MCSCPM -Chapter 215 Three Days and Three Nights

If Leng Feng knew that the woman he had called arrogant had, just half an hour earlier, been standing in front of Ding Ying speaking up on his behalf, he probably wouldn’t have called her that.

Leng Feng, disguised as a tavern attendant, carried Shangguan Jiaoran to her own carriage and headed back to the General’s Residence.

Meanwhile, while Leng Feng was on his way to the General’s Residence, Yin Qingyue went to find Ding Ying. She intercepted her not far from the Ding Residence. Luckily, Ding Ying was walking; otherwise, Yin Qingyue wouldn’t have been able to catch up.

Ding Ying was first startled when a carriage blocked her path, then wondered—could it be that Leng Feng had caught up to her?

“Who is it?”

Yin Qingyue poked her head out of the carriage and smiled gently. “Miss Ding, let’s get in and talk.”

“It’s you?”

The woman the prince had kissed publicly—the goddess doctor from the villa in the outskirts—how could she possibly be here?

“Miss Ding, it’s better to talk inside.”

Ding Ying hesitated. Why was this woman seeking her out? After a moment, she finally got into the carriage.

Inside, this was the first time Ding Ying had been so close to Yin Qingyue. People often called her an “ugly girl,” but up close, she was astonishingly beautiful: small, elegant brows, delicate features like bamboo, a jade-like complexion with a touch of red—truly a rare woman in the world. Ding Ying couldn’t help but feel both envy and jealousy. She thought she would never see anyone more beautiful in her life.

Ding Ying thought, only the prince could be impressed by such a woman. She could never compare.

Yin Qingyue noticed Ding Ying staring and felt a little embarrassed. “Miss Ding, why do you like staring at others?”

Realizing she had been impolite, Ding Ying immediately lowered her head. “Sorry, it’s just… you are truly beautiful.”

“Miss Ding, you flatter me.”

“I’m serious.”

“Thank you for your compliment. But… I came to talk to you about something else.”

“Go ahead.”

“It’s about Leng Feng. I believe you’ve already met him. Hasn’t he already told you his intentions?” Yin Qingyue wasn’t one to beat around the bush; she spoke plainly.

When Ding Ying heard the name “Leng Feng,” her brows furrowed instinctively, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Don’t be sad or agitated. I know about your relationship with him. I won’t hide anything. Today’s arrangements were all my doing. If you hadn’t refused to see him, I wouldn’t have done this.”

“Who are you? And what about the thing you mentioned earlier about the prince and Jiaoran…”

“There’s no prince involved—it was all a plan. I just want you to understand: Leng Feng, desperate to see you, truly wants to treat you well, and he hopes you will accept him.” Yin Qingyue studied her, looking for even the slightest trace of emotion.

“Stop talking… I… I really don’t know.” Ding Ying’s emotions surged again.

“Do you not know, or are you unsure?”

“I…”

Yin Qingyue knew the hearts of girls like her. You can’t force them—you have to proceed gently. She held Ding Ying’s trembling hand and said kindly, “Think about it: the situation is already decided. Why not accept it? Of course, I know it’s hard for you to accept immediately… so… why not give him a chance?”

Ding Ying looked up. “A chance? What do you mean?”

“We’ll make a bet. Three days. You spend three days alone with Leng Feng. After three days, if your feelings change, everyone will be happy. If not… we guarantee your engagement to him will be completely canceled.”

“Really? The marriage can be canceled?”

“Don’t worry about that for now. If you accept him, won’t everyone be happy?”

“Everyone happy”—those words from Yin Qingyue seemed full of hope.

Ding Ying felt reassured. No matter what, it could only be beneficial. If she grew to like Leng Feng, as Yin Qingyue said, everyone would be happy. If not, someone like her and the prince, clever as they were, would surely find a way to cancel the engagement.

“Alright, I agree. Three days, then three days. You must promise me: if I don’t like him, the marriage must be canceled.”

“I promise,” Yin Qingyue said, though she herself wasn’t entirely confident—but she trusted that Chu Jingcheng wasn’t the kind to force someone.

At that moment, Yin Qingyue discovered a surprising secret: as Ding Ying had stared at her earlier, Yin Qingyue had gazed back, and in those eyes, she read Ding Ying’s true feelings—she liked the prince.

