Yu Xing was summoned by Feng Ling again just as she returned to the temporary residence of Prince Xuan.
It was already past midnight.
"You damned thing, where did you run off to?" Feng Ling, who had been waiting for over an hour, was furious.
"You still dare to wear this thing!"
This time, as she tore off Yu Xing's mask, her sharp fingernails raked across Yu Xing's face, drawing a bloody gash.
Yu Xing felt a burning sensation on her face.
Feng Ling was momentarily stunned, perhaps not expecting to have injured someone so severely.
Internal injuries were one thing, but a facial injury… if Prince Xuan saw this upon his return…
The thought had barely crossed her mind when a respectful voice from outside announced, "Your Highness!"
He was back!
Feng Ling's heart tightened. She quickly glanced at Yu Xing's face and, lowering her voice, snarled, "Aren't you going to leave? Do you want to complain to the Prince? Be careful I don't reveal your secret!"
Yu Xing lowered her head, her expression unreadable, and retreated.
Unexpectedly, as she stepped out, she ran directly into Feng Ye Xuan, who had just returned.
"Your Highness!" Yu Xing immediately bowed her head.
Feng Ye Xuan's gaze deepened slightly. "What happened to your face?"
Although a face held little importance for a man, his people rarely sustained such injuries.
Moreover, Yu Xing, with her naturally fair and clear skin, was the most delicate among the Four Kills. A bleeding wound on her face was rather startling.
Before Yu Xing could reply, Feng Ling hurried out. "Ye Xuan, you're finally back?"
She glanced at Yu Xing, her voice so gentle it could drip with sweetness. "I'm sorry, I don't have any medicine for facial injuries here. Shall I take you to see a doctor?"
"No need, your subordinate can apply medicine herself."
Yu Xing inclined her body and said to Feng Ye Xuan, "I just bumped into something. Your Highness, your subordinate will take her leave now!"
Feng Ye Xuan nodded slightly.
Yu Xing immediately lowered her head and departed.
Once Yu Xing was far away, Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Feng Ye Xuan. "Ye Xuan, where did you go so late? Why are you all wet?"
Although her clothes had dried on the way back, it was clear she had been in water.
"I went to check on the city moat embankment."
Seeing her dressed so thinly, Feng Ye Xuan's tone grew stern. "It's late and the dew is heavy. Why are you out when you haven't recovered from your injuries?"
Feng Ling's heart warmed. She quickly said, "I was worried about you. I waited for you all night, so anxious. When I heard your voice, I naturally rushed to see you, forgetting everything else."
"I'm fine, I just went for a walk."
Feng Ye Xuan looked at the maids waiting at the end of the corridor. "Someone, escort the lady back to rest."
"Ye Xuan." Feng Ling was somewhat unwilling. He had just returned, and he was already sending her away?
After waiting all night, was this the outcome?
"Ye Xuan, I want to serve you as you bathe and change."
"No need…"
"Ye Xuan, don't you know how distressed I was waiting for you all night?"
Feng Ling looked up at him, a faint glimmer of tears welling in her eyes.
"I thought… I thought you went there tonight and wouldn't come back. I… I was so upset for a long time, but I could do nothing."
Feng Ye Xuan knew what "there" referred to; she meant Chu Qian Li.
"My relationship with her is not like that. Why would I go there?"
However, Feng Ling's current demeanor was indeed rather pitiable.
He was, after all, soft-hearted. "Come in."