She had done nothing improper.
Did her clothes grow legs and fly away on their own?!
Feng Yinwan was speechless. "Does Your Highness want to consider what you're saying?"
Her shoulders, draped in a thin quilt, trembled slightly, disturbing a strand of dark hair that had fallen around her neck.
Ye Tinglan's eyes darkened, but his voice, when he spoke, was as clear and detached as if devoid of any worldly thoughts.
"Although you have internal energy within you, you cannot utilize it. I have just opened your Ren and Du meridians."
"Does Your Highness the Consort not feel that although your limbs are sore, there is an invisible force surging within?"
Unprepared for this, Feng Yinwan froze.
She concentrated and felt it. It seemed to be true.
Moreover, the soreness in her body felt different from before... indeed, it was only in her limbs!
So, Ye Tinglan had just been opening her Ren and Du meridians?!
Then what about her clothes...
As if sensing her thoughts, Ye Tinglan's lips curved slightly, and he uttered two simple words.
"Shattered."
Shattered... shattered?!
Feng Yinwan stared at the remnants scattered on the floor, her expression one of utter shock.
Ye Tinglan's expression remained unchanged, and his words even carried a hint of... pride.
"My cold poison has just begun to recede, and my internal energy surged. I didn't manage to control my strength."
So his uncontrolled power had directly shattered her clothes?
Before she could speak, Ye Tinglan looked up at her again.
"Your Highness the Consort's expression suggests you believe I might have done something else?"
His dark eyes held a deep scrutiny, and Feng Yinwan's face instantly turned crimson.
"This... this concubine did not think anything!"
What an utter embarrassment!
While she was burying her head like an ostrich, Ye Tinglan had already ordered a servant to bring a set of clothes.
"Didn't Your Highness the Consort want to practice? Hurry and get up."
He remained standing by the bed, showing no intention of leaving.
Feng Yinwan felt so awkward she could develop social phobia. She gritted her teeth and said,
"This concubine needs to change. Could Your Highness... please wait outside!"
Staring so intently, is that appropriate!
To her surprise, Ye Tinglan glanced at her and said indifferently,
"It's merely a body. You and I have already shared intimacy. Why should I avoid it?"
"..."
Feng Yinwan strongly suspected he was retaliating out of spite!
Things were different now. With Ye Tinglan's cold poison gone, she had no chance of winning.
After a silent confrontation, Feng Yinwan, under his teasing gaze, grudgingly changed her clothes, shielding herself with the quilt.
Don't get angry, she wouldn't get angry! Once she learned martial arts, she would have at least a fifty percent chance of taking this man's life!
However, learning martial arts was truly not an easy task.
Her wounds had not yet healed, and expelling Ye Tinglan's cold poison had drained a considerable amount of her energy. After learning just two moves, Feng Yinwan's back, legs, and neck ached. Her stomach growled twice, and she immediately felt like giving up.
Just then, Ye Tingyun arrived with medicinal food. Ye Tinglan glanced at her and, in a moment of magnanimity, relented.
"We'll stop here for today. Tomorrow, I'll have Qi Xuan take you to the armory to choose a suitable weapon, and I'll teach you from the beginning."
Feng Yinwan's eyes lit up at his words. "Thank you, Your Highness!"
She chirped her thanks and happily went inside to eat. Behind her, Ye Tingyun was so terrified he was on the verge of tears.
"Third... Third Brother, you're going to teach her martial arts?!"
Oh no!
This woman was already so brazen she was openly robbing people. If she learned martial arts, would he even have a chance to survive?
"Third Brother, how about this, you can teach me... I'm willing to learn..."
Unexpectedly, Ye Tinglan cast him a cold glance.
"You have a congenital heart condition, which is already difficult to treat. You absolutely cannot risk learning martial arts."
As for Feng Yinwan...
With people from the Wuxi Pavilion appearing several times, teaching her might not be a bad thing.
