That day she had been in a hurry to leave, and later, after the incident in the garden, Feng Yiyi had already disappeared by the time the banquet ended.
She hadn't had a chance to deal with it yet, and now Feng Yiyi had come to her.
Initially, she only intended to utter a few deterrent words to make her shut up. Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Feng Yiyi trembled as if she had seen a ghost, her face instantly turning ashen.
Feng Yinwan frowned, "Are you alright?"
From her memory, this stepsister was quite overbearing and not a timid person at all.
"N-no, I'm fine."
Feng Yiyi recovered, "Eldest Sister, I was a bit clumsy that day, but I didn't do it on purpose. Since no real harm was done, you should be magnanimous and let it go."
Her words were delivered with such righteous indignation that Feng Yinwan almost burst out laughing.
Just as she got rid of one “little white lotus,” another "PUA" had appeared?
"Feng Yiyi, it's been so long, but your skin is still as thick as it was when we were children."
She really should let Ye Tinglan hear what true sophistry was.
Rolling her eyes subtly, she directly led the way inside. From behind, Feng Yiyi watched her retreating figure, a calculating glint flickering in her eyes.
Hearing that Feng Yinwan had returned home, Feng Jingyuan hurried back from the military. He was very pleased to see that she had brought him a gift, and immediately ordered someone to invite the master chef from the capital's best restaurant, the Four Seas Cloud Feast, to their manor.
When Feng Yinwan heard this news, she was in her boudoir tidying up old belongings. Upon hearing it, she immediately put down her things and, pulling Yu Ping along, headed towards the dining hall.
Her embroidered pavilion was not far from the dining hall. In just a moment, the two arrived nearby, but as they passed the ornate gate, they overheard hushed voices.
"Mother, that slut suddenly returned, have you hidden everything securely?"
"Don't worry, I guarantee she won't find anything!"
The voices of the two were already intentionally lowered, and coupled with the distance, Feng Yinwan couldn't hear very clearly.
Before she could listen carefully for another moment, footsteps sounded ahead, and two figures emerged from behind the rockery. It was Feng Yiyi and her mother, Concubine Yu.
Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows and, pretending to be passing by, walked over.
"Madam Yu and Sister, what are you doing here? Why aren't you going in?"
Unprepared for her sudden appearance, the two were startled.
Madam Yu's eyes flickered, and she immediately managed a sheepish smile, "Ah... it's Yinwan, isn't it? Yiyi is about to reach her coming-of-age ceremony and doesn't know how to be proper. I was just disciplining her."
Feng Yinwan nodded in agreement.
"This Princess Consort also feels that Sister is indeed a bit rash. It's said that a daughter takes after her mother, and her character is likely ingrained from birth. If Madam Yu wishes to discipline her, it will likely require a great deal of effort."
Her remark was a direct insult to both of them. Madam Yu and Feng Yiyi's expressions changed, and they could only force a smile and change the subject.
"Hehe... it's getting late, let's go in quickly."
After a short wait, Old General Feng and Feng Jingyuan arrived. Feng Yinwan watched as exquisite delicacies were served one after another and immediately had the urge to stay at her family home for the rest of her life.
"Wan'er, eat well. If there's anything else you want to eat, just have the chef make it."
Feng Yinwan, with a chicken drumstick in her mouth, shed tears of gratitude, "Thank you, Father!"
As she took a sip of fruit wine, Madam Yu, holding her wine cup, smiled and said,
"Master, we are all happy today that Yinwan has returned home. I will propose a toast to you and Yinwan to share in the joy."
She then drank it down herself. Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows and symbolically took a sip from her wine cup.
Before she could even put down her wine cup, Madam Yu looked at her and said again.
"I didn't expect that after Yinwan married into the Prince Mo's manor, the scars on her face would also heal. Yiyi told me before, and I almost didn't believe it. Seeing you today, there's really no trace of them left!"
Her words carried a hint of sarcasm. Feng Yinwan secretly slipped Yu Ping a chicken drumstick and directly pretended not to hear.
Seeing that she was completely ignoring her, Madam Yu looked embarrassed and then turned to Old General Feng.
"Master, seeing that Yinwan is living so well in the Prince's manor, we can also be at ease. You raised Yinwan from childhood, and now that everything is settled, it can be considered an explanation to your late sister in heaven."
"I am planning to visit the temple to burn incense in a few days. Perhaps I can also make a wish for your sister for you."
After Feng Yinwan and Feng Jingyuan's birth mother passed away, Old General Feng had not remarried, and Madam Yu was the only concubine in the household.
Hearing her mention the late wife, he was also touched, "You are very thoughtful."
A hint of smugness flashed in Madam Yu's eyes. Then, as if by chance, she said, "It is already April, and Yiyi is also approaching her coming-of-age ceremony. I will be going to pray for a good husband for her."
Her gaze swept over Feng Yinwan subtly, and she added, "I don't expect her to marry into royalty like Yinwan, into such a high family. I only wish for her husband to be diligent and ambitious, and not too poor."
Though she said this, her eyes kept drifting towards Feng Yinwan. Her intentions were almost written on her face.
Old General Feng naturally understood, "As daughters, I will naturally not show favoritism or mistreat Yiyi. The son of the Minister of War is young and promising, with excellent character, and would be quite suitable as Yiyi's husband."
The Minister of War was a fourth-rank official in the court. As fellow military officials, they had always been on good terms with the Feng family. Furthermore, he had only one son, who was of legitimate birth.
For Feng Yiyi, a concubine's daughter, marrying him was hardly a hardship.
Unexpectedly, Madam Yu's face changed upon hearing this, and Feng Yiyi directly voiced her displeasure.
"Father wants me to marry the son of the Minister of War? His father is only a fourth-rank official, and he himself is not even that. Why should I marry him!"
"Eldest Sister is the legitimate wife of a Prince. I am of concubine birth. I don't expect to be like Eldest Sister, but even being a secondary consort would be good!"
Not expecting her to be so reckless, Madam Yu's face turned pale, and she immediately rebuked her, "Yiyi, stop talking!"
However, Feng Yiyi didn't listen at all. She shot a glare at Feng Yinwan, then looked resentfully at Old General Feng.
"Mother, why aren't you letting me speak?"
"When Eldest Sister said she wanted to marry Prince Mo, Father even went to the Emperor for help. Why is it that when it comes to me, it's the son of a fourth-rank official? Isn't this favoritism!"
Before her words had even fallen, a solid slap landed on her face. Madam Yu glared at her, her hand trembling slightly.
"You shut your mouth!"
Feng Yiyi clutched her face in disbelief, "Mother, why did you hit me!"
Madam Yu gritted her teeth in anger, then turned to face Old General Feng's stern expression, and immediately trembled.
"Master, Yiyi was just too anxious and spoke nonsense just now, you know that. She's usually very obedient, she would never say such disobedient words..."
Obedient?
Feng Yinwan picked up a handkerchief to wipe the oil from her hands and sneered, "Madam Yu, do you perhaps have a misunderstanding of the word 'obedient'?"