MCSCPM -Chapter 315 When Can I Be at Ease

“She brought it upon herself. Even if she dies, it’s only what she deserves,” Ding Heng said angrily.

“Father, how can you say that? Even if she was at fault, you can’t say that. After all, she used to be my friend.”

“Enough, enough. Stop bringing her up. This matter hasn’t been fully investigated yet. We don’t know if she really killed anyone. If she did, then her fate is sealed, and Prince Jing certainly won’t let her off.”

“What about General Shangguan?”

“What can Shangguan Qingyun do? He has already gone to see the Emperor. Even the Emperor has handed this over to Prince Jing. Who else could he appeal to?” Ding Heng snorted coldly. Shangguan Qingyun’s situation today was ultimately his own doing; no one could blame anyone else.

Ding Ying still felt uneasy. While Shangguan Jiaoran could be overbearing, she could not believe she would really kill someone. After all, she had known Zhang (the chief) for so many years—it wasn’t in her nature, even if she acted recklessly.

Seeing his daughter silent, Ding Heng said, “You should rest. I have urgent matters to attend to.”

“Alright, Father. I understand.”

Ding Heng left without saying more.

No sooner had he gone than Leng Feng arrived, hurrying over, seizing every minute, for he would soon depart to continue searching for Yin Qingyue.

“Ding Ying,” Leng Feng called.

Hearing the familiar voice outside, Ding Ying was overjoyed. She immediately stood as Leng Feng entered.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you searching for Miss Yin?”

“I came while I had a moment. I’ll be leaving soon,” Leng Feng said, holding her hand tightly. “How are you? Feeling better?”

Tears welled in Ding Ying’s eyes. She nodded. “I’m much better. I’ve been taking medicine and staying in, resting properly. That’s helped a lot.”

“That’s a relief,” Leng Feng said, exhaling.

Ding Ying helped him sit and asked, concerned, “And you? Last time in Tuoshui County, you sustained serious internal injuries. Are you fully recovered now?”

“I’m fine. No major issues.”

“Don’t lie to me! You always do this—hide things to avoid worrying me. I know how serious your injuries were; you were unconscious for so long.” Ding Ying’s voice trembled.

Next, Leng Feng embraced her tightly. “I really am fine. Otherwise, do you think Prince Jing would send me on tasks? Don’t worry. You, on the other hand, are fragile. If you don’t rest, I will worry.”

Ding Ying suddenly became anxious. “I will rest properly. I won’t let you worry. You don’t need to worry about me either. Right now, the most important thing is to find Miss Yin.”

She sat upright, asking, “By the way, is there any news of her? She’s just one girl—where could she have gone?”

Leng Feng shook his head. “We’ve searched many places, but there’s no sign of her. I really don’t know where she went.”

“That’s true. Miss Yin is clever. If she wanted to hide, you definitely wouldn’t find her,” Ding Ying said.

So many people worried when Yin Qingyue left.

Leng Feng held her hand, speaking sincerely. “Don’t worry about Miss Yin. I know that everything we’ve achieved so far is thanks to her. I will do everything in my power to find her and bring her back safely.”

“I trust you,” Ding Ying said.

They gazed at each other tenderly. Leng Feng leaned forward, attempting to kiss her, but Ding Ying’s face flushed, and she stepped back. She suddenly picked up the pair of shoes she had made for him. “These are done. Try them on. If they don’t fit, I can adjust them.”

Leng Feng smiled. Ding Ying’s shyness was evident—this gesture would probably have to wait until their wedding night.

Ding Ying slipped the shoes onto his feet—they fit perfectly. She asked, “How are they? Comfortable?”

“Yes, very comfortable. I like them a lot,” Leng Feng said sincerely. This was the first thing a woman had ever made for him. He used to envy his prince, but now he felt like the luckiest man alive.

Ding Ying said, “Once the shoes are done, I’ll make you an outfit too. You don’t have many sets anyway.”

“Are you starting to get tired of me?” Leng Feng teased.

Ding Ying’s face went innocent. “How could I? I just… want to make things for you. Isn’t this what spouses do for each other?”

“Yes, indeed. But… I don’t want you to tire yourself out,” Leng Feng said with concern.

Ding Ying shook her head. “I’m not tired at all. Making things for you makes me happy.”

