Sir, You've Got The Wrong Person - Chapter 8

The assassin had clearly intended to kill Jun Tianyu, and that sword strike had been delivered with full force. The blade nearly pierced through Yan Yiyi’s shoulder. By the time they returned to the guest room, her clothes were nearly soaked in bl00d from the wound.

Jun Tianyu had already sent someone to summon the imperial physician on the way back. As soon as they arrived, he gently helped Yan Yiyi lie on the bed while carefully lifting her upper body to rest on his lap, with his one arm supporting her shoulder to avoid touching the wound.

Yan Yiyi lay completely across Jun Tianyu’s lap, her chest pressed against his thigh. Because of the revealing outfit she wore to dance earlier that day, this position left her chest nearly exposed. Despite the intense pain, she felt embarrassed and tried to shift her position.

As soon as she moved slightly, Jun Tianyu pressed her shoulder down.

“Don’t move,” he said, while pulling a thin blanket over her, thoughtfully tugging one end to cover her chest.

She hadn’t expected him to notice her discomfort. Her face flushed slightly, and she quietly whispered, “Thank you, Your Highness,” not daring to look at him. Her body was tense, afraid that any movement would cause her to touch his leg.

Perhaps understanding her concerns, Jun Tianyu didn’t say much, only smiling gently as he replied, “No need to be so formal.”

Just then, the imperial physician hurried in. Seeing how intimately Jun Tianyu was holding Yan Yiyi, the physician instantly understood her special status and dared not delay. He stepped forward and skillfully removed the sword from her shoulder, cleaned and dressed the wound. The entire process took over half an hour, by which time Yan Yiyi had nearly fainted from the pain.

“Change into clean clothes before sleeping,” Jun Tianyu said, noticing her slipping into unconsciousness. He lightly patted her face.

Yan Yiyi opened her eyes weakly and noticed the set of clothes in his hands. Her cheeks turned red, fearing he intended to change her clothes himself. She quickly said, “I can do it myself.”

“You’re injured. You shouldn’t move around,” he replied, already pulling back the blanket and tugging at her sheer robe, clearly intending to change her clothes for her.

Panic-stricken, Yan Yiyi reached out to stop him, her voice soft and pleading, “Please, don’t, Your Highness!”

Jun Tianyu laughed, “I thought someone from a brothel wouldn’t be so reserved. Since you risked your life to save me today, I won’t treat you unfairly.”

As he reached out again to help her change, Yan Yiyi pushed his hand away. The movement reopened her wound slightly, making her pale with pain. Still, she endured the pain and said, “Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but today’s incident was just an accident. I dare not ask for anything in return. Besides, you saved me earlier too—we’re even. Anyone in my place would’ve done the same.”

She wasn’t sure if she had misunderstood his intentions, but his words just now seemed to suggest he might take her in as a concubine. Regardless of whether that was true, she felt it needed to be clarified. If saving his life meant marriage, what if he insisted on taking responsibility after seeing her body? She hadn’t risked her life for riches and power. It is just to fulfill a promise.

Jun Tianyu seemed briefly surprised, then smiled faintly. “I must’ve misunderstood your intentions, then. If I said anything inappropriate, I ask for your forgiveness.”

“I was the one who overstepped,” Yan Yiyi replied modestly, noticing his softened attitude.

“I’ll send two maids to help you change and check on the situation outside. You should rest. If you need anything, just call a servant.”

Yan Yiyi finally relaxed and replied quietly, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Jun Tianyu smiled and said nothing more. He gently laid her down, thoughtfully tucking a bolster under her body so she could lie more comfortably.

“Rest well,” he said softly before leaving the room and instructing the maids outside to help Yan Yiyi change. As he stepped into the corridor, the smile vanished from his face. He called in a low voice, “Mo Li.”

A tall figure in black appeared behind him.

“Your Highness, what are your orders?”

“Investigate the background of the woman named Rumeng from Yi Menfang Pavilion. See if she has any ties to the assassin from today.”

“Yes!” The shadow quickly disappeared.

By the time Yan Yiyi’s bloodied clothes and bedding had been replaced, she was too weak to stay awake. No matter how chaotic things were outside, she drifted into a half-conscious sleep—and slept straight through the night.

When she woke, Jun Tianyu was sitting at her bedside. From the look of it, he had been there for quite some time. Seeing her eyes open, he gave her a warm smile. “Awake? Eat something first.”

He gently helped her up and asked for the food, feeding her himself despite her resistance. Afterward, he had the servants bring her medicine and helped her drink it. He sat with her for a while longer. Then leave after giving her a few words of comfort.

