The carriage stopped again, this time in front of the Mo Prince’s manor.
The carriage remained silent, not a stir within. The guard swallowed hard, mustering his courage.
"Your Highness, we have arrived."
The next moment, the carriage curtain was lifted from the inside. Ye Tinglan, carrying Feng Yinwan, strode out quickly, his previous fury gone.
Feng Yinwan, slender and delicate, was easily enveloped by the cloak.
The guards respectfully lowered their eyes, daring not to look more than necessary.
Ye Tinglan carried her all the way back to the main courtyard. Just as he entered, he saw Qi Xuan nervously approaching.
"Your Highness…"
Qi Xuan had originally returned to receive his punishment, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Feng Yinwan in the Prince's arms. He was stunned, his words halting abruptly.
The Prince was holding… the Princess Consort?!
He gasped, his eyes widening as if he had just heard the most earth-shattering gossip.
Ye Tinglan frowned and shot him a cold glance, carrying Feng Yinwan directly into the room.
The door slammed shut with a bang. Qi Xuan, jolted, finally came back to his senses from his astonishment.
My goodness… what is the Prince doing?
Feng Yinwan was still in a deep sleep. Her body was gently placed on the bed, and she let out a soft hum, stirring slightly. Her slightly parted lips brushed lightly against the man's cheek.
Ye Tinglan’s body stiffened, and his movement to stand halted.
The face before him was resplendent and beautiful, flawless in every way. Especially now, with her guard down, it held a fatal allure for a man.
Ye Tinglan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but reach out and caress it.
His Princess Consort was indeed very beautiful.
Completely unaware that she was being watched again, Feng Yinwan felt a feverish heat due to her sweat. Sensing the source of the coolness, her small face unconsciously moved closer.
"Mm."
A soft, faint moan escaped her lips. Ye Tinglan’s eyes darkened uncontrollably, and the bone-gnawing sensation within him surged again.
When Feng Yinwan woke up, her body felt as if it had been run over by a cart, filled with excruciating pain.
She gasped in pain, her delicate brows furrowed tightly. Then, Ye Tinglan's voice, cool and languid, drifted down from above her.
"You're awake."
Feng Yinwan was stunned.
Almost instantly, fragmented memories flooded her mind. She gritted her teeth and immediately swung her hand to strike him.
"Bastard!"
How dare he take advantage of her while she was drunk!
Ye Tinglan easily caught her hand. His ink-black eyes narrowed, and a cold expression appeared on his face.
"I told you, you brought this upon yourself."
She brought it upon herself.
Feng Yinwan gritted her teeth, almost laughing in anger.
She was drunk, but he wasn't. Couldn't he have just pushed her away!
He just wanted to take advantage of the situation!
Her clothes were disheveled, her hair messy.
Ye Tinglan sat up straight, his appearance impeccably neat.
Feng Yinwan angrily withdrew her hand, forcing herself to sit up despite the intense pain.
Even though she had slapped Ye Tinglan at the Sihai Yunyan banquet, she still felt shortchanged!
If she had known he was so despicable, she should have slapped him at least ten times!
No, twenty times!
Regretting it bitterly, she gritted her teeth, her lips pressed together stubbornly. She got up and walked out without a word.
Seeing this, Ye Tinglan frowned and immediately pulled her back. "Where are you going?"
Her wrist was gripped tightly, and Feng Yinwan couldn't break free. She had no choice but to stop angrily.
"I've lowered myself and provoked Your Highness, so I deserve my misfortune. If this grand temple of yours cannot accommodate this humble Buddha, I will naturally return to where I belong!"
She didn't want to spend another second in this damned prince's manor!
Upon hearing this, Ye Tinglan's handsome face darkened, and his expression turned uncontrollably cold.
"Feng Yinwan, my patience is limited."
This woman was more pleasing to his eyes when she was silent.
Feng Yinwan raised an eyebrow.
"No, no, no, Your Highness, please don't hold back!"
"You must have seen the letter of divorce I left behind. Hurry up and exhaust your patience, and we can go our separate ways and never bother each other again."
She would consider herself to have been defiled by a pig today.
Pigs are brainless, it’s normal for them to not control themselves, why argue with it!
Seeing her dare to bring up the divorce letter again, Ye Tinglan's eyes were filled with fury, and his large palm tightened.
"You wish!"
As he spoke, Feng Yinwan was already pulled into his embrace, her body tightly confined. She immediately struggled.
"Why would I wish! I want a divorce, and you can just stay single forever guarding your little white lotus!"
Ye Tinglan's handsome face was brimming with anger.
"If you divorce, you won't get a single cent of my fortune!"
Feng Yinwan's struggling paused sharply at his words.
Damn it, that’s a stab to the heart!
"Half of the fortune, that's what Your Highness personally promised before. Are you going back on your word now!"
Ye Tinglan glanced at her indifferently. "You say I personally promised. What proof do you have?"
Feng Yinwan thought, I heard it with both my ears, what other proof do you want??
Before she could speak, she saw him continue without changing his expression.
"The reason I agreed to give you half of the assets before was based on your identity as the Princess Consort of Mo. Since you are the one proposing divorce now, the assets naturally need to be settled."
Feng Yinwan: Are you playing dirty!
She had never seen anyone try to take back what they had already given!
Seeing that she had gone quiet and stopped struggling, Ye Tinglan, surprisingly, loosened his grip.
"It's not that I intend to make things difficult for you. This imperial marriage is no trivial matter, and it concerns the reputation of the General's manor."
"Old General Feng and your elder brother are currently out on campaign. Even if the Princess Consort is upset, she should discuss it after they return."
Feng Yinwan knew in her heart that for the sake of her and the Feng family's reputation, Old General Feng and Feng Jingyuan would naturally prioritize her.
However, Ye Tinglan's words were not entirely wrong.
Even if they divorced, in this era, women would still be looked down upon and criticized, and malicious speculation would arise.
She could disregard worldly opinions, but she couldn't disregard the Feng family's honor.
Moreover, her father and brother were fighting on the battlefield.
Seeing a shift in her expression, Ye Tinglan's eyes subtly lowered.
"If you insist on a divorce, I can agree. However, before that, you must first cure Tingyun's heart ailment."
Feng Yinwan pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, her beautiful eyes deepening before she nodded.
"If I am to stay, it's acceptable. I can agree to Your Highness's condition. However, can Your Highness fulfill my conditions?"
"Speak and let me hear them."
Ye Tinglan twirled a lock of her hair around his finger leisurely.
Feng Yinwan frowned, suppressing the urge to snatch her hair back directly.
"Since we are in a cooperative relationship, apart from necessary matters, let's maintain some distance."
"I will be careful with my words and actions, and I hope Your Highness can also restrain yourself and be polite, and control yourself!"
Especially your lower half!
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, a hidden anger flaring. Little did she know that the lingering moisture in her eyes, coupled with her natural charm, had already captivated him.
Ye Tinglan’s gaze darkened again, and he gave a faint "mm."
Feng Yinwan didn't care what that meant; she immediately assumed he had agreed.
"Secondly, Your Highness's words are like gold, and what is said cannot be taken back. That fortune, I will not return a single cent."
Trying to get money from her pocket? Don't even think about it!
Ye Tinglan’s thin lips curved into a smile, revealing a hint of a cryptic, low laugh.
She truly was a greedy woman.
"I am not that petty."
Feng Yinwan: Not petty? Then who was it who just said that if it wasn't him?
"What other conditions do you have? State them all at once."
Feng Yinwan's pretty face lifted, her alluring lips revealing a mocking smile.
"I fear that if I state them, Your Highness may not be willing to agree."