The heavy scent of powder suddenly approached. Ye Tinglan's brow furrowed sharply, and he directly pushed the person away.
There was no tenderness in this movement. Qin Rulian's body lost its balance and immediately fell heavily to the ground. The table was disturbed, and papers scattered all over.
"Brother Tinglan..."
Looking up to meet the subtle murderous intent emerging in those ink-dark eyes, Qin Rulian trembled and immediately fell silent.
"Leave, don't make me say it a second time."
His tone was icy and brooks no refusal.
Qin Rulian bit her lip tightly, her gaze falling on the unopened secret letter by her feet. Her eyes flashed, and she quietly shielded it with her skirt.
...
Aside from forcing her to stay to treat Feng Yueli, Feng Wuxi did not restrict her. She explored almost the entire mountain villa, from the martial arts pavilion to the kitchen.
Feng Wuxi permitting her free access to the martial arts pavilion caused quite a stir in the villa.
Perhaps to avenge Feng Yun, the sharp-mouthed, sallow-faced man who had caused trouble in the hall earlier, once again led the grumblers. Feng Yinwan did not hold back either. That night, she stole Feng Yun's poisonous scorpion and released it into his residence.
After being brutally tormented, the scorpion was clearly frightened. Three seconds later, the man's pig-like scream rang out precisely on cue.
Feng Yinwan curled her lips, very satisfied, and patted her backside as she left.
The next morning, the man, with a bruised and swollen face, argued with Feng Yun in Cunfeng Hall.
"Junior Sister Yun, how can you blame me? It was Little Flower, it was all Little Flower!"
"I was sleeping soundly last night. I don't know how, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Little Flower crawling onto my bed and, without a word, it started stinging me!"
"I only defended myself lightly. It's not like I intentionally broke its pincer!"
On the opposite side, the scorpion's left pincer was wrapped with a small circle of gauze. Upon receiving Feng Yinwan's death glare, it fearfully burrowed back into Feng Yun's sleeve.
Feng Yun's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she felt only heartache for her little darling.
"Little Flower's internal organs were injured by the Pavilion Master's aura that day, and its body hasn't recovered yet. It sleeps at eight o'clock every night. How could it possibly have gone to your room in the middle of the night!"
The scorpion waved its pincer, strongly agreeing with this statement.
Exactly! If it hadn't slept early, how could it have so easily let that pretty boy get the better of it!
It was one thing for it to be injured by the Pavilion Master's aura last time, but now it had lost a pincer. Wuwuwu...
Seeing this, Feng Yun's expression grew colder.
"It's not the first or second day you've coveted Little Flower. You've repeatedly tried to use it to make wine. If you weren't afraid of the Pavilion Master punishing you, you would have done it long ago. Don't think I don't know!"
The wound on his head from being stung hadn't healed, and he received another sharp rap. The man cried out in pain, unable to defend himself.
"Framed..."
Meanwhile, Feng Yinwan was leisurely sipping her tea, almost laughing out loud at his miserable state.
"Little fellow, I told you to be careful when you sleep at night, but you wouldn't listen."
The movement of her shoulders was very light, but the man's sharp senses still detected it. He frowned and immediately spoke.
"Jiang Wan, did you, this pretty boy, do this!"
He lunged forward, wanting to punch Feng Yinwan in the face.
Feng Yinwan calmly took another sip of tea, smacking her lips.
Impatient?
"My good sir, I do not understand what you are saying."
Her voice was calm, gentle, and courteous, betraying no unusual emotion.
Upon hearing this, the man's eyes widened.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"You must still resent me for making you compete with Junior Sister Yun before, and for suggesting to the Pavilion Master the other day not to let you go to the martial arts pavilion, so you used Junior Sister Yun's Little Flower to retaliate against me!"
He had seen through it. It was this kid who had orchestrated it!
Feng Yinwan listened and nodded without changing her expression.
"So, my good sir, you are dissatisfied with my entry into the martial arts pavilion. I am not a person who disrespects propriety. You could have spoken to me directly about this matter, rather than making assumptions in your heart."
This statement made it seem as if he were judging a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
The man was choked with anger, rendered speechless. Just as he was about to erupt again, Feng Yun interrupted him first.
"Divine Doctor Jiang speaks with reason. Yu Feng, you've gone too far. The Pavilion Master explicitly forbade gossip about Divine Doctor Jiang. How dare you treat the Pavilion Master's words as if they were mere wind!"
The man's pupils trembled.
"Junior Sister... why are you defending him!"
"Have you forgotten? That day in the hall, it was this pretty boy who neutralized your poison powder, broke your poison needles, and caused Little Flower to be injured by the Pavilion Master..."
Her scar was exposed, and Feng Yun's face grew even uglier.
"Shut up!"
"I..."
The man still wanted to argue, but Feng Yinwan seized the opportunity.
"Brother Yu Feng speaks untruthfully. Miss Yun is an expert in poison. She did not exert her full strength when she competed with me that day. I presume she deliberately left me some room out of consideration for Pavilion Master Feng. Otherwise, I fear I would not have won."
Look, listen, her "tea artistry" was becoming more and more skilled.
Feng Yun's gaze towards him truly shifted after hearing this.
Unlike Yu Feng's crude and impolite manner of speaking, Jiang Wan before her was gentle and courteous. Although he had won against her, he had also greatly preserved her dignity. Compared to Yu Feng, the contrast was simply too stark!
She looked at his exquisitely shaped lips and suddenly became curious. Beneath that silver mask, what kind of beautiful eyes were hidden?
Seeing the pink bubbles continuously appearing in her eyes, Yu Feng was about to go crazy.
"Junior Sister..."
"Don't talk to me!"
"!!!"
Yu Feng: Utterly driven mad!
However, he had only been mad for a second before Feng Wuxi strode in. He immediately deflated like a pricked balloon and dejectedly sat back down.
Feng Yinwan loved to see people make fools of themselves.
Just as she was enjoying herself, she turned her gaze and met those cold, menacing eyes, and her body couldn't help but tremble.
The next moment, Feng Wuxi's chilling voice rang out.
"Follow me."
She was once again dragged all the way to Yingyue Pond. Only when her feet touched the ground did she have a moment to recover before Feng Wuxi urged her forward.
"Lately, Li'er's condition has worsened. The Xuanjing alone might not be able to suppress it any longer."
"Worsened?"
Feng Yinwan was taken aback by this.
She had no consciousness to begin with. If her condition was now worsening, it was likely not a good omen.
She stepped forward to examine Feng Yueli. Her face was even paler than before, and the veins beneath her skin were visibly turning bluish. The situation was indeed much more severe than before.
Feng Yinwan found it strange.
"Then what does Pavilion Master Feng mean?"
"First, cure Li'er's terminal illness. I want her life to be out of danger."
This was not an unreasonable approach, as curing the illness was clearly much simpler in comparison.
Feng Yinwan nodded. "Alright, but I have a condition."
Feng Wuxi's face momentarily darkened upon hearing the word "condition."
After a brief silence, he finally spoke. "Speak."