"Young Madam," the butler called out respectfully.
Ling Yan, accustomed to being the center of attention wherever she went, felt indignant at being ignored by Feng Jin. "I truly don't know what Grandfather was thinking, letting someone as ugly and dirty as you into the manor. Don't scare cousin to death again the moment he wakes up."
"Young Madam, be mindful of your words. If the Old Master were to hear..."
The butler reminded her. Everyone in the manor knew how much the Old Master doted on his grandson, the young general.
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, calmly appraising the young woman before her.
"Did I say something wrong?" Seeing Feng Jin's hideous face, Ling Yan felt disgusted and nauseous. "Someone as vulgar and uncouth as her dares to defile my cousin? Anyone among the women in the capital who wishes to marry my cousin is better than her."
"If I were you, I'd have some self-awareness and get out of the Grand Tutor's manor."
Feng Jin looked at her expressionlessly, her cool eyes devoid of any emotion.
She couldn't be bothered by Ling Yan's provocation; all she wanted now was to go to the East Courtyard to check on Ling Mo Han's condition.
"Lost your tongue? I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
Ling Yan felt as if she were punching cotton, furiously shouting, "You think playing dumb will make me let you go? I'm warning you, get as far away as possible, or don't blame me for being impolite."
"My patience is limited." Feng Jin's deep eyes fell upon her, her calm voice carrying a faint, chilling aura.
"Oh! So you can talk. Then why didn't you answer me when I was talking to you earlier?" Ling Yan crossed her arms, her arrogance evident.
Feng Jin glanced at her indifferently and walked past her.
This action completely enraged Ling Yan, and she reached out to grab Feng Jin.
Feng Jin's body flashed, a cold glint in her eyes. The tip of her finger flashed with cold light, shooting towards Ling Yan.
Ling Yan's body stiffened abruptly, as if frozen in place. Her face turned ashen, and she cried out, "You... What did you do to me?"
"Young Madam is still young, please be merciful, Madam." The butler was stunned and quickly pleaded.
"You may leave freely in half an hour."
Feng Jin glanced at Ling Yan, threw down these words, and then headed towards the East Courtyard.
"Bitch, how dare you bully me! My father will never let you get away with this! Hurry up and release me..."
As a pampered young lady of the Grand Tutor's manor, Ling Yan had never suffered such humiliation. She was furious, her teeth clenched.
"It would be best if Madam released the Young Madam. If the Second Master finds out, I'm afraid he won't let this matter go..." The butler had not expected Feng Jin to cause trouble on her first day at the Grand Tutor's manor, and his dislike for her grew.
"Do you want to end up like her?" Feng Jin stopped, turning back coldly.
The butler was speechless.
Without waiting for the butler's reply, Feng Jin strode into the East Courtyard.
Because Ling Mo Han disliked crowds, there were only two young servants in the courtyard. Seeing Feng Jin in her wedding attire, they quickly went to greet her, "Madam."
"Stand guard outside and do not let anyone disturb me."
With that, Feng Jin entered the room, closing the door behind her.
"Guard well. Report immediately if anything happens."
The butler, unsure what arcane art the ugly woman had used to immobilize the young madam, rushed to report the matter to the Old Master.
Feng Jin looked at the man lying on the bed. His handsome features were as if meticulously carved. He wore a white robe, unstained and unwrinkled, a testament to the care of his attendants.
His skin was pale, almost translucent, likely due to prolonged lack of sunlight.
Even in his unconscious state, his noble and dignified aura was undeniable.
Feng Jin placed her hand on Ling Mo Han's pulse.
This pulse...
It was faint and intermittent!
Immediately, Feng Jin raised her hand and placed it between his eyebrows. A wisp of white mist flowed from her fingertips into his brow.
His breath was weak.
Ling Mo Han's body was ice-cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he had been immersed in an ice cave for years.
Indeed, it was the Frost Curse.
Those afflicted by this curse would initially feel as cold as ice, eventually freezing into solid ice, then shattering into water and dying. The deceased would not even have a complete body.
It seemed he was aware that he had been afflicted by the Frost Curse, otherwise, he would not have used his internal energy to force the coldness in his body towards his legs, rendering them immobile.
Tsk!
A slight curve formed on Feng Jin's lips as she looked at the man on the bed with amusement. How much hatred did the other party have for him to resort to such a malicious method?
"I save you today; you will owe me this life-saving grace in the future."
After speaking.
Feng Jin untied Ling Mo Han's robe. With a flick of her wrist, several silver needles appeared between her fingers.
With a wave of her sleeve, the silver needles landed precisely.
Then, Feng Jin flicked her fingertips, and the thirteen silver needles emitted a 'buzzing' sound.
If the imperial physicians were present, they would surely recognize this acupuncture technique as the 'Ghost Doctor's Thirteen Needles.'
Each needle targeted a vital point, bringing life from the brink of death.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
She raised her sleeve and pointed, withdrawing all the silver needles. The man's eyelids fluttered slightly.
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting this.
Bang!
At that moment, the door was kicked open from the outside. The person who entered had a furious demeanor, "Feng Jin, get out here."