Ye Tingyun was still unwilling, but he searched the entire Jiuzhou Xiangxie and didn't find even a trace of a letter. In the end, he had to lower his head in defeat.
Feng Yinwan watched the entire spectacle with a cup of tea.
Seeing him emerge from the inner chamber looking dejected but lingering, she stirred her teacup and told him to leave.
"Since you're done searching, go back. It's better to avoid being seen and having to make up excuses."
With this boy's arrogant nature, she was convinced he could even spout excuses like "I miss my third brother, so I came all the way to Jiuzhou Xiangxie to take a dump."
Ye Tingyun was still not convinced.
His face contorted back and forth, and finally, as if making a decision, he walked up to her.
Feng Yinwan looked up, but before she could utter "What do you want?", he snatched her teacup.
His gaze met hers, a mixture of grievance and innocence, with a hint of foolishness in the innocence.
He pouted and asked, with a sense of sorrow and unwillingness, "Did Third Brother really leave a letter?"
Feng Yinwan was impressed by his unwavering conviction.
Her temple twitched, and she narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth, "Yes, he did. I read it all, and then I burned it to ashes. How's that for satisfaction?"
Ye Tingyun: "!"
This woman... how venomous could she be!
"I don't care, you burned the letter Third Brother left for me, that's your fault! As compensation, you have to tell me what you're secretly doing!"
He might be a bit slow, but that didn't stop his eyes from spinning rapidly.
Feng Yinwan stared at his thoughts, so blatant they were practically written on his face, and scoffed.
He was clearly setting his sights on her.
A smile tugged at her lips, and she immediately said, "Alright, I'll tell you, no problem. But I wonder what your Third Brother will think when he finds out."
With her saying so, Ye Tingyun no longer dared to ask.
He felt a pang of discomfort and dejectedly lowered his head. "Then... is there anything I can help with? You clearly don't trust me at all."
People often subjectively use "it's for your own good" as a reason to deny others the right to know, without truly considering whether the other person needs that 'good.'
Feng Yinwan had experienced this feeling before. It was precisely because she cared so much that being excluded made her feel even more powerless and frustrated.
Ye Tingyun's sadness was no less than hers.
She glanced at him, finally feeling a twinge of pity. After a moment's thought, she spoke again.
"It's not that you can't help at all. There's something I need to inquire about from you."
Hearing this, Ye Tingyun's previously dim eyes instantly brightened.
"What is it? I've lived in the palace for a long time and know everything about major and minor matters. Just ask directly, no need to hesitate!"
His expression made Feng Yinwan suspect he could even immediately tell her "which palace maid and which eunuch were secretly having an affair."
Her expression turned serious, and she said solemnly, "There is a Yu Guiren in Yuxiu Palace. Do you know about this matter?"
Ye Tingyun paused slightly at her words, then after a moment's thought, hesitantly replied.
"Are you talking about the Saintess from the Yue Kingdom?"
Feng Yinwan was caught off guard, her eyes freezing at the mention of it.
"The Saintess of the Yue Kingdom?"
She had never heard of this before.
Ye Tingyun nodded, looking at her with some confusion. "She's always had a very low presence in the harem. Why are you asking about her?"
As he spoke, he met Feng Yinwan's almost stern gaze.
"Tell me everything you know."