Sir, You've Got The Wrong Person - Chapter 16

“Chu Mufeng, what happened half a year ago was my fault — I was foolish and brought it upon myself. I won’t blame you, nor do I intend to pursue it. But I hope we can let that matter end here. I also hope you, Young Master Chu, will stop disturbing my life.”

Seeing Chu Mufeng stop at the pavilion in the northwest corner of the residence, Yan Yiyi turned around and spoke.

“Let it end here?”
A soft voice came from above as a hand lifted her chin. Chu Mufeng looked at her, the usual smile gone from his lips.
“Yan Yiyi, you say you won’t pursue it — but did you think to ask if I’m done with you? I, Chu Mufeng, married you properly, with the rites of heaven and earth. Not only do you not remain silent at home, but over the past six months, you have become involved in various situations. One moment you’re Mu Qingchen’s close confidante, the next you’re a famous courtesan, then suddenly you’re the side consort of Prince Yu. And now, you’ve even been sharing a bed with that Prince for several days straight.”

His grip on her chin suddenly tightened as he slowly smiled, his eyes still cold: “My dear wife, I never realized you could be so… fond of variety.”

Yan Yiyi looked at him, confused. “Whether I’m ‘fond of variety’ or not doesn’t seem to have much to do with you, Young Master Chu. Who I choose to be with or marry is my own business — it has nothing to do with anyone else. As for this ‘wife’ title you keep using, I can’t accept that. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop calling me that and ruining my reputation.”

Chu Mufeng’s smile deepened, though his eyes grew colder. “We went through the wedding rites, and we spent the wedding night together. Tell me, who else could be more suited to be called my wife?”

Yan Yiyi’s eyes turned cold. “Young Master Chu, are you reminding me of how you forced me to bow before the heavens that night and then took my innocence by force? After defiling me, you still expect me to call you my husband?”

His hand tightened on her chin, and a flicker of menace flashed in his eyes, but his smile turned gentle again. “So you’re blaming me for taking your innocence by force?”

Yan Yiyi bit her lip. “I wouldn’t dare!”
She recognized that her own foolishness had led to this situation; she had panicked, entered the wrong bridal sedan, and fallen into Miss Mu’s trap. She had no one to blame but herself; she’d brought this fate on her own head.

“Hypocrite,” Chu Mufeng snorted, releasing her chin. “Even knowing you’d hate me for it, if I could go back to that night, I’d still make you my woman.”

Yan Yiyi pressed her lips together in silence. If she could go back, she’d do anything to escape that night.

“Come back with me,” Chu Mufeng suddenly said, eyeing the stubborn look on her face.

Yan Yiyi stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. “Young Master Chu, do you actually take that so-called marriage seriously? I see no reason to go anywhere with you.”

His gaze darkened. “Do you really think I was just playing around with you?”

“Young Master Chu, I don’t understand why you insist on calling me your wife. Don’t bother saying you have feelings for me — I know you’re a man of many flings but no real affection. Feelings are just a joke to you. I have no interest in playing out some fake loving couple act with you.”

She took a deep breath, looking him in the eye. She’d left the Chu household six months ago, and until now, he’d never bothered to look for her. And suddenly, he was this insistent? She couldn’t guess his true motives.

Chu Mufeng stared at her for a long moment, then slowly smirked. “Even if you don’t want to, I’m here now, and you have no choice.”

Yan Yiyi gave a cold smile. “What? Do you think you can force me to go back with you?”

Chu Mufeng chuckled darkly. From his sleeve, he pulled out a shield-shaped token, white with black characters, and twirled it in his hand.

Yan Yiyi’s face changed the moment she saw it. Yan Yiyi instinctively reached for her waist, only to discover that her token had disappeared. Her face turned pale. Eyes narrowing, she lunged forward to snatch it back, but Chu Mufeng was ready. He raised the token just out of reach and deflected her move with ease.