Yan Yiyi sighed with relief as she watched the door gently close. Being treated like an honored guest felt incredibly awkward. If her injury doesn’t heal soon, she’d have to stay in the prince’s residence for a while. The mere thought of it gave her a headache. If she’d known things would turn out like this, she never would’ve told Chu Mufeng where she was. All this trouble was caused by just a thirty percent business deal—she felt as if she had practically sold herself.

Now that Chu Mufeng knew she was in the palace, who knows if he still resented her for spying on him before? If he came looking for her, given her current condition now, she’d be nothing more than meat on the chopping block.

She could only hope the prince’s residence had tight security and that His Highness would consider her status as a woman and not allow just any man into her room.

She sighed and carefully tugged at the blanket, ready to rest when the candlelight in the room flickered slightly.

“Who’s there? ” she asked coldly, tightening her grip on the blanket. Her eyes scanned the room warily, but she saw no one.

Maybe she was just being paranoid. Trying to calm herself, she reached out to turn off the light—but before she could, a low, teasing voice sounded from the shadows.

“Darling, why are you so nervous? ” Dressed in simple white robes, Chu Mufeng stood by the bed, gazing down at her with a smile that didn’t reach his cold, sharp eyes.

Yan Yiyi’s heart raced. She instinctively pulled the blanket over herself. Because of the wound on her shoulder, she wasn’t wearing much—just a chest wrap and a sheer robe. When Jun Tianyu was there, he’d been considerate enough to cover her, so she didn’t feel too embarrassed. But now, with Chu Mufeng here, her thoughts returned to that night six months ago, when he had taken her by force.

She held the blanket tighter. Chu Mufeng noticed her delicate movements, and a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes as his smile deepened. “Is there any part of you I haven’t seen before? Why the need to cover up?”

Yan Yiyi ignored the sarcasm in his voice; she gripped the blanket even more tightly. She forced a smile. “What brings Young Master Chu to a lady’s chamber in the middle of the night?”

Chu Mufeng also smiled and casually sat down on the bed. “My runaway wife disappeared. Of course, I had to come and get her.”

“Oh?” Yan Yiyi feigned realization. “That’s going to be a bit tricky. The bride had already vanished from the sedan chair before reaching the capital. Who knows where she’s hiding? If you’re looking for her, perhaps you should be searching elsewhere. Why show up at Prince Yu’s residence?”

Chu Mufeng stared at her for a long moment, then chuckled. “What a coincidence—she happens to be hiding here. She used the opportunity to perform a seductive dance to tempt the prince and even risked her life for him. Such courage—I’m truly impressed.”

While talking, he placed his hand on the blanket covering her. Then, with a quick pull, he removed it. He noticed the white cloth on her shoulder, slightly stained with bl00d, and frowned.

Yan Yiyi didn’t see the expression on Chu Mufeng’s face. Without thinking, she moved to grab the blanket, but the motion strained the injury on her shoulder. The sudden pain forced her to clench her teeth as cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Chu Mufeng noticed her pale, sweat-covered face and gave a cold, sarcastic smile. “Does it hurt, darling?” he asked mockingly. Yan Yiyi glared at him, choosing not to respond to his obvious enjoyment of her pain.

His dark eyes narrowed, and he suddenly pressed his hand on her bandaged wound. Yan Yiyi’s face grew even paler from the pain. Without caring if it was the right thing to do, she twisted her body to get away from his hand, clenching her teeth as she glared at him. “Chu Mufeng, you’re insane!”

“Insane?” he repeated softly, savoring the word. His eyes turned cold as he stared at her. “Yan Yiyi, didn’t it occur to you that recklessly throwing yourself in front of another man as a human shield might hurt?” And now you’re scared of a little pain? Hmm?”

His hand pressed down on the wound again with sudden force. The injury tore open, and the white cloth was instantly stained with bl00d coming out from the wound.

Yan Yiyi was already in so much pain that she was on the verge of passing out. She didn’t even have the strength to curse him anymore. Her eyes that were filled with tears glared at Chu Mufeng, burning with hatred.

Chu Mufeng looked at her. Without a word, he quickly sealed off her acupoint to stop the bleeding. With his other hand, he gently removed the bl00d-soaked cloth, frowning at the mangled wound on her shoulder. He pulled out a bottle of medicinal powder from his robe and sprinkled it over the bloody wound.

The medicine stung like fire, and Yan Yiyi let out a gasp of pain, struggling to turn her head toward Chu Mufeng. “Chu Mufeng,” she hissed, “you torment a defenseless woman like this—do you even count as a man?”

His black eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold smile curled at his lips. “A defenseless woman? ” he scoffed. “I’ve never seen a defenseless woman charge headfirst into a blade so fearlessly.”