Qi Xuan thought, "Oh no, I wouldn't dare say that."
However, before he could speak, Yu Ping chased him out with a feather duster.
The door to the embroidered pavilion slammed shut in front of him with a "bang," mercilessly.
...
Ink King's Manor.
Ye Tinglan stared at the candle on his desk, which had burned more than halfway down, his handsome face as cold and dark as primordial ice.
The attendant beside him was so oppressed by the powerful aura that he couldn't breathe. He immediately picked up the empty teacup from the desk and quietly withdrew.
As soon as he left the study, the oppressive aura vanished. Before the attendant could fully exhale, he saw Qi Xuan pacing outside the courtyard gate and called out.
"Hey, Guard Qi..."
Qi Xuan's eyelids twitched, and he quickly raised his hand to cover the attendant's mouth.
He peeked into the study and, seeing nothing amiss, breathed a sigh of relief.
The attendant, confused, asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Qi Xuan waved his hand impatiently, "Is the Prince inside?"
The attendant nodded.
"Yes, he should be waiting for you. Hurry in."
How could he dare!
He sighed silently, and then his eyes happened to fall on the teacup in the attendant's hand. Qi Xuan's movements froze, and his usually slow mind suddenly became sharp.
Seeing him staring with a growingly eerie smile, the attendant fearfully took a step back.
"I'll go make tea for the Prince first..."
Before he could finish speaking, the tea set in his hand was snatched away. "You, come here."
Dark clouds obscured the moon, and it was soon the third watch of the night.
As the drumbeats passed, Ye Tinglan's slightly closed eyes fluttered open, his gaze chilling to the bone.
The attendant entered and was met by this coldness, his body trembling, his hand holding the tea shaking even more.
"Prince... Your Highness."
Ye Tinglan, impatient, merely gestured for him to set it down.
"Has Qi Xuan not returned yet?"
The attendant trembled, his heart leaping into his throat.
"Guard Qi just sent a message saying the Princess was weary from her journey today and has already rested. She should... probably not be returning tonight."
As the words fell, a powerful gust of wind swept through, and the teacup on the table shattered instantly.
This damned woman, how dare she openly defy him!
Ye Tinglan curled his lips, his voice as cold as frost, "Tell Qi Xuan, even if he has to tie her up, he must bring her back to this Prince!"
Feng Yinwan was, of course, not tied back. Not only that, but she also slept soundly.
And she remained true to her original intention. The next morning, as soon as she got up, she began to put her promise into action—
Writing a letter of divorce!
Yu Ping entered the room just as she was wielding her brush with gusto, large strokes of ink falling onto the paper. Feng Yinwan bit the end of her brush and beckoned her over.
"Take a look and tell me what you think."
This was her first time writing such a thing, and she was truly inexperienced.
Yu Ping immediately stepped forward. Upon seeing the characters on the paper, her brows furrowed.
"Miss, your handwriting..."
Feng Yinwan's eyelids twitched, and her heart sank.
Bad, she had forgotten about this.
If her handwriting wasn't exceptionally ugly, it was only slightly better than a dog's scratches! How could an ancient person, like the original owner, write uglier than her!
Feng Yinwan froze, thinking of a reason to gloss over it, but then saw Yu Ping look at her with amusement and shake her head.
"It's exactly the same as before!"
Exactly the same... exactly the same!
Feng Yinwan's hanging heart dropped with a "pia," and she immediately felt capable again.
Good heavens, so ugliness was also a form of camouflage!
She gave a awkward smile, and then, to cover her embarrassment, coughed lightly, "Stop teasing me. Focus on the content!"
Yu Ping then began to read seriously. After a while, the smile on her face faded, and her expression turned grave.
Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows and teased her.
"What's wrong? You look so glum, as if I'm the one divorcing you."
Yu Ping frowned slightly, "Miss, do you truly intend to divorce His Highness?"
Yu Ping had not been with them on the trip to Qingpu Temple, so when she heard the news last night, she was utterly shocked.
In principle, she naturally supported her young lady, but...
"Miss, you've loved His Highness for so many years. Can you truly let go so easily?"
Yu Ping had been by Feng Yinwan's side since childhood. She had witnessed the original owner's infatuation with Ye Tinglan from beginning to end.
However, the current Feng Yinwan was not the original Feng Yinwan.
She not only could let go, but she desperately wanted to!
"What is there to not let go of? Who hasn't liked a few scumbags in their youth."
"Scumbags?"
"Ahem... what I mean is, I must have been bewitched before. Otherwise, with my eyes, I wouldn't have fallen for him!"
The words came out very smoothly, but Yu Ping remained skeptical.
"Miss..."
"Alright, alright, this matter is settled."
Feng Yinwan quickly put away the divorce letter and pushed Yu Ping out.
"I've been eating vegetarian food at Qingpu Temple for days. My mouth is practically numb. Let's go to Sihai Yunyan and have a good meal!"
Yu Ping wanted to say more, but since she was interrupted, she had no choice but to remain silent.
They had barely left the manor when Ye Tinglan's carriage arrived at the General's mansion.
The carriage swayed slightly and stopped steadily in front of the mansion gate.
"Your Highness, we've arrived."
Inside the carriage, Ye Tinglan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them. Under his jade-like handsome face, two dark circles were particularly noticeable.
He gave a soft "Mm," and stood up to get out of the carriage. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by a guard just as he reached the mansion gate.
"How dare you! You dare to stop the Ink King!"
The guard bowed neither servile nor overbearing.
"My master and young master have already led their troops to war. If Your Highness wishes to pay a visit, please come another day."
The attendant wanted to scold him further, but Ye Tinglan raised his hand and smiled faintly.
"This King wishes to see Feng Yinwan."
Unexpectedly, the guard nodded but did not step aside.
"Your Highness has come at an unfortunate time. The eldest young lady is also not in the mansion. However, we had anticipated Your Highness's arrival. There is an item that the subordinate has been instructed to deliver to you."
Ye Tinglan's narrow eyes narrowed, and a cold glint immediately spread.
"What is it."
"The eldest young lady said that Your Highness will understand when you see it."
The guard handed the letter to him and retreated. Ye Tinglan's brow furrowed, and his jade-like fingertips clasped the letter and opened it.
The first thing he saw were the striking characters "Letter of Divorce" – ugly and glaring.
Ye Tinglan's expression darkened fiercely, his handsome face turning to frost.
This damned woman, how dare she!
"Your Highness..."
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the attendant cautiously stepped forward. However, as soon as he spoke, he was met with a fierce, cold glare that instantly stunned him.
Ye Tinglan clenched the hand holding the divorce letter heavily, and in an instant, the paper turned to dust.
...
Just as the long street was bustling, Feng Yinwan and Yu Ping strolled along, shopping. After half an hour, they finally spotted the golden signboard of Sihai Yunyan.
As they were about to step forward, Yu Ping gently pulled her arm.
"Miss, is that Young Master Song?"
Feng Yinwan looked up. A figure in a light blue robe entered a nearby pharmacy, walking slowly, clearly injured.
It really was Song Qing'an.
"Miss, what is Young Master Song doing at the pharmacy?"
The matter from last time had not yet been clarified. Although Song Qing'an was also framed, Yu Ping was still wary of him, and thus exceptionally sensitive.
"He was the accompanying副将 (fùjiàng - deputy general) on this trip to Qingpu Temple. He is... injured."
Speaking of which, his injuries were sustained while saving her.
Before she had a chance to thank him in person, Feng Yinwan felt quite guilty.
"Let's go take a look."