Sir, You've Got The Wrong Person - Chapter 12

Yan Yiyi had thought that when Prince Jun Tianyu mentioned marriage last night, he was just saying it casually. She didn’t expect that by the next day, he would take it seriously and order the servants and stewards in the residence to start preparing for the wedding.

Soon, rumors spread through the entire mansion and the capital of Xijing: the famous dancer, Miss Rumeng of the Yi Menfang brothel, had long been deeply in love with Prince Tianyu. When the prince was attacked, she had even risked her life to save him. Now, Prince Tianyu was so moved that he planned to marry her, ignoring her lowly background and welcoming her into his noble household.

Yan Yiyi couldn’t stop the gossip. All she could do was hope that Aunt Mei and her senior brother would hear about it and come rescue her before the wedding actually took place.

Given her current injuries, she couldn’t save herself even if she wanted to. She wasn’t sure what medicine Chu Mufeng had applied to her wounds that night, but by the next day, her back felt much better — though she still couldn’t move freely. If the wound were to reopen, who knew how long it would take to heal completely?

Yan Yiyi wasn’t sure if Prince Jun Tianyu was making such a big show about marrying her just to provoke Chu Mufeng. That morning, Jun Tianyu insisted on carrying Yan Yiyi to the main hall for breakfast, even though she still looked pale and clearly wasn’t fully recovered.

Chu Mufeng was already there, sitting calmly. When he saw Jun Tianyu holding her so closely, his gaze flickered over her, but his expression stayed as calm and gentle as ever. He even greeted them with a smile.

In keeping with appearances, Jun Tianyu responded politely. If not for what he had told her the night before, Yan Yiyi might’ve believed that the two men really got along well. But deep down, she knew — behind their masks, both of them were likely seething with hidden schemes.

One was closely tied to the royal family of Dongze, and the other was a highly respected prince of Xize. It was impossible for men of such status to be genuinely friendly.

Yan Yiyi didn’t care about their power struggle. She quietly sat down to eat, knowing that with her injuries, any thoughts of escape were pointless. The best plan was to recover her strength first.

While she was sipping her soup, she heard Jun Tianyu ask, “I wonder how many days Young Master Chu plans to stay in Xijing?”

Yan Yiyi glanced at Chu Mufeng. It didn’t matter how long he stayed, as long as he left behind the business contract before going. She was stuck in the prince’s mansion and needed to find a way to get that agreement signed soon, ideally by asking Xiao Yunfei to handle it.

Chu Mufeng smiled faintly. “There are some matters at my residence. I’ll probably have to return to Dongdu in a couple of days.”

Jun Tianyu chuckled. “Is it urgent? If not, why not stay a bit longer and join in the celebration for my wedding?”

As he spoke, he pulled Yan Yiyi closer into his arms. She stiffened and, for some reason, didn’t dare meet Chu Mufeng’s eyes.

Chu Mufeng’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Wedding celebration?”

“Yes,” Jun Tianyu replied with a broad smile. “Miss Rumeng saved my life yesterday. I can’t let her down. I’ve chosen an auspicious day to marry her. Young Master Chu, why not stay and join the festivities?”

Unreadable, Chu Mufeng’s dark eyes remained fixed on Yan Yiyi. Then he smiled. “Since it’s such a grand event, I suppose I must stay — no matter how urgent my business is. May I ask when the wedding will be held?”

“On the 16th, the most fortunate day this month,” Jun Tianyu said with a grin.

“Then allow me to offer my congratulations in advance,” Chu Mufeng said smoothly, raising his cup. “Let me toast to the Prince and Miss Rumeng.”

Yan Yiyi’s hand touched her wine cup, but she didn’t move right away. She had expected Chu Mufeng to remain calm, but his utter indifference still stung. She felt like a discarded rag—used and thrown away—and the bitter feeling made her chest tighten.

But if Jun Tianyu wanted to use this marriage to cut her ties with Chu Mufeng, maybe she should go along with it for now.

Jun Tianyu’s hand softly shielded Yan Yiyi’s as she lowered her eyes and reached for the cup.

“Miss Rumeng is still recovering from her injuries. She shouldn’t drink. I’ll drink for her,” he said with a gentle smile.

But Yan Yiyi quickly tightened her grip on the cup. “Your Highness, how could that be? Young Master Chu offered this toast sincerely. I must drink it myself.”

She gave a sweet smile, leaned into Jun Tianyu’s arms, and looked at Chu Mufeng as she raised the cup. “Thank you, Young Master Chu. I hope you’ll join us at the wedding.”

Chu Mufeng’s deep black eyes remained still.

Yan Yiyi forced a bright smile and emptied the cup in one go. But she drank too fast and started coughing violently, her injured shoulder flaring with pain.

Jun Tianyu patted her back gently. “I told you to let me drink it for you, but you wouldn’t listen. Now look at you, suffering.”

Yan Yiyi lowered her head and obediently leaned into his embrace. “Sorry to make you worry, Your Highness.” But inside, she was cringing at the fake sweetness in her own voice.

Chu Mufeng apologized politely, but Yan Yiyi ignored him, letting the two men continue their civil conversation until the meal was finally over. Jun Tianyu then took her back to her room.

Once they were alone, he pinched her chin and smirked. “I thought you were unwilling, but you put on quite a show today.”

Yan Yiyi brushed his hand away coldly. “Isn’t this what Your Highness wanted?”

Jun Tianyu just smiled and left after a while.

Yan Yiyi waited patiently for Jun Tianyu to leave. Noticing that only a few maids were stationed outside, she used the excuse of going to the restroom to slip away unnoticed. Alone in a secluded corner of the backyard, she slowly opened her tightly clenched palms—inside, a tiny white mouse. She carefully placed it down, gave its little head a gentle pat, and watched as it scurried off into the chaos. With that, she returned to the room, reassured. She couldn’t escape on her own—she could only ask for help.