The Night I Traveled Through Time and Kicked the Prince Off the Bed
Feng Jin Chen woke up late at night.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Yin Wan sitting by the bedside, and next to her was Ye Ting Lan.
Thinking he was just groggy from sleep, he frowned and closed his eyes again.
Something was wrong. He looked again.
"Chen Chen!"
When he opened his eyes again, Feng Yin Wan had leaned over him. Seeing that he was awake, she immediately reached out and touched his little face.
"How are you? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"
Her hand was slightly cold. Feng Jin Chen looked up and saw the exhaustion in her eyes.
A pang of heartache, he glanced warily at Ye Ting Lan beside them, and took her fingers.
"Mother, come here."
He looked so secretive.
Feng Yin Wan was stunned for a moment, then complied and leaned closer.
"What is it?"
The little dumpling stared in the direction behind her, his face full of vigilance.
"Why is he here? Where is Uncle Song?"
He had fainted. How could Uncle Song not stay here with Mother? It must be this bad guy, Old King, playing tricks!
The little dumpling's face had not yet regained its rosy hue. Now, he pouted dejectedly, looking even more like a round, white jade dumpling.
Feng Yin Wan chuckled, but before she could speak, the door was pushed open.
The person who entered was none other than Song Qing An, whom Feng Jin Chen had just mentioned.
"Uncle Yu Zhi!"
Unexpectedly, he was already awake, Song Qing An paused, and a gentle smile bloomed on his lips.
"Chen Chen is awake."
Feng Yin Wan nodded, and then saw him turn his gaze.
"The horses are ready."
They were leaving tonight to return to Yue Country to retrieve Juan Yan Hong.
Feng Jin Chen overheard this sentence. His eyes darted around, and he immediately poked his little head out from behind Feng Yin Wan.
"Mother, it's so late, where are you still going?"
Could it be that the bad guy, Old King, had already agreed to let them leave?
That would be great. If that were the case, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable at all!
His dark, round eyes blinked. The word "excited" was written all over his face.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yin Wan's eyes flickered upon hearing this.
She pursed her lips and squeezed his little hand with some force.
"Chen Chen, Mother and Uncle Yu Zhi need to go back for a while. You'll stay here for a few days and don't run around."
She looked up at Ye Ting Lan beside them and added, "You must listen to King Uncle's arrangements."
"Mother...!"
Feng Jin Chen's pupils were about to go wide with shock.
What was going on!
Mother was actually going to leave him here alone! And told him to listen to the bad guy, Old King!
Wasn't he the one who was sick and fainted? Why was Mother so confused!
"I don't want to stay!"
He tensed his little face in resistance, his emotions turbulent.
Feng Yin Wan didn't know how to explain it to him. She pursed her lips and could only patiently instruct.
"Be good, Mother will be back in a few days. You be good, remember to take your candy on time, and don't use any more poison."
His control over poison was not precise enough. If he used it carelessly, he could easily hurt himself.
"No! I just don't want to stay! If you don't take me, I'll leave on my own!"
As he spoke, he prepared to throw off the quilt and get out of bed. Feng Yin Wan's expression turned cold.
"Chen Chen!"
Anxious, her voice involuntarily rose a few decibels.
She was rarely so stern. Feng Jin Chen was stunned, his little hands clutched the edge of the quilt, and he stopped his actions aggrievedly.
After a long pause, a tear fell without warning.
"Mother, have you abandoned me..."
The little fellow bit his lip hard, his eyes turning red. Seeing this, Feng Yin Wan felt a sharp pain in her heart and immediately pulled him into her arms.
"Chen Chen, I'm sorry, it was Mother's fault, Mother shouldn't have yelled at you, Mother hasn't abandoned you..."
If it weren't for the circumstances, how could she leave him here.
But now, dissolving the poison in his body was the top priority.
"Mother, don't cry, I'll stay."
Seeing that she had also shed tears, the little dumpling in her arms fumbled to wipe them away.
He repeated seriously, "Mother, I'll listen to you, I'll stay here obediently."
"Good boy, when Mother gets what she needs from your maternal grandfather, she'll come back to be with you."
Feng Jin Chen nodded obediently, "Okay."
Daring not to delay any longer, Feng Yin Wan suppressed the soreness in her eyes and stood up.
"Let's go."
Song Qing An nodded, his gaze lingered on the bed for a moment before retracting.
The moment he took a step, that young voice sounded again from behind. Feng Yin Wan pursed her lips tightly and left with a hardened heart.
If she looked again, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist.
"Mother, sob sob sob..."
Only after the two figures disappeared from sight did the little dumpling on the bed dare to quietly cry out.
Tears fell like pearls from a broken string, instantly blooming large dark patches on the brocade quilt. As his vision blurred, a pair of large hands reached out and easily lifted him up by the armpits.
"What are you crying about? A man doesn't shed tears easily. Your mother is only leaving for a few days, not forever."
This statement, while meant to comfort, seemed to offer no comfort.
Feng Jin Chen pouted, and immediately glared at him with red eyes.
"Of course, you don't think it's a big deal, it's not your mother!"
"You're keeping me here to threaten Mother, humph! You can dream about being my godfather! I'm going to tell other children that you're a big bad guy who bullies children, so they won't be your godson!"
