At this moment, Yi Zixing had already sent Qian Leer to the mansion gates.
Qian Leer stood before the gates, gazing at Yi Zixing with reluctance. "I heard people in the capital say you liked Miss Yun Er. Your Highness, will you not like me anymore? Do you not want me?"
Her question was humble and pitiful, even laced with a touch of apprehension. Her slightly reddened eyes were misty with unshed tears.
Yi Zixing looked deeply at Qian Leer, Yun Shu’s figure appearing in his eyes. His dark pupils flickered, and after only a blink, he sighed softly, "How could I not like you? How could I not want you? Leer, don't listen to what others say. You only need to know that I will not abandon you."
Qian Leer secretly clenched her fists. His moment of hesitation just now confirmed her suspicion. The moment Yun Shu appeared, the look he cast at Yun Shu was unlike any he had ever given her! At that moment, she felt a sense of crisis she had never experienced before, along with a surge of resentment. The Night King was like this, so why was Yi Zixing also like this? Could they not escape common sentiment? Why were they so captivated by Yun Shu's face? It was merely a face, and men's first attraction was always to their appearance! Without Yun Shu, her own beauty would have been unparalleled among the young ladies of many noble families in the capital. Unfortunately, in front of Yun Shu, her own looks were rendered so ordinary.
"Really?" Her voice trembled deliberately.
Yi Zixing smiled slightly. In Qian Leer's eyes, his smile looked forced.
"Don't worry. Since I've promised you, I will certainly keep my word. Leer, you are injured. Go back and get proper treatment. I will visit you in a couple of days. These two days, I will first take care of my father at the mansion. You have always been understanding, so don't blame my father. He just... he will accept you," Yi Zixing said gently, trying to persuade her.
Beneath her sleeves, Qian Leer’s hands were clenched into tight fists, yet she maintained an air of fragility. With red eyes, she nodded in agreement. "Alright, Your Highness. Take good care of the Marquis at the Marquis's mansion. If there's anything you need help with, just send someone to call me. Also, please take good care of yourself. If you fall ill, I will be heartbroken."
After saying goodbye reluctantly, Qian Leer boarded the carriage with a sense of lingering dissatisfaction. If Yun Shu hadn't shown up, she would have stayed at the Marquis's mansion tonight! She might have even angered the Marquis of Zhongyong to death.
As soon as she got into the carriage, Qian Leer's expression changed drastically. Because the carriage was dimly lit, Xiao Ju didn't notice, only concerned about Qian Leer's injuries. "Madam, I'll get out of the carriage ahead and fetch a doctor. Please be sure to treat the wound on your palm and knee properly, or they will leave scars."
However, she received no response from her mistress after speaking. She immediately looked up at Qian Leer. "Madam?"
Qian Leer's face was grim, and she didn't seem worried about scars. She stared at Xiao Ju, her voice icy. "Xiao Ju, who do you think is more beautiful, you or Miss Yun Er?"
Xiao Ju was stunned, not expecting Qian Leer to ask such a question. She could only bite her lip and say, "In my eyes, no one can compare to you, Madam." But in her heart, she didn't think that way. Anyone who had seen Miss Yun Er would not think Madam was more beautiful than Miss Yun Er. Compared to Miss Yun Er, wouldn't that be seeking humiliation?
Qian Leer knew that Xiao Ju was lying. Xiao Ju dared not look at her. Even after hearing what she wanted to hear, Qian Leer could not feel happy.
"Utterly detestable!" she exclaimed.
Xiao Ju was frightened and stammered, "Ma... Madam, I... I..."
"Be quiet! Get out where you want to get out!" Qian Leer gritted her teeth, her face contorted with a hint of ferocity. Xiao Ju was terrified and dared not say another word. Suddenly, Qian Leer thought of something. "Wait, don't go back! Go to the General's mansion!"
The Marquis of Zhongyong's Mansion.
After seeing Qian Leer off, Yi Zixing returned to the Marquis of Zhongyong.
Upon seeing Yi Zixing, the Marquis of Zhongyong snorted with disdain, unwilling to look at him. Since Yun Shu was still present, Yi Zixing was somewhat hesitant and didn't mention Qian Leer. Instead, he said gently, "Father needs to rest well."
"Why didn't you leave with that woman? Didn't I tell you not to come back? You unfilial son! Just seeing you makes me lose years off my life!" The Marquis of Zhongyong became angry as he spoke. He was about to grab something nearby to hit him, but his gaze swept over Yun Shu, who was tidying up the medicine box. This young girl had just given him acupuncture. He now felt much clearer-headed and had regained some strength. Therefore, he couldn't lose his temper in front of this girl. He put the object back down.
"To die of anger because of you, my unfilial son, would be too unfair! Perhaps people all over the capital would laugh at me then!" the Marquis of Zhongyong said with a cold snort.
Seeing that the Marquis of Zhongyong's face finally had some color, Yi Zixing's anxious heart eased considerably. He also looked at Yun Shu, instinctively wanting to change the subject. He directly admitted his mistake. "Father, it is indeed my fault for making you angry. Father, please prioritize your health."
The Marquis of Zhongyong yawned, sensing something was amiss. He looked at Yun Shu. "It's getting late. You should escort Miss Yun Er back."
"Marquis, please try to be open-minded. You must not harm yourself over other people's affairs!" Suddenly, Yun Changfeng's voice was heard from outside the door. The next moment, Yun Changfeng walked in.
Yun Shu looked at Yun Changfeng, who had rushed in. "Father, have you finished handling your business?" Yun Changfeng was supposed to come to the Marquis's mansion with her, but he was called away by someone just as they reached the gates. Now he had rushed back, clearly concerned about the Marquis of Zhongyong's condition.
"I've handled it. How is the Marquis?" Yun Changfeng nodded.
Yun Shu smiled. "He's fine. He just needs to remain calm, take his medicine on time, and recuperate for a few years."
"General Yun has great fortune. Look at your daughter, her medical skills are superb, and she is also intelligent. Why couldn't this Marquis have a daughter back then? Instead, I have an unfilial son!" The Marquis of Zhongyong sighed with envy. In his lifetime, he had never envied anyone. These past few days, he had become increasingly envious of Yun Changfeng and Old Master Qin.
Yun Changfeng did not hesitate and nodded directly. "Shu'er's medical skills are indeed superb, but Young Master Yi is also a distinguished talent."
The Marquis of Zhongyong wanted to reprimand Yi Zixing a few more times, but considering that there were others present, he decided to give his son some face. Nevertheless, he still glared at Yi Zixing.
The two continued chatting for a few more moments. Seeing them happily conversing, Yi Zixing approached Yun Shu. "You know Leer, so you should know what kind of person Leer is. She is actually very simple."
Yun Shu lowered her gaze slightly. Simple? She thought about what the Marquis of Zhongyong had said earlier regarding some matters concerning Qian Leer after she arrived in the capital.