Before this, she never thought that she would have such an embarrassing day.
She forgot how she came out of Yuqian Palace. Under the cover of night, she moved her legs almost instinctively, with only one thought in her mind -
Get out of here.
Get out of this awkward and embarrassing situation.
Let go of those uncontrollable emotions.
Leave, Ye Tinglan.
His mind went numb, and he had already left the palace gate when he regained consciousness.
Qi Xuan had already left after seeing her off. It was not yet time to leave, so the palace's carriage naturally disappeared.
Feng Yinwan had no hope either.
After a slight pause, she subconsciously prepared to walk back. Unexpectedly, when she took a step forward, a cold breath fell sharply behind her.
"stop."
These two words seemed like a world away, but in an instant the pain in her heart reached its peak.
Her body was uncontrollably frozen in place, and the weight on her feet was like a thousand pounds. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't even lift it up.
"Where to go?"
It was still that cold and indifferent tone, with no distinction between joy and anger, but when it fell into my ears, it only aroused a bone-chilling chill.
Her body trembled slightly for a moment. Feng Yinwan pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes. The hands hanging by her sides had already tightly grasped her blouse and skirt.
"Why did the prince come?"
He was taciturn, had no intention of rejecting her, and never said a word of liking from the beginning to the end.
Her previous indifference to Qin Rulian was probably just because she was really unhappy, but Yun Shu was not Qin Rulian, Ye Tinglan, or her husband, Feng Yinwan.
"Feng Yinwan, what are you making a fuss about?"
There was a dull pain in the fingertips, which were obviously turning white.
Feng Yinwan stubbornly refused to look back, but you can imagine his frown when he said this.
Her eyelashes quivered a few times, and she took a strong breath and stepped forward.
"My lord, please go back."
The sudden pain from her thin wrist made Feng Yinwan frown, and her body was almost in pain as her wrist was grabbed and pulled hard.
"What the hell are you making a fuss about."
Touching the color seeping out of her eyes, the cold anger in those dark eyes subsided for a moment.
Ye Tinglan pursed her thin lips, but the big palm on her wrist tightened, "Follow me back."
Feng Yinwan stiffened and resisted silently, but Ye Tinglan's skills were far superior to hers, and it was easy to subdue her.
The frozen confrontation was about to break, but the next moment, Song Qingan's voice sounded from behind.
"Prince Mo, please let go."
The words came out unceremoniously, as he was chasing after me all the way quickly.
Today, the scene where Feng Yinwan spoke up in defense was still in front of his eyes. Ye Tinglan frowned, and the aura around him suddenly became furious.
"roll."
Song Qingan stood in the front and did not give in.
"Prince Mo, I can see that the princess does not want to go back with you."
Ye Tinglan's handsome face sank heavily, his narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and the displeasure on his face reached its peak.
"You are no match for this king."
Song Qing'an nodded, "I want to ask the prince for advice and I am willing to try my best."
There are rumors in the palace that Ye Tinglan has not fully recovered from his serious injury. Although he has woken up now, only half of his skills have been restored, and it is very likely that this half will be the limit in the future.
The two were at war with each other, and their breaths were already intersecting. Feng Yinwan pursed her lips and shook off the shackles on her wrists with all her strength.
"You go, I won't go back."
She turned her face away, showing an obvious rejection.
Ye Tinglan had a gloomy look on his face, and when he tried to speak again, Song Qingan blocked him first.
"Prince Mo, please come back. Prince Dingnan and Princess Chao'an are still waiting for you."
In the middle of the wedding, he chased Feng Yinwan and left. This was undoubtedly hurting King Nan's face.
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in that room started to flash. Ye Tinglan frowned heavily and turned around.
The pressing pressure receded instantly, Feng Yinwan's face turned pale, and her body slumped down as if the strength had been relieved.
"princess."
Song Qingan's hand was holding her behind her back.
Feng Yinwan shook her head, her pursed lips turned pale.
"I will send the princess back."
Worried about her condition, Song Qingan spoke firmly, but Feng Yinwan still shook her head after hearing the words.
"I want to take a walk."
If she goes back like this now, Yuping will definitely be worried again.
Song Qingan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
She deliberately took a long way back to her home, walking from the palace gate to the Yu River. Song Qingan followed quietly behind her all the way without asking any more questions.
It was a lively time at night, and the lights on both sides of the Yuhe River were bright. They stood on the bridge, and Song Qing'an's slender silhouette fell behind them, just covering Feng Yinwan.
"Are you tired, Princess? I know that a nice wine shop is nearby. Would you like to go with me, Princess?"
Not long after the celebration banquet started, she left the palace, and Song Qingan chased her out, probably without eating anything.
Thinking that she was involved, Feng Yinwan nodded, "Okay."
His thoughts were still a mess, and it wasn't until he sat on the painted boat that the phoenix chanted that night that he suddenly came back to his senses. The wine shop Song Qing'an mentioned was actually a boat on the water, which had a unique charm.
The hull of the boat shook slightly, and Song Qingan came back holding two wine bottles.
"As the saying goes, 'A drunkenness solves a thousand worries.' A troublesome thing is still a troublesome thing if you think about it too much. Princess, do you want to give it a try?"
Feng Yinwan admitted that this proposal made her heart move.
Something like alcohol will cause trouble if it comes into contact with it. She doesn't like the feeling of losing control, so she rarely touches it, but today the rebellious factor in her body was aroused and it has been tense for several days. She really wants to indulge it regardless.
Of course, that's if she's not pregnant.
Song Qingan had already expected it.
"I know that the princess is pregnant and should not drink alcohol, so I drink tea instead. This is especially inappropriate."
There were two wine bottles. The one he held was wine, but the one in front of her was sweet tea.
This is a gesture of wanting to get drunk with her and then rest.
There was a momentary touch in his heart, Feng Yinwan nodded, his voice was very soft.
"good."
It was said that it was to accompany her, but Song Qing'an did not drink half of the cup. However, Feng Yin was tired of drinking the sweet tea at night, and also ate a lot of vegetables and snacks.
This person didn't lie to her. The food in this restaurant was indeed delicious.
Sometimes Feng Yinwan really feels that eating delicious food is an excellent way to resolve sadness, such as now.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that most of the food had fallen into his stomach. He had a look on his face, and then he spoke in embarrassment.
"Young Master Song also eats it."
Seemingly confused, Song Qingan raised his head when he heard the sound, with a trace of unfocused holes in his eyes.
After staring at Feng Yinwan for a long time, he seemed to be able to regain his thoughts.
"princess."
It was a bit unclear when he opened his mouth. Feng Yinwan stared at the slight powder on his face and frowned.
Is he... drunk?
When I realized this idea, I suddenly felt dumbfounded.
He promised to accompany her, but he got drunk first.
Fortunately, Song Qing'an's wine was good, and he sat there quietly when he was drunk. He didn't cause any trouble or yell.
Except, the eyes staring at her were too direct and passionate.
Thinking that he had drunk too much, Feng Yinwan sighed, having an inexplicable headache.
Just as he was thinking about how to send him back, the person in front of him suddenly spoke.
"Wan'er, do you really not remember me..."
This sound was so soft, like a murmur, that Feng Yinwan had already blown it away by the night wind before he could hear it clearly.
"What do you remember?"
She was answered with a very soft muffled sound.
Song Qing'an still held the wine glass in his hand, but he was lying on the table.