A bucket of cold water was doused down, instantly drenching Feng Yiyi like a drowned chicken.
With a scream, she slowly woke up, her face still tinged with a strange blush.
"Feng Yiyi, how does it feel to have your own medicine used on you?"
Her eyes met Feng Yinwan's ice-cold, beautiful face. A jolt went through Feng Yiyi's mind, and her consciousness instantly returned.
"You... you wretched woman, I'll kill you!"
She lunged at Feng Yinwan fiercely, but before she could get close, she was kicked away by a guard. She cried out and fell back.
Zhao Yong rushed forward, belatedly exclaiming, "Prot... protect the Consort!"
Feng Yinwan found him an eyesore. "Lord Zhao, this Consort has something to ask her privately. Please wait outside."
"Consort, how can that be!"
He wouldn't dare leave Feng Yinwan alone for anything.
"This woman is deranged and tried to harm you and the child in your womb earlier. How can this subordinate..."
Before he could finish, there was a dull "crack." The water bucket the yamen runner had placed on the ground was shattered by Feng Yinwan's palm.
Zhao Yong's mouth formed an 'o' and he decisively closed it.
This was no frail, helpless pregnant woman. Even ten Feng Yiyis would not be her match!
"Consort... Consort, take your time asking. This subordinate will lead the men to wait outside!"
With that, he quickly left with the yamen runners. Before leaving, he gave a stern warning to the prisoners in the surrounding cells.
"All of you, behave yourselves!"
The prison finally returned to silence, but Feng Yinwan did not rush forward.
The pain in her body subsided. Feng Yiyi struggled to get up, wanting to press forward again stubbornly, but was stopped by Feng Yinwan's cold voice.
"Feng Yiyi, take a good look at where you are."
Feng Yiyi paused and only then realized she was in prison.
However, this cell was clearly different from the last one; it was dirty and dilapidated, and there were even rats!
A fist-sized rat scurried past her eyes. Feng Yiyi's face turned ashen. She wanted to scream, but seeing the gazes of the men in the surrounding cells, she forced herself to stop.
Her clothes had been torn open by herself after taking the medicine, and she had just been doused with water. They now clung tightly to her, yet still failed to conceal her curves, her alluring figure exposed.
These men were brazenly appraising her body, their undisguised lewd stares making her sick!
"Swish—"
A robe fluttered down from above, completely covering her body.
Feng Yiyi blinked slightly, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the robe, and she looked up fiercely.
"Stop pretending to be kind. I became like this all because of you!"
That wretch Feng Yinwan, she wished she could kill her and let her die a terrible death!
Her hatred only earned a cold sneer.
Feng Yinwan's eyes were indifferent as she looked down at her. "Feng Yiyi, it seems you still haven't understood what it means to weave your own cocoon."
She had only herself to blame for her current predicament.
Feng Yiyi's eyes filled with malice, and she began to laugh deliriously.
"Yes, it's all my fault! You, Feng Yinwan, are so noble! Are you satisfied now? Satisfied!"
"Satisfied?"
"Feng Yiyi, if you didn't still bear the title of 'Second Young Lady of the General's Estate,' I wouldn't even spare you a glance, even if you were dead."
She was afraid of bad luck.
"You...!"
"What 'you'? This Consort is not here to reminisce with you."
Glancing at her dismissively, Feng Yinwan strode forward. "Do you know why this Consort is here?"
A thought flashed through Feng Yiyi's mind, and a hint of fear flickered in her eyes.
Before she could speak, Feng Yinwan's slightly chilling voice sounded in her ear.
"I know you're not used to living in this prison. How about this, this Consort sends your good mother to join you, shall we?"
What trick was this wretch playing!
"My mother did nothing wrong, why would you imprison her!"
Feng Yinwan's eyebrows rose slightly, and the words she spoke made Feng Yiyi instantly turn pale.
"That Hai Ling Xiang wasn't yours, was it?"
"Feng Yiyi, do you really think this Consort doesn't know about your private dealings?"
She was referring, of course, to the遗物 (yíwù -遺物) left by her mother.
Having never expected her to come for this matter, Feng Yiyi immediately averted her gaze in panic.
"What... what private dealings? What are you talking about!"
Her reaction was telling.
She had only intended to bluff her, and having gotten the answer she wanted, Feng Yinwan's lips curved in a satisfied smile.
"Guess how long those things will keep you and your mother in prison?"
A box of Bing Xue Yu Ji Gao (ice and snow jade skin cream) was worth three years in prison. Feng Yiyi dared not think further.
"What do you mean 'how long'? We didn't take your things. Your mother's junk was returned long ago!"
Feng Yinwan sneered and looked at her. "When did I say what you privately kept was my mother's?"
"You...!"
Having confessed by mistake, Feng Yiyi was so angry she wanted to slap herself.
"I don't care what your things are! I said they weren't taken, and they weren't! If you have proof, sue me!"
She was sure this wretch had no evidence!
Unexpectedly, Feng Yinwan's red lips curved slightly. "Don't worry, this Consort will naturally not miss a single item. However..."
She paused slightly, then raised her hand to caress her abdomen, her smile widening.
"Compared to the crime of theft, this Consort is more curious about what penalty the charge of 'attempted murder of the Consort and the heir' would incur?"
Feng Yiyi's body stiffened sharply.
How could she have forgotten that this wretch was pregnant!
The Emperor and the Empress Dowager valued this child immensely. If this wretch reported it to the imperial court, wouldn't she... be doomed to die!
In an instant, her blood ran cold.
Feng Yinwan cast a faint glance at her with her eyes half-closed.
"Sister, didn't you get out of prison quite quickly last time? This Consort is curious to see if it will be the same this time."
Attempted murder of royal blood was nothing compared to stealing a box of cheap medicine!
Her gesture of folding her sleeves was lazy and noble, clearly the posture of a victor. Feng Yiyi's body stiffened, and the knuckles of her fingers, which were gripping the hem of her skirt, began to turn white uncontrollably.
This wretch was clearly here to show off!
The private keeping of heirlooms was just an excuse to provoke her and watch her suffer!
Her sharp fingernails dug fiercely into her palm, and the malice in Feng Yiyi's eyes was almost frenzied.
Feng Yinwan's red lips curved slightly. "Alright, the General's Estate cannot be without a master for a day. This Consort will return to manage affairs first. Sister, take care."
With that, she turned to leave. Feng Yiyi's body stiffened and she scrambled after her.
"Stop! What do you mean by that!"
What do you mean 'without a master for a day'? Had this wretch really made a move against her mother?!
The prison door was closed before she could reach it, and Feng Yiyi, unable to dodge, crashed straight into it with a "bang."
The scene before her blurred further, leaving only Feng Yinwan's moon-white skirt spread on the prison floor, swaying like water, like a clear lotus on green waves.
This wretch, why was she still so pure and elegant even in such a place!
Feng Yiyi clutched the iron gate with all her might.
"Feng Yinwan, explain yourself..."