwan didn't say more. "We are going to eat. Why don't you join us, Young Master Song? It would also alleviate my guilt."
She truly disliked owing others.
From her words, Yuping could probably guess a thing or two and immediately chimed in.
"Yes, Young Master Song. Originally, you and the second young lady were going to be married. In the future, you'll be family with the lady, so don't refuse."
She spoke carelessly, but Song Qing'an heard it with intention.
A trace of loss involuntarily crossed his mind at her words, but he still smiled faintly. "Then it is better to obey than to refuse."
The three picked up their medicine and went directly to Sihai Yunyan. Having eaten there a few times, Feng Yinwan rattled off a string of dishes without even looking at the menu.
The waiter's face lit up, and he looked at her like a living Bodhisattva.
"Miss, we have a new peach blossom wine, it's sweet and mellow, and the noble ladies in the capital love to drink it. Would you like to try some?"
Feng Yinwan nodded without hesitation.
"Try it."
"Certainly!"
With the order given, the waiter immediately left with the menu. Seeing this, Yuping quietly leaned forward.
"Miss, that peach blossom wine is alcohol. You've never drunk it before, so it's best not to touch it."
Feng Yinwan raised an eyebrow. "That won't do!"
They say that those who study medicine cannot drink alcohol, as it makes their hands tremble when giving injections. So, she had been restrained from touching it for all 20 years of her modern life. Now that she had transmigrated, she absolutely had to try it.
Seeing that she couldn't be persuaded, Yuping shook her head and could only ask the waiter to prepare a bowl of hangover soup.
The dishes were soon served.
Song Qing'an couldn't drink due to his injury, and Yuping couldn't drink as she had to look after her. Feng Yinwan, smelling the fragrant peach blossom wine, was overjoyed.
When she drank the first cup, it was sweet with a lingering aftertaste. Feng Yinwan smacked her lips and resolutely poured another cup.
After two cups, she felt lightheaded, and her vision began to blur.
"Miss, Miss..."
Yuping stepped forward to help her, but Feng Yinwan grabbed her arm.
"Yuping, this wine is amazing! Drinking it makes you feel like you're flying to heaven!"
Then, as if she had just realized Yuping was beside her, she exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, how did you fly up here too? Did you drink too?"
Yuping was torn between laughter and tears. She was about to speak to comfort her when Feng Yinwan frowned, her voice filled with indignation.
"Ye Tinglan, that bastard, what right does he have!"
"It was clearly the scheming of that little white lotus. Last time, this time, he's like he's blind and deaf. I really want to knock open his head and see if his brain is growing crooked!"
Song Qing'an was still by the side.
Yuping's face turned pale with fright at Feng Yinwan's unrestrained speech. Just as she was about to cover her mouth, the door to the private room was suddenly broken open with a forceful blow.
Ye Tinglan's expression was gloomy. When his gaze landed on Song Qing'an in the private room, the sharp coldness around him seemed capable of drowning everyone.
"Knock open this King's head?"
"Feng Yinwan, you have quite the nerve."
Feng Yinwan, having drunk alcohol, had far more nerve than that.
Seeing the scoundrel himself suddenly appear before her, her beautiful eyes widened a bit. She immediately clung to Yuping and stood up.
"Yuping, look! It's this bastard!"
She pointed directly at him, almost touching Ye Tinglan's handsome thin lips.
Her expression was one of surprise mixed with a hint of delight.
Yuping's eyelids twitched in fear. She quickly pulled Feng Yinwan's hand back.
"Miss, you... you're mistaken..."
"Impossible! I'm telling you, I remember it very clearly! I'd recognize this bastard even if he turned to ash!"
"Miss!"
Stop talking...
Not daring to look at Ye Tinglan's face, Yuping helped her up and prepared to retreat. However, Feng Yinwan stubbornly refused to move.
"Hey, don't push me! Watch me teach him a lesson..."
Before she could finish speaking, her front was seized by a powerful force. She was slightly stunned, and before she could see the source of the force, her body was pulled out.
"Ouch!"
The "wall" in front of her was incredibly hard, and her nose turned red from the impact!
Feng Yinwan frowned and unceremoniously delivered a punch.
"Dare to bump into me, I'll beat you to death!"
Her punch was soft and lacked any real force. Ye Tinglan received it with a dark expression, but a faint scent of alcohol entered his nostrils.
His gaze swept over the open bottle of peach blossom wine on the table, and Ye Tinglan's brow furrowed. A darker shade of anger appeared in his ink-like eyes.
She dared to drink in front of another man!
With a cold glint in his eyes, the hand that gripped her also carried a hint of anger.
Feng Yinwan's small face scrunched up in pain. "Yuping, my hand is caught by a turtle shell. Protect me, quickly protect me!"
Yuping was startled at the words, then realized what she meant by "turtle shell." But just then, Feng Yinwan had already struggled free and raised her hand to slap Ye Tinglan's handsome face...
"Slap—"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was crisp.
The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.
"I'll slap you, you green turtle!"
Ye Tinglan's handsome face darkened heavily, so dark it seemed ready to drip ink.
"Have you had enough?"
Her wrist was held tightly by a powerful force. Feng Yinwan cried out in pain, her face paling several shades.
Yuping cried out, "Your Highness!"
"The Royal Consort is delicate. I ask Your Highness to show mercy."
This sentence came from Song Qing'an.
Ye Tinglan coldly glanced at him, his tone forceful and carrying an undeniable deterrence.
"My woman is not for you to worry about."
With that, he directly picked up Feng Yinwan and turned to leave.
Yuping's heart raced. She wanted to chase after them but was stopped by a guard. "His Highness will take good care of the Royal Consort."
Carried all the way to the carriage, Feng Yinwan struggled, but her body was roughly thrown onto the small couch.
The couch was soft, but she still fell painfully!
Before she could get up, Ye Tinglan leaned in, his imposing aura making her gasp for air.
"What are you doing!"
"Shut up."
He roughly pushed her aside and then sat down with a cold expression.
Feng Yinwan struggled to climb up, but before she could steady herself, the carriage had already started moving, and she immediately fell back down.
This fall was even more painful than the last!
Before she could see clearly, her body was shoved away with great force.
Ye Tinglan's face was filled with anger, his ink-like eyes radiating a cold chill.
"Stay away from this King!"
"Stingy, hard as a rock, who cares to lean on you!"
Feng Yinwan grumbled and tried to get up, but the carriage took a turn, and she fell headfirst into Ye Tinglan's arms.
Ye Tinglan stiffened as his chest was suddenly occupied by warmth and softness. Before he could warn her, Feng Yinwan tilted her head up.
Due to the alcohol, her porcelain-like face was slightly flushed, her small lips were tender and red, silently inviting a kiss. Her eyes were like they were drenched in dew, shimmering and alluring.
Ye Tinglan's throat tightened. His eyes, as deep as ink, were subtly filled with an uncontrollable desire.
"Feng Yinwan, you brought this upon yourself!"