So it wasn’t just Shangguan Jiaoran; Ding Ying also had feelings for him.

How could the prince “spare” himself while everyone adored him? Yin Qingyue’s heart stirred, unable to describe the feeling. She thought this might be why Ding Ying would initially reject Leng Feng.

But she didn’t confront her directly. Instead, she pretended ignorance. Perhaps in these three days, things could change.

Outside the General’s Residence

Leng Feng drove the carriage back, carrying the unconscious Shangguan Jiaoran. Since he had visited yesterday, he had changed into his attendant disguise, even attaching a fake beard.

Two attendants outside greeted him. “Who is it?”

“I’m a tavern attendant. Your lady drank too much and passed out. Please take her inside immediately.”

Hearing that it was their lady, the attendants dared not slack off—they knew Shangguan Jiaoran had practiced whipping on them before.

After handing her over, Leng Feng left promptly.

Everyone in the residence soon knew what had happened.

Yun’er hurried about, trying to revive her mistress, but she remained unconscious. She had no choice but to call some doctors. Coincidentally, Shangguan Qingyun had returned home.

Upon learning the details, he was furious, slamming the table: “This is outrageous! A young lady, drunk like this—what nonsense is this?”

Yun’er anxiously said, “Sir, please don’t blame her.”

“You little girl, what did I tell you? To watch her carefully! Why did you let her go?”

“Sir, I was wrong. It’s my fault. I didn’t watch her properly. Please punish me.” Yun’er immediately knelt.

Shangguan Qingyun, torn between anger and concern for his daughter, waved his hand. “Forget it. What use is scolding you now? I just hope Jiaoran is alright.”

Just then, the doctors emerged. Shangguan Qingyun asked, “What’s her condition?”

The doctors hesitated, looking at one another.

“Speak! What happened?”

Shangguan Qingyun’s voice forced one doctor to explain: “General Shangguan, your daughter drank heavily and also consumed high-alcohol tea. Together, they didn’t threaten her life, but caused loss of consciousness. She will remain in a coma for several days.”

“What? A coma for several days?” Shangguan Qingyun was alarmed, worry filling him.

“General, don’t worry too much. We will prescribe medicine. Once she wakes, after a few days, she will fully recover. It’s just a temporary unconsciousness—nothing serious.”

“Really, nothing serious?”

“Yes. In a few days, the tea will leave her system naturally.” The doctors spoke sincerely.

Shangguan Qingyun sighed. “Alright. Thank you, doctors. Send them on their way.”

The attendants gave the doctors a few silver ingots as payment and saw them out.

Returning inside, Shangguan Qingyun looked at Jiaoran lying on the bed. He didn’t know how to discipline her. Her mother had passed away early, and he had been busy with duties, rarely having time to guide her. Her temperament was partly his fault.

“Jiaoran, your father worked hard to get the emperor to arrange your marriage. Don’t cause any mistakes and disappoint the emperor—or me.”

Jiaoran, lying on the bed, had no idea of her father’s intentions. Spoiled as she was, her thoughts were only of herself.

Yun’er came in with a basin of hot water to clean her mistress.

“Sir, I’ll clean her.”

“Mm.” As Shangguan Qingyun was about to leave, he turned back sternly. “Yun’er, watch her carefully. Don’t let her leave again or make a mistake. If she does, I won’t forgive you next time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

After he left, Yun’er felt wronged. She had been whipped by her mistress and her face was swollen. She could only weep silently.

“Miss, don’t cause trouble next time. If I get whipped again, I might die.”

Yun’er felt pity for her mistress. In beauty and charm, no one in Beihai could compare. And with the prince, they were well-matched.

But if the emperor had already agreed after negotiations, why hadn’t the prince formally proposed yet? Could it really be, as her mistress feared, that the prince’s heart had been stolen by a “witch”?

What kind of woman could rival her mistress?

Shangguan Qingyun, stepping out, was troubled. His daughter resembled his younger self—headstrong and hot-tempered. But even so, she shouldn’t have drunk so much high-alcohol tea.

Could someone have meddled, trying to cause trouble for his daughter? If so, who?

He was deeply worried. Actions required evidence. If he wanted to investigate, how would he do it?

Suddenly, he turned and decided to ask the household guards: who had visited the Shangguan residence today?