This was the fiercest thing Feng Jin Chen could think of.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ting Lan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and said calmly, "Did you forget what your mother just said?"
"Of course, I didn't forget. Mother said she'd come back to pick me up, so you better not bully me!"
Ye Ting Lan hooked his lips, a hint of a good mood appearing on his face.
"Not that sentence."
"It is this sentence!"
Ye Ting Lan glanced at him. "Fine, if that's the case, then when your mother returns, I'll have to tell her that you didn't obediently listen to her, not only did you disobey my arrangements, but you also opposed me at every turn."
"I wonder what your mother will think after hearing this."
As soon as he heard that Ye Ting Lan was going to report him, Feng Jin Chen's heart tightened, and his brows immediately furrowed.
"You are shameless!"
"Hmm?"
"I'll listen... I'll listen, alright!"
What kind of talk was that! What kind of talk was that!
Mother had only been gone for half an hour, and the bad guy, Old King, had already started threatening him!
Wuwuwu, this life was simply unbearable!
He was heartbroken and tear-stained, but Ye Ting Lan was completely unfazed. In Feng Jin Chen's eyes, he even seemed a little smug!
With slender jade fingers, he held out a brocade handkerchief and calmly instructed.
"Since you're being obedient, wipe away your tears, drink your medicine, and go to sleep."
Feng Jin Chen endured the humiliation and swallowed his anger, obediently doing as he was told.
The commotion in the room finally subsided. This was half an hour later.
Perhaps because he was tired from crying, Feng Jin Chen soon fell asleep.
Ye Ting Lan glanced at the little dumpling who had fallen asleep on the bed, then got up and left the room.
Shortly after arriving at the study, Qi Xuan pushed the door open.
"Your Highness."
He was holding a bowl of soup, specially delivered for his meal.
Ye Ting Lan glanced at it and was about to speak when his body was wracked by a surge of internal energy, and his blood immediately rushed backward.
"Cough cough..."
A trace of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his lips. Almost simultaneously, Ye Ting Lan's face turned deathly pale.
Qi Xuan was shocked.
"Your Highness!"
He casually put down the bowl of soup and immediately disregarded all rules and etiquette, hurrying forward.
"Your Highness, should we summon Imperial Physician Jiang..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Ting Lan raised his hand.
He suppressed the surging blood within his body and said in a low voice, "This King is fine."
Qi Xuan frowned. "But you just..."
The King's old injuries had only slowly healed in the past two years, but the damage to his heart had always been there. Imperial Physician Jiang had long ago warned that excessive use of internal energy was not advisable.
Today, to save that little dumpling, His Highness had consumed a lot of internal energy. Given the current situation, how could he be fine!
"This subordinate will go and summon Imperial Physician Jiang immediately!"
He said this and took a step towards the door, but was stopped by Ye Ting Lan before he could reach it.
"This King said he is fine. If you dare to act on your own, you can leave the Prince's residence as soon as possible!"
"But..."
"Retreat."
Qi Xuan stood in place, refusing to move.
Seeing this, Ye Ting Lan's voice became even colder. "This King orders you to retreat!"
After a long silence, Qi Xuan clenched his fist and nodded.
"Yes!"
The door closed silently.
Behind the desk, Ye Ting Lan secretly regulated his breathing, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Traveling day and night, after a night, Feng Yin Wan and Song Qing An had already reached the borders of Yu Province.
Seeing that Song Qing An's face was slightly pale, her eyes darkened, and she stopped her horse at a tea stall by the official road.
Meeting Song Qing An's gaze, Feng Yin Wan curved her lips and spoke before he could.
"It's not too late to rest for a while before continuing our journey."
Knowing that she was concerned about his injuries, Song Qing An pursed his lips slightly and nodded.
"Alright."
It was still early, so there were not many people on the official road, and even this tea stall had just been set up.
Seeing them, the waiter's face lit up, and he immediately turned to get the teapot.
The tea had been served for less than half an hour when Feng Yin Wan was about to lift her hand to pick up the cup, but her movement was interrupted by the sound of a dense and urgent hoofbeat.
Looking up, a troop of soldiers was approaching from a distance. Judging by their length, there were many of them.
Feng Yin Wan's heart tightened. Just as she was about to move, Song Qing An gently but firmly grasped her wrist.
"Wan'er, don't be nervous. They are on a march; they are not coming for us."
"A march?"
Feng Yin Wan was slightly stunned upon hearing this.
The border was peaceful, and there were no signs of war. Without any reason, why would there be such a large-scale march?
Moreover, these troops seemed to be coming from within Yu Province, and from the looks of it, they were heading towards the capital.
Local troops, without a summons, how could they enter the capital without authorization?
It was truly strange.
Song Qing An also noticed this. Their gazes met, and he simply shook his head slightly.
The troop passed by extremely quickly. They had only drunk half of the tea in their cups before the commotion had subsided, leaving only a trail of dust.
Song Qing An looked in that direction again and said softly.
"This matter is unusual. I'm afraid there's something strange going on. Wan'er, let's go too."
Feng Yin Wan nodded, placed a silver ingot on the table, and quickly got up.