Qingxuan also said, “Wangfei, today only Beiyuan remains unsearched. I wonder if Wangfei has any proof that she stayed in her room resting all night last night.”
This immediately made the atmosphere tense.
Yun Qingge was not flustered at heart, but on the surface she pretended to look wronged. “That’s right, I went to bed very early last night. Jixiang can testify—she went to sleep afterwards as well.”
“Is that so?” Ye Feimo said coldly.
Hearing his indifferent tone, Yun Qingge slightly raised her eyes and inadvertently met his gaze.
His gaze fell on her face—sharp, dangerous, as if he wanted to see right through her.
She asked with a puzzled expression, “Could it be that Wangye is suspecting me?”
“And if I am?”
“Wangye, if it was a female thief last night, may I ask what you lost?” She blinked again, putting on an innocent look.
If an ordinary woman showed such a pure and harmless expression, it would surely be an endearing sight. But when it came to Yun Qingge, it turned into a face that was simply unsettling.
Ye Feimo furrowed his brows.
Qingxuan then said, “Reporting to Wangfei, a book was lost.”
“Ah? A book?” Yun Qingge asked with exaggerated shock. “A female thief would go to such lengths to break into the Wangfu just to steal a book? Wangye thinks it was me?”
He merely raised an eyebrow slightly, not responding to her.
“Wangye still suspects me?” Yun Qingge clutched her chest, swaying her body lightly, looking as if she was about to cry.
Qingxuan, who was closest to her, looked at her with disdain.
This Wangfei, putting on such a devastated look—she really acted the part convincingly.
Yun Qingge glanced at the silent Ye Feimo, and seeing that the man remained as stoic as water, she acted even more fervently. She raised her sleeve to cover her face and began sobbing.
“Wuwuwu… I am truly wronged! Wangye, you must believe me, wuwuwu…”
Her crying grew louder and louder.
Seeing that she was about to break into full-blown wailing, Ye Feimo finally said impatiently, “Have you cried enough?”
“Wuwuwu…” Only the woman’s sobbing answered him.
A flash of impatience and disgust passed through Ye Feimo’s eyes. He said in a deep voice, “Qingxuan, send someone to search the entire Beiyuan, especially Wangfei’s room.”
Qingxuan acknowledged the order, cupped his fists, and turned to dispatch people for the search.
Searching again?
Yun Qingge secretly lifted her eyes from behind her sleeve, glanced at the masked man in the wheelchair, then continued covering her face with her sleeve.
Just how much did he dislike her, that he would casually search her courtyard like this? Sigh, at this rate, how was she supposed to bring up the matter of cooperating with this man?
For detoxification, she could use a disguise, but for helping him seize the throne, she would have to use this “Wangfei” identity, wouldn’t she?
Troublesome.
Once Qingxuan left, only the two of them remained in the room.
The atmosphere became even more oppressive than before.
After what felt like an eternity of torment, Qingxuan finally returned to report: “Reporting to Wangye, the ‘Complete Collection of Medicinal Herbs’ was not found in Wangfei’s room.””
Hearing this, Yun Qingge, who was still covering her face with her sleeve, said in a choked voice, “I… I already said, I don’t… don’t have the hobby of reading.”
Ye Feimo suddenly let out a cold scoff, as if mocking her, or as if he didn’t believe a word she said.
Yun Qingge’s eyes flickered slightly, and she continued to explain, “Wangye still doesn’t believe me?”
Seeing that she was about to cry again, the disgust in Ye Feimo’s eyes grew even more intense. He said coldly and deeply, “Come here.”
This command stirred a hint of inexplicable irritation in Yun Qingge’s heart.
This man was truly hard to please.
She silently shuffled her steps closer to him, tilting her head slightly to look at him, meeting his dark and chilly eyes while secretly pouting.
“Does Wangye have any other instructions?”
“Come here. Push me to the desk.”
Oh, so it was to have her push his wheelchair. She helplessly walked over and pushed the wheelchair to the desk.
Some official documents were placed on the desk—it seemed he did have state affairs to attend to.
Releasing the wheelchair, Yun Qingge forced a smile and asked patiently, “Then Wangye…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist.
The sudden contact caused subtle changes in both their expressions.
Fortunately, his face was hidden behind the mask, so it couldn’t be seen clearly.
Her brow twitched.
“Crouch down.” He released her hand, commanding with disdain.
This tone—it was exactly the same as commanding a pet to crouch down!
Yun Qingge gritted her teeth audibly, holding in her anger as she crouched down.
Just as she crouched beside his leg, her face suddenly felt warm—he reached out and touched her cheek. His warm fingertips brushed against the scar on her face, startling her so much she nearly fell to the ground.
This man, why did he never act according to convention?
The man’s palm had some calluses, and his rough fingertips rubbed against her cheek, feeling prickly.
Yun Qingge swatted his hand away, stepping back two paces, and looked at him warily: “What are you doing?”
At this moment, she no longer had the timid, cowardly look she had been putting on before—her face was full of caution and alertness.
Ye Feimo furrowed his brows, as if he hadn’t gotten the answer he wanted.
His fingers had just landed on the scar on her left cheek, and he clearly hadn’t detected any trace of Yirong—it wasn’t fake.
This face wasn’t fake, but Yun Qingge’s foolish and timid demeanor was certainly an act.
“Get out.” He withdrew his gaze, his brows still deeply furrowed.
Yun Qingge let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief and finally retreated.
She raised her hand to touch her scar, her eyes deepening.
Clearly, what he had just been examining was precisely her scar—this man had a truly sharp gaze, obviously checking whether her face was disguised.
Did the “no dropping the mask” rule in the Kongjian also apply to her true appearance?
Actually, unless absolutely necessary, she didn’t want to reveal her real face either.
After all, it was written in the book that if the female supporting character revealed her true appearance, it would inevitably overshadow the female lead and inevitably draw Ye Tianjue’s attention.
Her mission was to help the Great Villain, not to flirt around—she had no interest whatsoever in that male lead named Ye Tianjue!
But… what opportunity could she find to propose cooperation with him?
…
In the following days, Yun Qingge remained well-behaved and obedient within the Wangfu.
In Jixiang’s eyes, the princess consort was a lazy and useless person—lying in the courtyard during the day to sunbathe and watch the weeds, doing nothing at all, and going to bed early at night, basically never setting foot outside the Beiyuan.
In reality, Yun Qingge was tending to her medicinal fields inside her Kongjian during the day.
The Kongjian could be entered with one’s consciousness, or one could physically enter directly.
Inside the Kongjian, she used her mind to survey the entire space, and miraculously, she discovered seeds for various rare medicines within it. As long as she planted these plants and then processed and refined them into traditional Chinese medicine, it would be done.
As long as they were properly handled, she could sell them in the market for money, bringing her one step closer to opening a medical clinic!
That was why she lay in the courtyard every day, tending to her Kongjian.
Until today.
Clearly, the plants in the Kongjian had a shorter growth cycle than those in the outside world. Besides the harvest, there was also a warehouse stocked with many medicines. She used her consciousness to take inventory of all the medicines in the Kongjian.
She was preparing to find an opportunity to leave the estate and sell her medicines!