The next moment, her face turned as white as paper. She struggled to stand up and ran out without a second thought.
The onlookers were baffled, staring at her in confusion.
"Hey… Miss!"
Yuping was also somewhat bewildered. Before she could speak, her nose was pinched.
Feng Yinwan held her breath and signaled to her.
[Hold your breath!]
Yuping instinctively did as she was told. Almost simultaneously, the maid's voice rang out.
"What's that smell? It's so foul?"
Everyone frowned, pinching their noses and looking at each other. Feise, who had been closest to Qin Rulian, clutched her chest and gagged. Her face was worse than if she had eaten a fly.
She had been squatting by Qin Rulian's legs, right in the direct path of… well, the fart.
Ye Tinglan, standing nearby, wasn't faring any better.
His handsome face shifted through a myriad of expressions, his lips trembling slightly as he clearly struggled to contain himself.
Feng Yinwan watched, thoroughly amused.
Go on, keep talking!
Weren't you so good at defending the "white lotus" just now? Why the silence?
After a while, estimating that the smell had dissipated, Feng Yinwan casually released her hand.
"Miss Qin, where were you rushing off to just now?"
Her expression was calm, and her confusion seemed genuine. Feise pursed her lips.
"I suppose she must have eaten something that disagreed with her…"
Feng Yinwan clicked her tongue and immediately feigned surprise. "But Miss Qin only ate a piece of crab just now. Could it be that the spicy crab is somehow problematic?"
Her casually spoken words sent a cold sweat down Feise's back.
Ye Tinglan was still here!
This spicy crab was brought by them. If there was a problem with it, how could they possibly explain it away!
Thus, she quickly interjected, "No, no, Your Highness Consort worries too much! Our young lady has been suffering from a rash recently and has been unable to eat, making her stomach weak, which is why this happened."
Feng Yinwan curved her lips. "So, you mean this matter has nothing to do with me?"
Feise faltered, and then, realizing the trap, gritted her teeth in anger.
This wench had dug a pit for her!
Feng Yinwan paid her no mind, directly raising her eyes to look at Ye Tinglan. "Your Highness, you heard everything, didn't you?"
This had absolutely nothing to do with her; she wasn't going to be framed!
Ye Tinglan's expression darkened at her words. He stood up, swept a cold glance at the spicy crab on the table, and then strode out.
Feng Yinwan lazily waved her hand. "Please extend my regards to Miss Qin for me, Your Highness. I haven't eaten yet, so I won't be accompanying you."
After seeing him off, Feng Yinwan was in excellent spirits, especially after seeing Ye Tinglan's face reeking of flatulence.
Humming a little tune, she sprinkled the medicinal powder into the basin and then eagerly picked up a piece of half-crab, popping it into her mouth.
Mmm~
It was indeed quite good.
…
For several days, it was rumored that Qin Rulian had been suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, and her facial rash had become inflamed. Xiu Chun Yuan was in chaos.
Feng Yinwan reveled in the peace, leisurely concocting medicines in her courtyard, while secretly treating her face.
However, this tranquility did not last for many days before it was shattered again.
One day, Feng Yinwan removed the nearly dry medicine from her face after waking up. The skin beneath was smooth and flawless, as delicate and even as an eggshell, showing not even a trace of a scar.
Yuping returned from outside with a basin of water. Upon seeing her face, her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
"Miss…"
After so many years, Miss's face had finally recovered!
Unprepared for Yuping witnessing this, Feng Yinwan was momentarily speechless. Before she could formulate a response, Yuping, beaming with joy, set down the water basin.
"Miss, hurry and wash up. I just saw many outside guests arrive at the manor!"
"Outside guests?"
Feng Yinwan frowned, puzzled.
Yuping sensed nothing amiss. "Yes, I heard the servants say that the Prince seems to be hosting a banquet at the manor, so those must be invited guests."
Feng Yinwan's eyebrows rose.
The Prince Mo's manor was hosting a banquet, and she, the Princess Consort, was completely unaware. It would be a laughingstock if word got out!
While she was pondering, Yuping handed her a damp silk cloth.
"Miss, wash up first. I'll go pick out some clothes for you. This is such a grand occasion, you should dress up nicely."
Feng Yinwan's lips curved into an enigmatic smile. "Indeed, I should dress up nicely."
Yuping worked quickly. In no time at all, Feng Yinwan was ready. Seeing her about to put on her mask, Yuping was confused.
"Miss, hasn't your face already recovered? Why are you still wearing a mask?"
Feng Yinwan chuckled lightly, her movements unhurried. "It's better to wear it than not. Who knows what trouble might arise otherwise."
Yuping nodded, a look of understanding dawning on her face. Feng Yinwan adjusted her clothes in the mirror and stood up.
"Let's go."