Her thoughts diverted, Madam Yu tilted her head back slightly, hands on her hips, and glared at her.
"Release Yiyi first, and I will give you the things!"
Feng Yinwan sneered, "Why does Madam Yu think she can negotiate terms with this Princess Consort?"
She was far too confident.
Not expecting her to be so difficult to handle, Madam Yu gritted her teeth.
"Feng Yinwan, those things your mother left behind, they're very important to you, aren't they? Don't you want them anymore!"
The things were indeed important, but they didn't have legs.
"If Madam Yu doesn't want to talk, then there's no need to waste more time. This Princess Consort has no leisure to bicker with you here."
Her expression turning cold, she rose to leave. Madam Yu's heart tightened secretly. She wanted to call out to her but forcibly restrained herself.
Until she saw Yiyi, she absolutely would not give the things to this wretched girl!
Feng Yinwan spent the entire morning in her room researching medicinal concoctions. It was only at lunchtime that the guards sent by Cheng Yi to the Jingzhao Prefecture returned.
"Miss, they're back."
Feng Yinwan nodded, putting down the medicine in her hand and descending the stairs.
"Greetings, Eldest Miss."
"No need for formalities. How did the matter I asked you to handle go?"
The guard bowed respectfully, his expression faltering slightly. "Eldest Miss, this subordinate personally inquired with the Prefecture Governor. The Second Miss is very calm in prison and has not uttered a single word."
The implication was that Feng Yiyi had not voluntarily confessed.
Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
Her warning yesterday should have been effective. How had Feng Yiyi, a simpleton, suddenly become so patient?
"Did the Prefecture Governor say anything else?"
The guard nodded. "The Prefecture Governor said everything was handled according to your wishes. He has been diligent and painstaking, never daring to slack off in the slightest..."
Feng Yinwan had heard these words until her ears were calloused. She waved her hand, interrupting him immediately.
"You may withdraw."
"Yes."
She had thought this matter would be simple, but unexpected complications had arisen.
Yuping pursed her lips. "Miss, do you want to question Madam Yu again?"
These things were surely in the hands of the mother and daughter.
Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes darkened, and she shook her head. "No rush, let's wait a while longer."
Feng Yiyi was still in prison. Someone else would naturally be more anxious than her.
However, a day had passed, and no news had yet come from the Jingzhao Prefecture. Feng Yinwan knew something was amiss.
"Princess Consort... Princess Consort?"
Seeing Feng Yinwan again, Zhao Yong felt a degree of fear.
Feng Yiyi had been sent to prison two days ago. As they were waiting for her to "speak voluntarily" as Feng Yinwan had said, he had kept her locked up without passing judgment.
Before he could even greet her, Feng Yinwan, with a cold expression, walked straight ahead.
"This Princess Consort wishes to see Feng Yiyi."
See her again?
Before he could react, she had already walked a considerable distance. Zhao Yong's body trembled, and he quickly hurried after her.
The prison cell door was opened. Feng Yiyi sat quietly on the straw mat, her expression much calmer than before.
Feng Yinwan raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and stepped inside.
"It's been two days, Sister. You seem to have adapted well to life in prison."
Feng Yiyi detested her to the bone.
"For no reason, why has Eldest Sister come again? Surely you didn't come just to mock me a few words, did you?"
As expected, someone had already communicated with her.
Feng Yinwan curled her lips. "Naturally not."
*Hmph, this wretch truly can't sit still anymore.*
A smug thought flashed through her mind. Before Feng Yiyi could speak again, her collar was suddenly grabbed.
Her face turned pale, and she instinctively flinched. "What... what do you want to do?"
*What do I want to do?*
Feng Yinwan's lips curved. Her fingertips traced Feng Yiyi's collar, and with a sudden pull, she ripped off her outer garment.
Her arms were forced behind her. Feng Yiyi cried out in alarm for a moment, and her knee was unexpectedly kicked again, causing her to immediately fall to her knees.
The action was so swift that others had no time to react before Feng Yiyi was subdued.
Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes lowered, and she glanced at her indifferently.
"Sister, you are in prison. Madam Yu misses you day and night. If not for her affliction, this Princess Consort would surely have reunited you mother and daughter today."
She paused, then continued, "However, considering this illness, this Princess Consort has mercifully decided to allow her body to recover before entering prison. Should you not be grateful, Sister?"
Feng Yiyi's attention was solely on the word "illness."
Madam Yu had always been healthy and strong, nourished by tonics. How could she suddenly contract a serious illness for no reason?
It must be this wretch causing trouble behind the scenes!
"What did you do to my mother!"
She twisted her body in anger, her gaze wishing she could devour Feng Yinwan alive.
Feng Yinwan's expression remained unchanged, her faint smile constant.
"Sister, you misunderstand me. Madam Yu is perfectly healthy. What could this Princess Consort do to her?"
Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she tightened her grip on Feng Yiyi's clothing.
"Riiip—"
The fine brocade instantly tore into strips.
Feng Yiyi screamed, falling silent with fear. The force behind her suddenly loosened, and she immediately collapsed to the ground, her body weak.
She lightly twirled the strip of brocade between her fingers and casually tucked it into her sleeve.
"It is said that seeing an object reminds one of a person. I believe Madam Yu will be at ease upon seeing this."
With that, she left without pausing.
The prison door slammed shut again. Feng Yiyi knelt on the ground, her body still trembling uncontrollably.
This wretched Feng Yinwan... she was too terrifying!
Zhao Yong, who was waiting outside, was somewhat surprised that she emerged so quickly this time.
"Princess Consort, how do you intend to handle this matter?"
Feng Yinwan waved her hand and left without a word.
Zhao Yong remained, stunned and bewildered.
When the door to Fenghua Courtyard was broken open, Madam Yu was pacing anxiously in her room. Upon seeing Feng Yinwan, the anxiety on her face immediately vanished, replaced by a hint of smugness and confidence.
Yesterday, this wretch had left so decisively. She had worried all night, and today she had to return!
Her eyes flickered. She smugly sat back down in her chair, completely ignoring Feng Yinwan as she entered. She even picked up a fan and waved it twice.
Seeing this scene upon entering, Feng Yinwan let out a cold laugh.
"Madam Yu has a good mood."
Madam Yu fanned herself, looking up at Feng Yinwan unhurriedly. "Oh, it's Yinwan. You left so abruptly yesterday, I thought you wouldn't be back."
The disdain in her tone was almost overflowing.
Feng Yinwan was not angered. Her red lips curved coldly, and she raised her hand, throwing the strip of cloth from her sleeve.
"This Princess Consort didn't want to come, but my Second Sister is suffering greatly in prison. After all, she is from the same household. This Eldest Sister truly feels some pity."
The strip of cloth landed precisely on Madam Yu's face. Upon seeing its pattern, Madam Yu's fanning hand paused, and she stopped waving it.
She snatched the strip of cloth, her expression changing drastically.
This was the brocade Feng Yiyi used for her clothes!
The torn edge was so rough; this strip had clearly been forcibly ripped off!
Feng Yinwan curled her lips. "Now, will Madam Yu agree to speak?"