Feng Yin Wan also sensed something unusual upon hearing this. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her beautiful eyes immediately fixed.
Night Ting Lan's reputation as a God of War was well-known. Who dared to be so audacious as to tamper with the water sources around the military camp!
Two figures flashed in her mind, and Feng Yin Wan's heart tightened, the answer almost presenting itself.
"Your Highness..."
The several harassment and assassination attempts by the Wuxi Pavilion must have a mastermind behind them. While there was no direct evidence pointing to Ye Ting Yu and Ye Ting Yan, the secret meeting at Ju Xian Lou, the rescue of Feng Yi Yi from prison, and this sudden outbreak of malaria.
The two were like thorns, stuck there in every way, causing unease.
Night Ting Lan nodded. "This Prince will report to Father Emperor and request a thorough investigation into this matter."
The burly man recovered quite quickly after waking up and was able to get out of bed and move around the next day. Feng Yin Wan went to check on the patients as usual, but as soon as she lifted the tent flap, a fist was swung at her face, narrowly missing her.
In a flash, the fist was firmly restrained by her, suspended in front of her, not advancing an inch further.
Upon seeing her, the burly man was stunned, almost dropping his jaw.
"Wang... Wang Fei?!"
Unlike yesterday, the burly man's voice had fully recovered, and it was... surprisingly effeminate!
Feng Yin Wan stared at the extremely rugged face before her for a second, feeling a bit of existential doubt.
A burly man who looked like a brute, yet spoke in an effeminate voice. Was this a collapse of morality, or a distortion of human nature?
"Cough... practicing?"
She coughed lightly and withdrew her hand. Her intention was to give a perfunctory reply and then search for Jiang Ru Mo inside. However, the burly man's eyes blinked, and he nodded at her excitedly.
"Practicing! Your subordinate saw that you have excellent skills, Wang Fei. Are you also practicing?"
Feng Yin Wan was startled. "Practicing... I suppose?"
She had indeed been practicing before, but recently she had been so busy she barely had time to turn around, let alone find time for these things.
Speaking of which, Night Ting Lan still hadn't returned her sword!
Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and Feng Yin Wan mentally made a note of it.
The burly man, however, felt nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, he became even more excited upon hearing her answer.
"Your subordinate said, why would His Highness agree to marry you as his Wang Fei? It turns out it wasn't as the rumors in the market suggested, that he was blind!"
Feng Yin Wan: ???
Ah? This... is this something that can be said?!
The burly man continued to praise her.
"Your subordinate saw you effortlessly block that punch just now, and I'm sure you are a master yourself! After lying in this godforsaken place for days, my body has become too sluggish. I wonder if Wang Fei would be willing to spar with your subordinate a few rounds to stretch our muscles?"
As he spoke, his eyes seemed to turn into stars, and his admiration for Feng Yin Wan was evident.
Feng Yin Wan pressed her forehead.
She seemed to understand why Night Ting Lan had that constipated expression yesterday.
"Uh, this..."
The words "burly man" almost slipped out, but Feng Yin Wan paused and corrected herself in time. "Commander Qian."
"Qian Guan!"
"Ah?"
The burly man looked at her encouragingly, smiling. "My name is Qian Guan. Wang Fei, please call me by my name!"
Feng Yin Wan almost couldn't hold back her laughter. "Qian Guan, is it? A good name!"
It suited her aesthetic and temperament as a money-grubber!
Receiving the compliment, the burly man became visibly happier, scratching his head sheepishly. "Wang Fei, shall we?"
Fine, this guy still wanted to spar with her.
Feng Yin Wan's lips twitched slightly. She cleared her throat and lowered her voice.
"Qian Guan, there's no one else here. This Wang Fei has a question for you."
Her expression was serious, and even her voice carried a hint of sternness. The burly man immediately adopted a serious demeanor. "Wang Fei, please speak."
"Yesterday, when His Highness introduced you to this Wang Fei, why did you make that expression?"
It was so resentful, it was almost like a complaining wife.
Unexpectedly, she, speaking so seriously, was actually here to gossip. The burly man's pupils trembled, and his heart shattered.
"Wang Fei... Can your subordinate refuse to answer this question?"
"Commander Qian, it's not that this Wang Fei is saying this to you, but you're being too formal."
What gossip could she, a legitimate daughter of a general's mansion and the official Wang Fei of Prince Mo, an imperial envoy, not listen to!
The burly man hesitated for a moment, then mumbled, "His Highness... dislikes me."
He said "dislikes" as if it were a matter of abandonment after a fling. Feng Yin Wan doubted her ears.
"Commander Qian, what does that mean?"
The burly man's face became even more dejected.
"Your subordinate is a commander in the army, naturally under His Highness's command. But yesterday, in front of Wang Fei, His Highness actually said that your subordinate was General Li's subordinate!"
Wasn't this just him being embarrassed and wanting to distance himself!
He looked at her with an expression that seemed to say, "Wang Fei, please judge this." To his surprise, he met Feng Yin Wan's slightly upturned lips, and was immediately hurt.
"Wang Fei!"
Feng Yin Wan quickly stifled her laugh and pretended to comfort him.
"That's it? This Wang Fei thought it was something serious!"
"Don't be sad. Life is always bitter before it is sweet. Look, His Highness was unwilling to acknowledge this Wang Fei's identity before, but now he has slapped himself in the face!"
"Dealing with scum like this, we have to do this, then that, and finally give him a good stab, and it'll be pure bliss!"
She advised him earnestly, almost calling out "Sister."
Qian Guan listened in a daze. Before he could respond, a sudden chill swept into the tent. The next moment, the tent flap was lifted by a long, jade-like hand, and Night Ting Lan's grim, handsome face appeared.
He stiffened. Before he could even utter "Your Highness," Feng Yin Wan interrupted him.
"Guan'er, did you understand?"
She had spoken so hard for so long, yet this fellow's expression had become even worse. Had he seen a ghost?
The next moment, the "ghost" behind her spoke.
"Oh? How is Wang Fei planning to stab this Prince?"
This chilling remark, spoken almost at her ear, made Feng Yin Wan tremble violently and, without intending to, she... knelt down!
Standing before her was the burly man, Qian Guan.
Before her knees could touch the ground, her back hem was caught by a force that was neither too heavy nor too light. She was thus suspended in mid-air in this awkward posture.
Qian Guan's face turned pale. He finally managed to take a breath and immediately leaped away from her as if flying.
"Your... Your subordinate greets His Highness!"
Night Ting Lan's sharp gaze swept over him, and with a wave of his hand, he lifted Feng Yin Wan up.
"Wasn't Wang Fei just getting into the mood? Why aren't you speaking now?"
Feng Yin Wan: You might as well ask for my life directly!
Bah, bah, bah, no more gossip, it's useless!
She tugged at her lips, still forcing out a stiff smile. "Your Highness must have misheard. This concubine has already finished speaking with Commander Qian."
Night Ting Lan pursed his thin lips, a hint of mockery appearing.
"Is that so? Then it is this Prince who arrived late?"
If he had arrived half an hour earlier, he would have heard exactly how she was instigating the burly man.
There was no other way but to bring up the past.
"Your Highness, don't talk about that first. If Commander Qian hadn't reminded me just now, this concubine would have almost forgotten, but this concubine's sword seems to be still with Your Highness."