Ding Ying was always like this—quick to worry, quick to take things to heart.

Leng Feng, needing to resume the search for Yin Qingyue, gave her a light kiss on the forehead. “It’s getting late. I have to return to Prince Jing’s residence.”

Hearing this, Ding Ying felt reluctant but didn’t want to delay him. She forced a smile. “Alright, take care, okay?”

“I will. You don’t need to see me off,” Leng Feng said, also reluctant to leave, but duty called.

Ding Ying watched him go. Once he left, tears finally fell.

Xiangxu, seeing this, rushed over. “Miss, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.”

“You said you’re fine, but I just saw you crying.” Xiangxu worried, unaware that Leng Feng had just visited.

Ding Ying explained, “Leng Feng came earlier. He’s been working hard recently, and I feel concerned for him.”

“So that’s why your future husband came! Xiangxu was so worried. But don’t be sad, Miss. He’s fine. Once he finds Miss Yin, he’ll be able to visit you every day.”

“You little rascal, since when did your words get so sweet?”

“Always,” Xiangxu said, helping her inside.

Ding Ying sighed silently, only praying to find Yin Qingyue quickly, to ease Prince Jing’s mind.

That evening, Chu Jingcheng intended to go out again to search for Yin Qingyue. But after a few steps, he pressed his hand to his chest, frowned, and looked down—blood was seeping from his chest.

Leng Feng saw this immediately and hurried forward. “Your Highness, you’re injured!”

“I’m fine,” Chu Jingcheng said.

But Leng Feng blocked him. “Your Highness, you can’t go out in this state. The wound must be inflamed. I’ll fetch the doctor immediately.”

“I said I’m fine. It’s just a minor injury.”

Pushing Leng Feng aside, Chu Jingcheng insisted on searching for Yin Qingyue. His injuries seemed insignificant compared to his determination.

Unable to stop him, Leng Feng stepped back. When it came to his lord’s actions, nothing could intervene.

Chu Jingcheng went out injured. It coincidentally rained that night, though lightly.

Originally, he planned to leave the city in search of Yin Qingyue. But thinking carefully—patrols outside the city had found nothing. She was a young girl, without a horse or money—how far could she have gone?

Then, a bold idea struck him: perhaps Yin Qingyue remained inside the city. As the saying goes, “The greatest concealment is in plain sight.” Maybe this was her strategy.

He changed course to search within the city. By chance, he ended up at the teahouse where Yin Qingyue worked. It was raining outside. Though searching for her, he also wanted shelter from the downpour.

Entering hastily, he lost his footing, stumbling backward, but Leng Feng caught him.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

Chu Jingcheng, aware of his body, felt his forehead burning, worsened by the rain.

Leng Feng advised, “Your Highness, don’t search. Knowing Miss Yin’s nature, she has her reasons for leaving. She will return in due time.”

“I know her temperament. Since she has left, if I don’t look, she won’t come back.”

“But your body can’t endure this. Think of your health. If you exhaust yourself now, how will you continue searching for her later? Listen to me, Your Highness.”

“I’m fine,” Chu Jingcheng said abruptly, brushing past Leng Feng, entering the teahouse despite his injuries.

His clothes were soaked, water dripping to the floor, lips pale. Even with an inflamed wound, his presence remained commanding.

Inside, the innkeeper greeted him with a smile. Though it was closing time, they treated Prince Jing with utmost respect, mindful of previous incidents.

“Prince Jing, would you like something to eat?” the innkeeper asked.

Leng Feng stepped forward, dismissing them. “You don’t need to serve. Everyone else may leave.”

The innkeeper shivered. Leng Feng was not a man to cross. Relieved to leave, they quickly departed.

Leng Feng helped his lord sit, still worried. “Your Highness, it’s late. You’re injured and wet. Better return to the residence. Tomorrow, I’ll lead a search in the city and find Miss Yin.”

“Don’t disturb me. I’ll leave when I choose. I just want to sit here for now,” Chu Jingcheng said weakly, his face pale.

Leng Feng sighed silently, standing by.

Chu Jingcheng sat in the teahouse, suddenly recalling the days with Yin Qingyue—her playful, adorable, beautiful demeanor.

Though she sometimes spoke harshly, it wasn’t malice. On the contrary, it made him feel even more for her.