Her existence was shrouded in too many mysteries, each aspect drawing him in, compelling him to explore.
Feng Jin pulled the silver needle from his neck. "Once your leg is healed, I will divorce you."
She had never wanted to marry him, and once the matters here were resolved, she would naturally leave.
Ling Mo Han's expression turned grim. Hearing Feng Jin speak of divorce, his heart felt as though a piece was missing, a sour, indescribable ache.
"Young General, the person has been sent away," Lu Shi reported urgently after escorting Feng Ruoyan out.
After a long pause, Ling Mo Han said in a low voice, "Issue an order: no one from the Feng family is to enter the Ling Manor from now on!"
"Young General, this..."
Given that the Ling and Feng families were now related by marriage, forbidding Feng family members from visiting would surely damage the Ling family's reputation.
"Do as I say!" He could see that Feng Jin detested her family intensely. If the Fengs continued to visit, Feng Jin might do something extreme.
"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!"
Feng Jin's hands, busy with medicinal herbs, paused. "The Young General also has the habit of being a rogue in the night."
As the words fell, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Ling Mo Han, with a grim face, strode in.
He didn't know why, but some force had compelled him to come here.
"The Young General moves like the wind. Your leg must be healed. You no longer need to..."
"Who says? Every night, my leg still aches unbearably. The residual poison in my body has not been cleared!"
Recalling that Feng Jin had said she would leave once his leg was better, Ling Mo Han directly stated that his leg was not yet healed.
Feng Jin placed three fingers on the man's wrist. His pulse was strong and steady, and the cold poison in his body had been cleared. After these days of rest, his leg should have improved. How could it ache so unbearably as he claimed?
Perhaps her treatment methods were flawed.
Feng Jin pressed his acupoint with two fingers, applying moderate force. "How does it feel?"
"A slight numbness."
An intense pain spread through his entire leg. Ling Mo Han felt as if the leg was no longer his, even as it lost all sensation.
"Impossible!" Feng Jin released his acupoint. She had applied ten percent of her strength to this point; it should have caused unbearable pain, not just numbness...
Had her medical skills deteriorated, or was Ling Mo Han unable to feel pain?
The pain in his leg vanished. Ling Mo Han gently moved his legs. If Feng Jin didn't stop soon, he wouldn't be able to keep up the pretense.
"Take off your pants!"
Ling Mo Han felt a wave of embarrassment. Couldn't Feng Jin be more tactful?
However, his hands moved skillfully, revealing both legs.
Feng Jin approached Ling Mo Han, holding a small knife.
"You... what are you doing?" Ling Mo Han felt a chill down his spine. Feng Jin's gaze was truly terrifying, and he couldn't help but step back.
"What do you think?"
Feng Jin's lips curved into a frightening smile, the knife in her hand tracing lines over Ling Mo Han's body.
Finally, it paused, then gradually moved downward.
"Feng Jin, you..."
Ling Mo Han felt a chill on his exposed legs and quickly pulled the nearby quilt to cover himself.
"Look at how scared you are. Did the Young General think I was going to do something to you?"
Feng Jin suddenly lowered her head, leaning close to Ling Mo Han. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.
Ling Mo Han's gaze swept over Feng Jin. The blemishes on her face seemed to have faded considerably, her skin was fair, and there was an indescribable, clean fragrance wafting into his nostrils.
"Young General, why is your face red?" How truly innocent. Just being this close made him so shy.
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Ling Mo Han realized his lapse in composure and reached out to push Feng Jin away.
His hand brushed against something very soft.
His mind jolted, and a surge of blood rushed to his temples. Ling Mo Han's face instantly turned crimson, even his ears burning red. He hastily withdrew his hand.
Feng Jin also faltered slightly. Being a young woman, a hint of uncomfortable redness crept onto her face. She cleared her throat, feigning calmness. "This is a freshly made ointment. I... I'll apply it for you."
Saying this, she reached out and pulled away the quilt covering his legs.
Feng Jin's hands trembled as she moved towards his legs. She had used the knife only to shave off the hair on his legs to facilitate the application of the ointment.
Even with this simple action, Feng Jin's hands couldn't stop their slight tremor.
She quickly applied the medicine and wrapped it with a bandage.
"It's applied. You mustn't move for five hours, or I'll have someone carry you back."
After applying the ointment, Feng Jin regretted it. She had forgotten to mention that he couldn't move for five hours after the application.
She couldn't just let Ling Mo Han stay in her room. Where would she sleep?
"We are husband and wife. If you make a big fuss about sending me away late at night, do you want outsiders to know that we have a strained relationship?"
Ling Mo Han's tone held a hint of anger. How much did this woman dislike him, to keep telling him to leave?
"You... why are you taking off your clothes?" Feng Jin stopped him from unbuttoning his outer robe.
"To sleep!"
Ling Mo Han stated firmly. He had five hours before he could move. If he didn't sleep in a bed, was he supposed to sit up the entire time?
The man sprawled out, occupying her bed as if it were his right.
Feng Jin then realized she had nowhere to sleep tonight.
With the bed occupied by Ling Mo Han, she had no habit of sharing a bed with anyone.
She scanned the room, finding no place suitable for sleep. The desk was too small, the floor too hard—entirely unsuitable for resting.
If only she had placed a recliner in the room earlier.
After sitting on a chair for a long time, Feng Jin's gaze fell upon the only bed. After a moment of hesitation, she stood up and walked resolutely toward the bed.
No one could resist the allure of a bed. Fortunately, this bed was quite large; fitting two people wouldn't be a problem.
Stepping past Ling Mo Han, Feng Jin lay down fully clothed on the inner side and glanced at the man beside her.
She had to admit, the man was quite handsome. No wonder so many women were drawn to him. Truly a catalyst for disaster. Feng Jin mused inwardly.
Whether it was due to exhaustion or the calming incense, Feng Jin fell into a deep sleep shortly after lying on the bed.
"Are you telling the truth?" Madam Sun asked, her face full of astonishment.
"It's true! I was driven out, and even Mo Han Gege stood by that little slut Feng Jin!"
Feng Ruoyan had never suffered such humiliation, all thanks to the Feng family.
She would get rid of Feng Jin sooner or later, or her hatred would not be appeased.
"Mother, think of a way to get rid of Feng Jin. I want to see her die."
Madam Sun twisted her handkerchief. "Yan'er, be patient!"
"Mother, she's practically walking all over me, and you're telling me to be patient? I can't tolerate such great humiliation!"
She had a premonition that Feng Jin would become the biggest obstacle to her ascending the throne of Empress.