The next morning, Feng Yinwan went to the imperial palace alone.
When she arrived, she happened to see Yu Che leading a horse out of the palace, his luggage neatly packed, looking as if he were about to leave.
Anxious, she hurried forward to intercept him.
"Are you leaving?"
Yu Che cast a faint glance at her and replied, avoiding her question, "It seems he isn't dead."
Feng Yinwan, long accustomed to his sharp tongue, merely nodded in response, "Ten days have passed. Can you treat him now?"
She said this matter-of-factly, but Yu Che let out a cool scoff and said coldly,
"I was just speaking casually. He is already fine."
Long after the ordeal that night, Ye Tinglan's body had recovered.
He was not lying; he had endured the most difficult period through sheer grit. Although he had occasionally coughed up blood and slept for days, it was merely a period of recuperation.
Feng Yinwan was taken aback by this, momentarily stunned. Yu Che, assuming she didn't believe him, grew even colder.
"If you don't believe me, check his pulse yourself. Don't bother me anymore!"
With that, he led his horse and continued onward. Feng Yinwan, snapping back to reality, rushed forward again to stop him.
"Wait."
Yu Che's brow furrowed with impatience, "What else do you want?"
Feng Yinwan paused, then said, "He also asked me to give you a message."
"I doubt it's good news."
He snorted coldly but stopped his steps.
Seeing this, Feng Yinwan immediately spoke, "Whether you believe it or not, the destruction of the Yu family has nothing to do with the Prince of Dingnan. If you truly love Yun Shu, you should send her back soon. The Prince of Dingnan will no longer prevent you from being together."
After all that had happened, the Prince of Dingnan had long since abandoned his stubborn stance.
He had only one daughter, Yun Shu, and nothing was more important than her being found. Moreover, Yun Shu and he were indeed in love.
This was meant as a piece of advice, yet Yu Che's expression turned sharp.
He looked at her with a cold, fierce glare and sneered, "Stop being so clever. My affairs are none of your business."
With that, he mounted his horse and galloped away, his departing figure resolute. Yet, Feng Yinwan felt that he had indeed taken her words to heart, even if only a little.
She sighed softly and quickly returned to the sect.
When she arrived back, Ye Tinglan had already risen. His expression was slightly tense, as if he had been searching for her for a long time.
Seeing him, Feng Yinwan dismounted and rushed over. Only upon seeing her did Ye Tinglan's expression return to normal.
"I just went to find Yu Che, and he said you were already well. Come inside, let me check you."
Without further ado, she pulled him towards the house. Ye Tinglan, led by her, his tall figure following behind, exuded a sense of docile compliance.
Inside the room, Feng Yinwan made him sit down and reached out to take his pulse.
After a careful examination, she seemed to find it curious and moved her fingers to another spot.
Ye Tinglan looked down at her, acting like a curious child, touching and examining him as if she were embarking on a serious medical study. His eyes lowered, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
After a while, she spoke again, her voice filled with disbelief, "You are indeed well."
Feng Yinwan found it miraculous. She wanted to open his collar to examine his heart, but as her fingers descended, they were silently caught.
She looked up, bewildered, and met a pair of intensely deep, dark eyes. Only then did she realize what she had just done.
"No, I..."
Her face flushed, and she immediately tried to pull away. However, before she could finish her words, she fell into a tight, solid embrace.
Through their clothes, Ye Tinglan's warmth faintly scorched her, as if drawing her into an endless abyss.
Even more, his deep voice fell upon her ears, tempting her like a soft lullaby.
"You can't see clearly like this. Why don't you examine me more thoroughly?"