Yun Wanye snorted coldly, squinting with a sinister gaze, "Itâs still a few months away, whatâs the rush? If he wants to marry the Princess, weâll see if Luâs life is tough enough."
Yun Wanchen: "..."
He was silent for a moment, lowering his voice to warn, "Yeâer, donât act recklessly, donât cause trouble."
"Haha, I was joking, surely you didnât take it seriously, brother?"
Yun Wanye suddenly laughed, patting Yun Wanchenâs shoulder, saying, "Itâs getting late, brother, so I wonât disturb you any further."
"Wait a minute."
Yun Wanchen called out to stop him, Yun Wanye raised an eyebrow, smilingly looking at him.
"What else do you want to say, brother."
"Our family has had quite a few affairs recently. Once theyâre sorted out, Iâll help you think of a solution, Yeâer. Donât act impulsively, remember the lesson from last time at Zuixiang Building."
"Only when you are doing well can you have plenty of time to do many things. Otherwise, if you get into trouble and are disciplined, you wonât be able to do anything at all."
Boys at this age are the most impulsive and prone to going astray. Yun Wanchen pressed down on his shoulder and advised him earnestly.
Hearing these words, Yun Wanye felt a warmth within his heart.
"Donât worry, brother, I wonât cause trouble. I really learned my lesson after the Zuixiang Building incident last time."
"Hmm, thatâs good. I trust you, brother."
The incense in the room swirled, exuding a light aroma of agarwood.
On the bed, Su Qianyue slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, she was instantly frightened, eyes wide open with deep anxiety.
Where is this?
Before falling asleep, she was clearly still in her own room, how did she wake up in an entirely unfamiliar environment?
What exactly is going on?
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door. Yun Wanchen entered, holding medicine, after seeing Yun Wanye off.
Hearing the noise, Su Qianyue panicked in her heart and quickly closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep.
She had no idea what was happening, where she was, or what she would face next, so it was better to pretend to be asleep and figure out the situation first.
The footsteps approached closer and closer, increasing Su Qianyueâs tension, her hands tightly gripping the corners of the pillow, her eyelashes slightly trembling, and her breath becoming erratic.
Yun Wanchen stopped beside the bed, softly scanning the girlâs face, then reached out to touch her forehead.
His palm felt cool, indicating her fever had gone down.
His gaze fell on the pretending-to-sleep girlâs face, considering whether or not to expose her.
Sensing the palpable gaze, Su Qianyue felt anxious and uneasy as if a thorn pierced her back.
She couldnât quite keep up the act, slowly opening her eyes, her pupils suddenly contracting.
"Prin-Princely Heir???"
Su Qianyue was astonished, staring at him in disbelief.
Her gaze stiffly shifted from his face to his legs.
Wait, am I dreaming?
How could she be seeing the Princely Heir?
Moreover, he was standing in front of her, wasnât his leg... broken?
It must be fake, definitely fake, she must not have fully woken up, yes, that must be it.
Su Qianyue closed her eyes, and in that moment, a numbing pain slowly spread across her back.
She opened her eyes again, startled, looking at the handsome, noble man in disbelief.
The pain in her back affirmed it wasnât a dream, this was real!!!
"Hiss..."
Realizing it wasnât a dream, Su Qianyue tried to get up from the bed but inadvertently pulled at her wound, the pain causing her to gasp coldly, tears almost escaping.
"Donât move, the wound hasnât healed yet."
A low, calm voice reached her ears, he pressed her shoulder back onto the bed.
Su Qianyue turned her head to look at him, eyes expressing confusion, "Princely Heir, where is this place? How did I get here?"
"This is Duke Ning Mansion."
Yun Wanchen skirted around the question, only answering her first inquiry.
Su Qianyue: "..."
So how did she come here?
Understanding he likely didnât want to answer that question, Su Qianyue sensibly refrained from further inquiries.
"Oh."
She softly replied, her gaze landing on his leg.
The Princely Heirâs leg had actually healed?
Not knowing when it got better, not a single rumor had made it outside, and despite her daily efforts to gather news about him, she learned nothing at all.
Thinking of this, Su Qianyue felt a wave of frustration and helplessness.