“Chu Mufeng, is blackmail the only dirty trick you know?” Failing to get the token, Yan Yiyi gave up and glared at him coldly. That token had never left her side — when did it fall into his hands?

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” he said lazily, tucking the token back into his sleeve. “If I’m right, ever since the assassination of the Crown Prince’s Grand Tutor three years ago, the Crown Prince of Xize has been itching to wipe out the Labyrinth organization. The emperor may be old and senile, but even he can smell something fishy going on behind the labyrinth. No matter how much he dotes on Prince Jun Tianyu, he won’t sit back and let him kill his own brother to seize the throne. The Labyrinth —he’ll want it destroyed completely. The only reason he hasn’t acted yet is because they’ve never been able to track down its true location.”

As the words fell from his lips, Yan Yiyi’s face grew paler by the second.
She knew exactly what he meant. The emperor had long wanted to destroy the Labyrinth, but they couldn’t find it’s location

The Labyrinth was mysterious — no one knew exactly where it was or who really ran it. But the token Chu Mufeng now held was the seal of a Labyrinth Protector. With it, anyone could command the Labyrinth members by presenting it at any affiliated merchant shop.

The Grand Tutor was a key ally of the Crown Prince. Among all the princes, Jun Tianyu posed the greatest threat to the heir’s position. That’s why the Crown Prince’s faction had tried multiple times to assassinate him. Three years ago, Aunt Mei planned a high-profile assassination in the capital because she was concerned that the Grand Tutor’s schemes might be successful. The Tutor was killed on the spot — but before dying, he identified his killers as Labyrinth  members, marking them for death by the Crown Prince’s faction.

It was during this time that Yan Yiyi first noticed that Aunt Mei’s concern for Jun Tianyu seemed deeper than normal. She also sensed that the Labyrinth might be aligning with Jun Tianyu. Yan Yiyi, a commoner by birth, never wanted to get tangled in royal power struggles. She’d been quietly stepping back from politics ever since, holding the title of Protector in name but taking no real part in affairs.

Both Aunt Mei, the former leader, and Xiao Yunfei, the current head, were close to her and likely saw her reluctance — so they let her be.

But now, with the emperor’s health failing and the court simmering with hidden tensions, the battle between the Crown Prince’s faction and the princes’ camp was about to explode. Add to that the rival state of Dongze watching from the sidelines, and any spark could set off a fire. Given her care for Jun Tianyu, Aunt Mei would undoubtedly support the Labyrinth when the time came.

Despite being unaware, Yan Yiyi, as a Protector, understood that if Jun Tianyu suffered a loss, she would also face consequences. Looking back, she felt relieved that she’d completely severed ties between Mu Qingchen and herself back then — at least if disaster struck, it wouldn’t reach the Mu family. They didn’t deserve to be dragged down with her.

The Labyrinth specialized in assassinations and intelligence, but they weren’t mindless killers. They targeted only the most corrupt. In this rotten court where officials extorted, robbed, and oppressed the people, the Maze’s deeds, while controversial, had done some good. She couldn’t let them be wiped out because of her.

Chu Mufeng clearly understood the significance of this token. She couldn’t afford to risk it.

“So, my wife,” Chu Mufeng said softly, frowning at her pale face, “have you thought it through?”

Yan Yiyi looked up. “Chu Mufeng, can you at least tell me why you’re so set on dragging me back with you?”

He gave her a glance and lazily traced her face with his long fingers. “No reason at all.”

Her fists clenched, but she swallowed her urge to slap his hand away. “When will you give me back the token?”

“When the time is right,” he said, unhurried as ever.

“And how do I know you won’t use it for some underhanded scheme?”

His smile froze slightly, eyes narrowing. “Yan Yiyi, I’m no saint, but I don’t stoop that low.”

She pressed her lips together, neither agreeing nor denying.

“Go pack your things. How you choose to explain it to Xiao Yunfei is your responsibility. I’ll come fetch you in half an hour.” He patted her head lightly and disappeared.