He finished speaking and flicked his sleeve, leaving. As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, a dark shadow appeared.
"Your Highness, the person has been caught. He's a death warrior."
Upon hearing this, a trace of gloom welled up in Ye Tinglan's narrow eyes. "I underestimated their methods."
"Should we bring our men into the city?"
"No rush. I've only just returned to the capital. I want to see who is so impatient."
"Yes."
The dark shadow responded, catching sight of the bandage wrapped around his forehead. He asked with concern, "Your Highness, your head?"
Ye Tinglan's brow furrowed heavily. Before he could speak, a sweet voice rang out from within the courtyard.
"Kneel for nothing! That green turtle left long ago. Only a fool would kneel here!"
"Yuping, let's go! We're going back to sleep!"
The voice was unrestrained, incredibly clear, and even the disdain in its tone was audible.
The dark shadow was stunned.
Green... Green turtle?
Before he could look up, he felt a chill emanating from his side. He subtly glanced over, only to see his Prince already striding towards the courtyard.
The dark shadow's heart tightened.
Could it be...
Inside the room.
Feng Yinwan slumped back onto the bed, kicking off her shoes.
"Yuping, it's very cold. Add another quilt for me!"
As she spoke, she began to remove her outer clothing, intending to burrow into the bedding.
Ye Tinglan entered the room, and an embroidered shoe flew directly towards him. He parried it with a palm strike, his face immediately darkening like the bottom of a pot.
"Who told you to get up!"
Feng Yinwan flinched from the roar, almost slipping and falling to the ground.
"Your... Your Highness?"
What was going on? Why had the Night Turtle returned?
Fury raged on Ye Tinglan's handsome face. "I ordered you to kneel in the courtyard for two hours to reflect on your mistakes. Feng Yinwan, how dare you disregard my words!"
And she dared to call him a green turtle!
This woman was simply asking for death!
Never expecting to be caught red-handed, Feng Yinwan forced a guilty smile and got up stiffly.
"Your Highness misunderstands. How could this concubine dare... This concubine merely felt it was cold outside and wanted to return to add a layer of clothing."
"Your Highness knows, this concubine's constitution is inherently weak. If I fall ill because of this, wouldn't it be troublesome for you!"
"Taking medicine, seeing a doctor, finding someone to attend to me – all of it costs money. You still need to save money to marry a secondary consort. This concubine is thinking for you!"
She bent down, stealthily trying to put on her shoes, but couldn't find the other one. After looking around, she discovered it had landed at Ye Tinglan's feet.
Well, forget about wearing it now.
"In that case, I should thank the Princess Consort for her good intentions."
He stared at her with a grim expression and chilling eyes. Feng Yinwan waved her hand.
"We are one, husband and wife, with no separation. Your Highness, please don't be polite. If you truly feel indebted, then just waive my kneeling punishment."
Don't just talk about it, give me something tangible!
"Feng Yinwan!"
Ye Tinglan's handsome face darkened again with anger. His gaze fell on the red marks on her neck, and his fury surged once more.
"Behave yourself, remain demure, and stop playing tricks!"
Feng Yinwan nodded cooperatively. "Your Highness, rest assured. This concubine knows you want to remain chaste for Miss Qin. Even if I were to play tricks, they wouldn't be directed at you. After all, our tastes are different."
She wasn't the original owner, nor was she a masochist. She had no interest in chasing after someone only to bring trouble upon herself.
Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to inherit Ye Tinglan's wealth, live a life of luxury, and then find two male companions... no, two confidantes?
As she spoke, she spread her palms, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, exuding an air of magnanimity and casualness.
Ye Tinglan was slightly taken aback.
Just a month ago, this woman had been desperately trying to marry him, and the General's mansion had even pleaded with the Emperor to force him into marriage. Yet now that she was married, she treated him like... discardable refuse?
What had this woman gone through?
Had she truly found a lover?!
"Your Highness, don't look at me like that. I've been a widow for a month. Even a fool would have figured things out. A forced melon isn't sweet. This concubine has no reason to debase herself."
She just wanted to empty Ye Tinglan's coffers and, along the way, pick up a couple of ready-made ones.
Meeting her overly indifferent gaze, Ye Tinglan inexplicably felt a sense of discomfort. "You'd better be!"
"Qi Xuan, watch her here. She is to kneel for the full two hours before getting up. Not a moment less!"
He coldly issued this order and then stormed out, flicking his sleeve. As he turned, he vented his frustration by kicking Feng Yinwan's shoe away.
Feng Yinwan: ???
Night Turtle, you're not human, you're truly a dog!