The prolonged silence also made Ling Mohan notice Feng Jin's unusual behavior. After a moment of hesitation, he finally asked, "Why have you stopped talking? Is the food not to your liking, or do you dislike this place? Shall we move somewhere else?"
Feng Jin quickly shook her head and refused, "This place is quite good. The food is very much to my taste, and the scenery is nice. Most importantly, it's quiet enough."
As long as she didn't have to hear Ling Mohan's incessant chatter, she was already very content. She didn't think about anything else and decided to continue eating silently. The most important thing right now was to fill her stomach.
Ling Mohan wanted to say a few words to Feng Jin to liven up the atmosphere. Every time he opened his mouth and hadn't even spoken a few words, Feng Jin would dismiss him. Instantly, the air was filled with awkwardness.
"Eat, this is delicious, try it."
Feng Jin picked up a piece of chicken and placed it in Ling Mohan's bowl. At this moment, she just wanted Ling Mohan to shut up and let the air remain quiet.
"I'm full." He also realized that Feng Jin seemed to be deliberately trying to stop him from talking, which was why she kept giving him food – trying to stuff his mouth with it.
Once he understood, Ling Mohan very displeasedly threw his chopsticks and bowl onto the table. He was so full of anger that he had no appetite to continue eating.
"If you're full, then go get some grass and water for the horse. It needs to eat and drink its fill too," Feng Jin said with a smile, her main intention still being to use this opportunity to get Ling Mohan to leave.
Seeing that the man still sat there unmoving, Feng Jin calmly continued, "The horse has been running for a long time, it must be hungry. As the saying goes, if you want a horse to run fast, you must feed it well. We'll be relying on it to get back, so hurry up and feed it."
Ling Mohan's expression became even more sullen, but he still needed the horse to take him back. Resignedly, he stood up to feed the horse until it was full.
Only after the man's figure completely disappeared from sight did Feng Jin finally heave a sigh of relief. After Ling Mohan left, even the air felt much cleaner.
Feng Jin's mood instantly lifted, and she felt much better about eating. She even ate an extra bowl of rice.
But the good times didn't last long. Before much time had passed, Ling Mohan returned.
Seeing this, Feng Jin quickly put down her chopsticks. Her eyes, filled with a smile, looked at the man before her, "Why are you back so soon? Have you finished feeding the horse? Are you thirsty? Would you like a cup of tea?"
Feng Jin solicitously poured a cup of tea and offered it to the man, acting as if she was serving him hand and foot. The smile on her lips seemed to reach her ears.
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Even if Ling Mohan was angry, how could he possibly find fault with her after she had so diligently cared for him?
"I'm not thirsty!" the man rejected in a cold tone, his face looking extremely displeased. A ball of fire seemed to be burning in his chest, but he couldn't find a reason to vent it, so he could only continue to sulk.
"Alright then, you can drink it whenever you are thirsty." Feng Jin didn't push him further. She directly placed the teacup forcefully in front of the man. Due to the excessive force, a considerable amount of tea spilled out of the cup, drenching his sleeve. A large water stain appeared on his dark blue robe.
"Sorry... my hand slipped. It was absolutely not intentional. How about I help you wipe it..."
Who would have thought that the tea would spill precisely on Ling Mohan's sleeve, and not a drop out of place? Anyone else would have thought she did it on purpose, but this was truly an uncontrollable accident.
Feng Jin looked around but couldn't find a piece of cloth to wipe with. In the end, she directly used her own sleeve to haphazardly wipe Ling Mohan's body a few times, managing to clear away the surface moisture.
However, the large wet patch on his clothes became even more noticeable. A few black lines appeared on Feng Jin's forehead. This seemed to be counterproductive.
"You'll have to bear with wearing it for now. You can take it off when we get back, and I'll wash it for you."
For now, Ling Mohan had no choice but to continue wearing the damp clothes. Besides, he couldn't possibly take his clothes off and return naked.
Ling Mohan's expression darkened further. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go home."
As soon as he spoke, Ling Mohan strode out with fast steps. Feng Jin, following behind, found it a bit strenuous.
"Are you really angry?"
Feng Jin ran to catch up with the man and quietly asked. Seeing that he didn't intend to respond, she pouted slightly and said crossly, "You're so petty. It's just a little water spilled on you, and you're this angry? How petty!"
Feng Jin complained a few words, expecting Ling Mohan to retort. But the man simply walked past her calmly, as if he didn't see her.
Being completely ignored, Feng Jin's anger began to simmer. She strode forward, stopping in front of the man, and stomped hard on his foot with dissatisfaction. Then, she glared fiercely at Ling Mohan and walked ahead.
Before she reached the main gate, Feng Jin noticed that the manor's gate was open, and a carriage was parked outside. Feng Jin's forward steps immediately halted.
"Ling Mohan, why is the gate open?"
Feng Jin turned around and shouted at the man following behind her. Could it be that during the short time they were out, a thief had broken in? That would be truly unlucky for them.
The man behind her walked over slowly, his gaze falling on the carriage. He immediately knew who had arrived.
"Why aren't you speaking? Could it be that this person... you know this person?"
Feng Jin acutely noticed the unusual shift in Ling Mohan's emotions and quickly asked.
Ling Mohan didn't try to hide anything. Instead, he directly stated, "This carriage belongs to the Zhennan Royal Manor."
Hearing this, Feng Jin finally understood. "You mean this is Gu Beichen's carriage? Then... will Princess Xiliang also be here?"
It was a sudden thought, and Feng Jin blurted out her question as soon as it occurred to her.
The moment she spoke, even the usually composed Ling Mohan showed a different expression. His gaze was fixed on the wide-open gate. "We'll know once we go inside and look."
With that, Ling Mohan strode inside. Feng Jin, who had been contemplating her next move, saw Ling Mohan boldly enter first and didn't hesitate. She followed him in without a second thought.