As the sound of the door opening reached her ears, Feng Jin immediately sprang up from her chair, snatched the coat placed beside her, and covered her neck with it.
"Turn around first. I'll put on my clothes, then you can come in."
What a bad habit to cultivate. Not knocking before entering a room, just barging in so carelessly.
"No need to hide. What part of your body haven't I seen?"
Ling Mohan strode forward, walked to Feng Jin's side, and directly snatched the clothes she was using to cover herself, tossing them onto the chair.
His gaze fell upon the blue and purple marks on Feng Jin's fair neck. The man was slightly taken aback, never having expected her to end up in such a state.
It served as a constant reminder of how wild things had been yesterday. The man's eyes darkened a little.
"What do you want now? I warn you, don't mess around!"
Feng Jin immediately noticed Ling Mohan's abnormal state and quickly warned him, frightened.
Last night had already left her half-dead, and she was still sore and uncomfortable all over. If he continued to bother her, her little life would truly be forfeit.
No matter what, she had to maintain a good distance from Ling Mohan today, absolutely not crossing the line.
Ling Mohan coughed lightly, concealing his awkwardness, and stepped forward to take Feng Jin's hand, pulling her onto the chair.
"What are you doing!"
After last night's events, Feng Jin was extremely resistant to Ling Mohan's touch and instinctively prepared to guard against his advances.
"What am I doing? Applying some medicine to your neck."
It couldn't be like this forever. Applying some medicine would help it heal faster.
Knowing her personality, she definitely wouldn't let Chu Qing or the others apply the medicine, so he had to painstakingly do it himself.
The cool, smooth ointment applied to her skin instantly brought a lot of comfort. Feng Jin gradually let down her guard, allowing Ling Mohan to apply the ointment.
"How did you apply it? This spot wasn't covered..."
"And here... you missed such an obvious mark..."
"This area is quite injured, apply more..."
Feng Jin pointed to the marks on her neck, urging Ling Mohan continuously.
"And there?"
The man meticulously applied the medicine, not forgetting to seek Feng Jin's opinion.
Feng Jin looked at her reflection in the mirror, carefully inspecting. It seemed everything was covered, with no missed spots.
"That's about it, let's leave it for now."
Considering Ling Mohan's humble attitude, she couldn't push her luck further and trouble him.
"Alright, I'll apply it for you again tonight. After two days of application, it should fade."
Ling Mohan's gaze lingered on the marks on Feng Jin's neck. He hadn't used much force last night, so why were they so severe? It must be that Feng Jin's skin was too delicate, bruising easily with just a touch.
"What are you looking at!"
Feng Jin also noticed the man's gaze and pulled her outer garment over herself, questioning him with a hint of embarrassment.
After retracting his gaze, Ling Mohan coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "I didn't use that much force last night, and you're like this..."
"Shut up, don't say another word, and don't mention last night again."
Feng Jin's fair face flushed crimson, appearing even more delicate and charming under the candlelight.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed. Suppressing his urges, he quickly turned away, no longer looking at Feng Jin.
"If you keep thinking nonsense, I'll... I'll smash your head open and see what you've got in there!"
Feng Jin shouted loudly. She really wanted to know what was in Ling Mohan's head, always thinking useless nonsense.
"I have something else to attend to, so I'm leaving. Rest well."
With that, Ling Mohan left the place at lightning speed, without any hesitation.
After the man left, Feng Jin went to the door and locked it securely. She just wanted to rest alone for a while.
Her gaze fell on the stew pot on the table. She lifted the lid, and a faint aroma wafted to her nose.
She hadn't eaten much during dinner because she wanted to leave quickly. Now, smelling the aroma, her stomach felt instantly empty.
She picked up the bowl and drank it clean without any politeness. The porridge tasted like something Chu Qing would make.
She suddenly remembered that she had indeed asked Chu Qing to make a bowl of porridge earlier, but why had Ling Mohan brought it over.
Regardless of who made it, she had already drunk it all. The feeling of being full and satisfied was wonderful, her stomach felt much better.
Feng Jin stretched. Staying in the room felt really good. Before she knew it, she felt tired. Feng Jin didn't force herself anymore. Since there was nothing to do, she simply lay down on the bed for a second nap.
When she woke up again, it was already dusk. Feng Jin groggily got out of bed.
The second nap had been good, but she was too tired, her waist still sore and aching. It was quite uncomfortable.
When she went out, she specifically chose a shawl to wrap around her neck like a scarf. It was much more comfortable than the thick padded jacket.
She took a stroll around the courtyard, and when she returned to the dining hall, she finally asked a question that had been on her mind for a while: "By the way, where are Prince Jing and Princess Jing?"
"Young Madam, Prince Jing took the Princess and left in a hurry last night. The doorman couldn't stop them."
Cai Qing replied. She had intended to tell the Young Madam about this earlier, but she hadn't even seen a shadow of her, let alone reported anything.
This outcome was within Feng Jin's expectations. They had finally sent off Chu Chenyi, and now the mansion would save a considerable amount of money every day.
"Right, I asked you to record Prince Jing's expenses in our mansion these past few days. Did you record them all?"
"Your servant has recorded them. The ledgers are here, Young Madam, please take a look."
Feng Jin briefly scanned the ledger. Chu Qing had been very meticulous, without any oversight. It was only upon looking that she was shocked; the expenses of Chu Chenyi and his wife these past few days were truly substantial, totaling over ten thousand taels of silver.
"You've recorded it all. Is there anything you've forgotten?"
"Your servant recorded it very meticulously and checked it several times. There are no omissions."
She naturally took the Young Madam's instructions very seriously, ensuring that even a single needle used from the mansion was recorded.
"That's good, as long as it's recorded carefully..."