The way she slipped away was just like that woman!
This Jiang Wan was absolutely Feng Yin Wan! He was utterly convinced!
Feng Yin Wan had no idea how he had teleported from Yuzhou to Jinzhou, but since she had been recognized, there was no way she would stop.
With Feng Wuxi carrying the burden of the thrown pot, all she had to do was escape.
Therefore, her footsteps didn't falter, her ears were deaf to all sound, and her back remained ramrod straight.
Night Ting Lan's face turned grim with fury. He leaped from his horse and was about to lunge towards her, but Feng Wuxi intercepted him halfway.
“What is Prince Mo doing?”
The incident had happened on his territory, yet this man dared to pretend ignorance. Night Ting Lan narrowed his dark eyes, and a chilling aura erupted from him.
“Move aside. I will settle this with you later!”
He absolutely could not let that woman slip from his grasp a second time!
However, Feng Wuxi refused to budge.
“In Jiangzhou, Your Highness promised to cooperate with this master. Since we are cooperating, we should treat each other with courtesy.”
“Yet today, Prince Mo rode alone into my Wuxi Pavilion, injured several of my brothers guarding the gate, and then turned around to demand I settle accounts. This is truly perplexing to this master.”
He started playing the victim first.
Night Ting Lan's handsome face was so dark it looked like it could drip ink.
“Feng Wuxi, you truly have a good scheme!”
“You claim to cooperate with me, yet you secretly hold my Consort hostage. With such behavior, are you not afraid I will order the Cold Armor Iron Cavalry to flatten your manor?!”
Earlier in Jiangzhou, he had even taken her to his presence with such impunity. The matter of her disguise must have also been his doing!
Feng Wuxi remained unyielding.
“This master does not understand what Prince Mo is saying. No one in my Wuxi Pavilion dares to hold the Prince’s Consort hostage.”
“Then tell me, who is Jiang Wan?”
“She is the divine doctor in the manor responsible for treating and saving people.”
“Call her out. I want to see her!”
Feng Wuxi nodded, spread his hands, and smiled.
“What a coincidence, Divine Doctor Jiang is not in the manor today.”
The moment these words were spoken, a fierce palm strike descended.
Feng Wuxi had expected to counter it easily, but upon contact, he was repelled half a step.
His slender eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of interest.
“It seems Your Highness is not as the rumors suggest, with damaged meridians and only half his power recovered.”
He had seen him at the hunter’s house that day. Night Ting Lan's injuries were indeed severe, but judging by that palm strike, his core was likely unharmed.
So he had deliberately held back on the southern tour, feigning weakness?
Interesting.
Night Ting Lan had completely lost his patience.
“Hand over Feng Yin Wan, and I will not order an attack on the mountain today.”
“If the Consort is safe, Wuxi Pavilion is safe. Otherwise.”
The Cold Armor Iron Cavalry was stationed at the foot of the mountain, and Feng Wuxi knew the power of such a force.
“Why is Your Highness so certain that the Consort is within the manor?”
Because he had seen her. That one glance earlier, clear as day, he couldn't have been mistaken!
“Very well. Since Your Highness is so certain, I will allow you to search the manor yourself. How about that?”
Night Ting Lan shot him a look, his eyes filled with cold fury. “You had better not try any tricks on me!”
As the words fell, the figure in black had already vanished at lightning speed in the direction Feng Yin Wan had disappeared. Feng Wuxi subtly raised an eyebrow and took out… a bag of sunflower seeds from his robes!
“Pavilion Master, that Prince Mo…”
The subordinate, his face bruised and swollen, had finally caught up, only to see his Pavilion Master sitting cross-legged on the stone mill, cracking sunflower seeds. He was utterly stunned.
“Pavilion Master is truly unfazed by danger, possessing courage and… and…”
“Enough.”
Feng Wuxi frowned and waved his hand, interrupting him. “Next time, use a new set of words. My ears are getting calluses from hearing them.”
The subordinate was immediately taken aback.
This particular phrase had always been his go-to, and Feng Wuxi, though he would interrupt him before, would at least wait until he heard the words “courage and wisdom.”
Today… he had cut him off a word earlier!
That one word difference was enough to show the Pavilion Master was in a bad mood, likely because of Prince Mo?
Understanding this, the subordinate quickly responded and retreated swiftly. Just as he was leaving, he heard a very faint mumble.
“I need to find a way to keep her here.”
The subordinate: Who…?
The entire manor, though large, was not that big. Night Ting Lan had searched it thoroughly in less than half an hour. But when he returned, his cold expression was even more furious.
“Where is she?!”
He couldn't have mistaken that glance. Yet, after searching the entire manor, why could he still not find any trace of that woman?
A palm strike landed, aimed at Feng Wuxi’s face.
A powerful killing intent surged forth, instantly cutting off a strand of Feng Wuxi's hair.
Feng Wuxi dodged, retreating and adjusting his stance.
“This master has already told Your Highness, there is no trace of the Consort in Wuxi Pavilion.”
If the man could find her today, he would be a loser.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, those dark, ink-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice, chilling as if squeezed from between his teeth, emerged.
“If that is the case, then this place no longer has any reason to exist.”
The instant the words fell, the clanging of armor colliding could be heard from outside the manor.
Feng Wuxi paused for a moment, his heart suddenly tightening.
Damn it, he's really doing this?!