"What are you doing!"
The first to speak was Ye Tinglan.
Seeing him pull someone into his arms and question her, Qin Rulian's hand tightened on the wine cup, her face twisting even more.
"Brother Tinglan, she's not worthy! She simply..."
"Bang!"
Before she could finish, a palm strike landed before her.
The powerful palm wind pressed forward, causing Qin Rulian to stagger and be pushed back a few steps.
Ye Tinglan glared at her with a grim face, his expression icy.
"If you dare to speak disrespectfully again, don't blame me for being impolite!"
That palm strike was merely a warning.
Qin Rulian barely managed to stand steady. Seeing this, she bit her lip hard, her face turning extremely ugly.
He actually struck her... all for this vulgar woman!
This bitch deserves to die!
A venomous glint flashed in her eyes. She threw the wine cup in her hand with force, aiming it directly at Feng Yinwan.
However, before it could fall, it was shattered by another palm strike from Ye Tinglan.
His cold gaze swept over her, and Qin Rulian's body stiffened, her face draining of color.
"Ting..."
Without giving her a chance to speak, another palm strike came towards her face.
The palm wind whistled, but it deviated slightly as it landed.
Ye Tinglan frowned, looking down to see the person in his arms break free from his grasp and slowly stand up.
After standing firm, she looked back at him.
"Your Highness?"
This faint sound carried no discernible emotion, but it was clearly a question.
Ye Tinglan nodded, his eyes conveying silent indulgence.
This was tacit approval?
Feng Yinwan's lips curved upwards, and she walked directly towards Qin Rulian.
Frozen in place by the icy gaze, Qin Rulian hadn't even had time to react before the slender figure arrived before her.
In an instant, an almost imperceptible sense of danger surged.
Her heart tightened, and even her voice was tinged with fear.
"You... what do you want to do?"
She was just a vulgar woman, and this was the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet. How could she dare!
"Slap!"
A clear, resonant slap landed precisely on her right cheek.
As the stinging pain bloomed, Qin Rulian, staring at the smile on Feng Yinwan's lips, was utterly stunned.
After a moment, she finally reacted and let out a frantic scream.
"What are you doing!"
The first to speak was Ye Tinglan.
Seeing him pull someone into his arms and question her, Qin Rulian's hand tightened on the wine cup, her face twisting even more.
"Brother Tinglan, she's not worthy! She simply..."
"Bang!"
Before she could finish, a palm strike landed before her.
The powerful palm wind pressed forward, causing Qin Rulian to stagger and be pushed back a few steps.
Ye Tinglan glared at her with a grim face, his expression icy.
"If you dare to speak disrespectfully again, don't blame me for being impolite!"
That palm strike was merely a warning.
Qin Rulian barely managed to stand steady. Seeing this, she bit her lip hard, her face turning extremely ugly.
He actually struck her... all for this vulgar woman!
This bitch deserves to die!
A venomous glint flashed in her eyes. She threw the wine cup in her hand with force, aiming it directly at Feng Yinwan.
However, before it could fall, it was shattered by another palm strike from Ye Tinglan.
His cold gaze swept over her, and Qin Rulian's body stiffened, her face draining of color.
"Ting..."
Without giving her a chance to speak, another palm strike came towards her face.
The palm wind whistled, but it deviated slightly as it landed.
Ye Tinglan frowned, looking down to see the person in his arms break free from his grasp and slowly stand up.
After standing firm, she looked back at him.
"Your Highness?"
This faint sound carried no discernible emotion, but it was clearly a question.
Ye Tinglan nodded, his eyes conveying silent indulgence.
This was tacit approval?