"You have some skills," Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows and retorted, not to be outdone.
"Your Highness flatters me. If I didn't have some skills, how could I have climbed into Prince Yun's bed?"
"You!"
Unexpectedly, even in her state, her words were still infuriating. Ye Tinglan's face churned with dark emotions, and he let out a cold snort, flicking his sleeve.
"Your bones are quite hard."
Feng Yinwan ignored him. "No matter how hard my bones are, I'm afraid they're not as hard as Your Highness's mouth."
She swept a faint glance at Ye Tinglan, curling her lips. "What? Your Highness has deigned to visit my humble courtyard, and you don't intend to apologize?"
He was clearly here to beg her, yet he maintained such a cold, displeased expression. How dare he criticize her?!
His thoughts exposed so plainly, Ye Tinglan's handsome face darkened further.
He stared at the confident smile on Feng Yinwan's lips, a nameless anger rising within him.
"Apologize? Feng Yinwan, what are you? Do you think you deserve an apology from this Prince in person!"
This woman was utterly, infuriatingly exasperating!
"It's not an apology..."
Feng Yinwan feigned regret, propping up her chin, her expression calm and unruffled. "Since Your Highness is not here to apologize, then please leave."
She dared to dismiss him!
Ye Tinglan clenched his fists tightly, his anger soaring to its peak.
He couldn't kill her; he still needed her to treat Tingyun's heart ailment.
He couldn't kill her; he still needed her to treat Tingyun's heart ailment!
He repeated it twice before he managed to restrain himself from acting.
With a stern face, he pursed his lips and said coldly, "Go and treat Tingyun's heart ailment!"
Hearing this, Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows, nearly laughing out loud at his entitled command.
Yesterday and today, this man had wronged her twice – first by sending a divorce letter, then by striking her.
And now he dared to presumptuously order her to treat Ye Tingyun's illness?!
Had he eaten too much shit, or drunk too much fake wine!
Gritting her teeth, she replied coldly, "This consort does not know medicine and cannot treat Prince Yun's heart ailment. Your Highness should invite an imperial physician instead."
Seeing that she had immediately refused without even a second thought, Ye Tinglan's brows furrowed heavily.
"Didn't you just want to prove your medical skills to this Prince? Now I am giving you an opportunity."
"Go and treat Tingyun. If you can cure his heart ailment, this Prince will believe your claims!"
However, Feng Yinwan responded with a huge roll of her eyes.
"I told you I don't know medicine. If Your Highness wants to believe me, you might as well believe in the light!"
"Feng Yinwan, don't be ungrateful. This Prince is giving you a chance!"
Giving her a chance?!
Feng Yinwan scoffed. "Since it has come to this, I will be frank with you."
"Your Highness thinks I have something with Young Master Song. I admit it now. Yesterday at the General's mansion, Young Master Song and I were engaged in intimate relations."
"If Your Highness hadn't appeared in time, who knows what else would have been added to my head today!"
"Oh, right, and today."
"Just now, in the side hall, didn't Your Highness see it with your own eyes? It was me who, while Prince Yun was unconscious, removed his clothes and got into his bed."
"Prince Yun didn't resist at all when he woke up and saw what I did!"
"You shut your mouth!"
Her words tumbled out one after another, and Ye Tinglan felt as if he would spit blood from her reckless talk.
This woman, knowing full well why he was angry, was willing to sacrifice her own reputation to speak this way, clearly trying to provoke him!
Her unrestrained speech, her vulgar words, were utterly outrageous!
He was seething with anger, while on the other side, Feng Yinwan continued to curl her lips with an unruffled expression.
"What I said is the truth. Your Highness has every right to be angry."
"How about this, Your Highness can order me to be arrested right now and report me to the Emperor for the crime of an unchaste woman."
"If you're still angry, you can just strike me down with your sword, so you don't have to see me and be reminded that your head might be green, and be so vexed!"
Ye Tinglan was still furious, but for some reason, after realizing she was deliberately provoking him, his mind suddenly calmed down.
He swept a faint glance at her and sneered, "Do you think this Prince will deal with you so easily?"
"Feng Yinwan, if you want to die, you'll have to do it after you've cured Tingyun's heart ailment!"
Now it was Feng Yinwan's turn to be furious enough to die.
She never expected this man to be so shameless, thinking only of discarding her after she was of use.
Gritting her teeth, she also turned cold. "Impossible, don't even think about it!"
Seeing that she was no longer pretending, Ye Tinglan's thin lips curved into a smug smile.
"Then this Prince will wait here until you are willing to treat Tingyun's heart ailment!"
Seeing that coercion wouldn't work, he resorted to wearing her down. Feng Yinwan rolled her eyes without any pretense.
"Your Highness is welcome to wait!"
Having regained some strength, she spoke and prepared to return to her room. However, before she could take a step, Ye Tinglan grabbed her arm.
"When did this Prince give you permission to leave?"
Feng Yinwan's brows furrowed tightly. "What does Your Highness mean by this?!"
He was playing dirty, wasn't he?
The dignified God of War had no shame left?
Without waiting for her to finish, Ye Tinglan tightened his grip and pulled her back.
Then, Feng Yinwan was forced to endure several hours of brutal oppression!
She was thirsty and wanted a cup of tea.
Ye Tinglan held her wrist tightly, preventing her from getting up.
She was hungry, and her stomach rumbled loudly.
Ye Tinglan still held her tightly, even with a subtle hint of triumph on his lips.
Feng Yinwan gritted her teeth in secret, thinking of asking the bracelet for some hunger-quenching pills.
But Ye Tinglan watched her more closely than he would money, leaving her no opportunity at all!
Feng Yinwan cried out that he was wicked.
Not letting her eat or drink, was this bastard trying to starve her to death!
She had the will of steel, but she couldn't resist hunger.
Finally, after her stomach growled for the 10086th time, Feng Yinwan gritted her teeth and surrendered. "What exactly does Your Highness want!"
Ye Tinglan curled his lips, wearing the smile of a victor.
"To treat Tingyun's heart ailment!"
Feng Yinwan: "...Then you might as well starve me to death!"
Ye Tinglan pursed his lips and gazed at her steadily, offering no comment.
Seeing that he truly intended to starve her to death, Feng Yinwan gritted her teeth again.
"This is a misunderstanding on your part. If you don't apologize, I will die before I treat Ye Tingyun!"
"Furthermore, when I examined him earlier, I discovered that his heart ailment had reached a very serious stage."
"Congenital heart disease naturally worsens with age. I can afford to wait, but Ye Tingyun may not be able to!"
Her words carried a certain degree of intimidation.
To her surprise, upon hearing this, Ye Tinglan's fingers, which were gripping her wrist, quietly loosened their hold.
Just as Feng Yinwan thought he was hesitating, she heard him say in a deep voice.
"Regarding the previous matter, this Prince wronged you."
"Since you know medicine, diligently treat Tingyun's heart ailment. If this matter is successful, this Prince will overlook all past transgressions and grant you a favor, what do you say?"
Ye Tinglan's favor was naturally quite precious.
Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows, and before she could respond, she heard him continue.
"If you still feel your resentment cannot be dispelled, you can make other requests."
Other requests?
As Feng Yinwan listened, a hint of slyness flashed in her beautiful eyes.