His gaze drifted toward the room, and the coldness in Ye Tinglan's eyes slowly subsided.
Ye Tingyun had prepared the medicinal food with great care. After eating it, Feng Yinwan felt a warmth slowly surge within her, as if she had consumed a nourishing tonic.
She let out a satisfied burp and stood up directly.
"This concubine will take her leave now."
Ye Tingyun was accustomed to her habit of leaving immediately after eating. He turned his head and saw his third brother's expression was peculiar; his gaze was still following her even though she had walked quite a distance away.
His internal alarm bells began to ring.
He's acting strange!
"Third Brother?"
Ye Tinglan snapped back to attention, his expression as usual. "What is it?"
His tone was impossible to decipher, making it unclear if he was acting normally or not.
Ye Tingyun's eyes flickered, and he asked cautiously.
"Third Brother, you... seem to be very concerned about her lately..."
He was, of course, referring to Feng Yinwan.
Ye Tinglan furrowed his brow, his expression instantly turning cold.
"I merely wish for her to diligently treat your heart condition."
Ye Tingyun secretly raised an eyebrow.
He'd already transferred internal energy and was now teaching martial arts. He didn't believe it!
Ye Tinglan's cold poison would not be completely eradicated in one go. It was already late when Feng Yinwan returned. After preparing another batch of medicine, she finally fell asleep with peace of mind.
The next day.
Eager for the day she would choose her weapon, Feng Yinwan rarely woke up so early.
Yuping had initially thought she was just saying it, and was quite surprised to see her so proactive.
"Miss, are you truly going to learn martial arts from His Highness?"
Normally, women in noble households rarely engaged in such violent activities. Why had Miss suddenly become interested?
Feng Yinwan nodded, her enthusiasm evident.
"Naturally. I thought it over last night. I'll learn the sword, it suits my chivalrous demeanor!"
Yuping's face was full of hesitation. "Swords are so dangerous, Miss. Please be careful not to hurt yourself."
"Oh, don't worry!"
She wanted to say a few more words of caution, but before she could, Qi Xuan arrived at the door. Feng Yinwan's bright eyes flashed, and she immediately got up and rushed out.
Ye Tinglan, the dignified God of War, had many treasures in his armory.
Feng Yinwan's eyes were dazzled as she surveyed the collection. She had no choice but to ask Qi Xuan for his opinion.
"What kind of weapon do you think best suits this consort?"
Qi Xuan scratched his head and thought earnestly for a long time. He then turned and pulled a mace from the rack.
"This weapon has strong destructive power and is very easy to use. I believe..."
"You believe nothing!"
Feng Yinwan unceremoniously slapped him on the head.
"Go and find me a sword, the most expensive one!"
Qi Xuan clutched the mace tightly (feeling extremely wronged): But you were the one who asked just now...!
After nearly an hour in the armory, Feng Yinwan finally selected a well-balanced treasured sword.
The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it was forged with Xuan Iron, making it extremely resilient. Most importantly, it was inlaid with a row of gemstones, making it look very expensive.
Feng Yinwan swung it a couple of times and was extremely satisfied.
"Let's go."
She couldn't wait for Ye Tinglan to teach her!
As she entered the main courtyard, before she could even open her lips, she saw two rows of palace maids standing respectfully. Feng Yinwan immediately froze.
Were there visitors from the palace?
The next moment, a head palace maid emerged from the room, her gaze meeting Feng Yinwan's.
It was Lüqin, Yun Fei's attendant.
Yun Fei had personally come out of the palace; she must have heard about Ye Tinglan's cold poison attack.
Lüqin clearly recognized her as well and smiled gently, stepping forward.
"Consort, Her Ladyship invites you in for a chat."
She slightly curtsied, but her demeanor was entirely different from the maids in the royal residence.
Feng Yinwan had not yet interacted with this mother-in-law and felt a slight apprehension.
"Alright."
She pursed her lips and nodded, handing the sword in her hand to Qi Xuan and walking forward.