The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 491 - 489: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (15)

Chapter 491: Chapter 489: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (15)

When Jun Yu arrived, he saw this scene.

Song Wanwan and Song Manman, the two sisters, stood by the table, on which lay a spread of fine rice paper. Both held high-quality purple ink brushes in their hands.

The two were nodding their heads and muttering something, seemingly preparing to compose poetry.

But they had yet to put pen to paper.

Their previous head-shaking seemed to be mere brewing. Once Jun Yu came over, the sisters finished brewing and immediately got into the spirit.

The brush moved smoothly across the paper.

In no time, each sister’s paper had a few lines of scrawled writing that looked like chicken scratch.

It was truly a sight too sad to behold, difficult to witness directly.

Jun Yu spared only a glance before retracting his gaze, his brow twitched, and he asked, "Ladies, what is this?"

Song Wanwan said, "We’re composing poetry. Perhaps the seventeenth Prince is interested as well? Why not join us?"

Song Wanwan warmly extended the invitation.

But Jun Yu responded with a stern face, saying, "Not interested."

Song Wanwan sighed regretfully.

Song Manman had a spark of inspiration and asked, "How about painting then? Painting is also something we sisters are good at. Does the seventeenth Prince want to join us?"

"I don’t know how, and I’m not interested."

"Oh..." Isn’t there anything that catches your interest?

The two sisters sighed in disappointment.

That was exactly the effect Jun Yu desired. Seeing this, he smiled inwardly and reminded them, "Ladies, I am about to rest."

His tone carried a hint of impatience.

If they were sharp enough, they’d immediately detect the hint of dismissal in his words and sensibly make their exit.

Yet, Song Wanwan and Song Manman, this pair of sisters, were neither sharp nor sensible. Alternatively, perhaps they did not wish to be sharp or sensible.

The sisters exhibited not the slightest tact, persisting with their questions to the end of the matter.

"Seventeenth Prince, isn’t it early in the morning, haven’t you just woken up? Why are you going back to sleep?" Song Wanwan gestured towards the brightly lit morning outside with the sun shining as she questioned.

Song Manman was slightly more astute, feigning ignorance, and with a concerned expression asked, "Is the seventeenth Prince feeling unwell? Do you need a doctor to take a look?"

Jun Yu: "......"

He didn’t want to answer.

But the sisters stared at Jun Yu, wanting an answer with all their hearts.

In the room, maids were changing the beddings, coming in and out. There were many people, the footsteps noisy, but the sisters merely turned to glance and didn’t pay further attention.

The minds of the sisters were solely focused on Jun Yu.

Jun Yu was like a piece of shining gold, utterly attractive.

Ignoring the sisters’ voracious gaze, Jun Yu moved to a side, sat down, and picked up a teapot, intending to pour himself a cup of tea. Meanwhile, he found a reason to explain, "I didn’t sleep all night last night."

As soon as he reached for the handle of the teapot, Song Manman rushed up and took it eagerly.

Song Manman, protecting the teapot, said, "Seventeenth Prince, you are a guest. How can we let a guest pour his own tea? Allow me."

Jostling to work?

Jun Yu indeed needed someone for the job!

He had no objections.

He let Song Manman proceed.

After Song Manman helped pour the tea, she pushed it in front of Jun Yu and gently said, "Going to bed early and rising early ensures good health. Seventeenth Prince, take care of your health and don’t overextend yourself."

Jun Yu drank the freshly poured tea, saying nothing.

Song Manman continued, "I noticed the seventeenth Prince’s robe looks a bit dirty. How about letting me wash it for you?"

Jun Yu glanced at his robe, this black robe he had only changed into this morning, brand new? Where was it dirty?

This Song Manman, in her eagerness to please, truly spoke blatant falsehoods with her eyes wide open.

He sneered, saying, "My attire is quite clean, no need for a wash. If Miss is insistent on finding something to do, perhaps you could help sweep the floor? I see there are dirty things on the ground that haven’t been cleaned."

Jun Yu’s gaze scanned the floor back and forth. Seeing his deeply furrowed brows, anyone would assume there was a lot of dirt on the ground.

There wasn’t any dirt there, was there?

At most, it was just the maids, changing the bedding, coming and going, bringing a bit of dust on their shoes from outside.

Following Jun Yu’s gaze, Song Manman looked around but saw nothing, confused: "Where is it dirty?"

Pausing, she added, "The seventeenth Prince has a noble status; there mustn’t be anything dirty in his residence."

"I will go inspect and see where it really is."

Song Manman indeed went to check and even specifically took a broom, ready to sweep at any moment.

With work at hand, at least she stopped urging Jun Yu to take off his clothes.

Song Wanwan watched Song Manman join the maids, meticulously cleaning each corner of the room, internally lamenting.

Her sister, always pampered, it was the first time she did a servant’s work, willingly at that.

She was indeed earnest.

Song Wanwan shook her head and continued to converse with Jun Yu.

"Seventeenth Prince... may I call you Sir?" Constantly addressing him as Prince felt distant to Song Wanwan, she wanted to get closer to Jun Yu.

Jun Yu, indifferent, said, "As you wish."

Contented with her request fulfilled, Song Wanwan smiled and pursued further, "Sir, why didn’t you sleep all night?"

"......"

This question touched upon privacy, and was somewhat intrusive.

Jun Yu did not answer.

Seeing Jun Yu’s reservation, Song Wanwan quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, Sir, if I’ve offended you."

She changed the subject, "Do you like the residence Mother chose for you, Sir?"

Jun Yu’s attitude was cold, "It’s alright."

Song Wanwan smiled warmly, "If there’s anything you need added, just tell us sisters. We will promptly assist with that."

Jun Yu nodded, "Hmm, thank you."

Song Wanwan replied, "You’re too polite, Sir. It’s our duty."

...

Song Wanwan kept finding topics to engage Jun Yu, trying to get closer to him, but Jun Yu was too guarded, seemingly not fond of flattery.

No matter what she said or how she tried to please him, Jun Yu only responded briefly, feeling quite perfunctory.

It made her seem like a stranger.

After all, isn’t she a stranger?

Besides Song Wei, Jun Yu knew none of these people here.

He wasn’t familiar with them, had no connections with them, and didn’t need to regard them. How should he treat them otherwise? Should he worship them like deities?

He wasn’t insane.

Soon, the maids finished changing the bedding in the room and gradually left.

Song Manman also re-cleaned the floor, ensuring there was no dirt whatsoever.

She checked everything herself, confirmed no issues, then, like a child wanting praise, approached Jun Yu, expecting to be complimented on her diligence.

Little did she know, before she could speak, Jun Yu spoke first.

Jun Yu said, "Second Miss has worked hard. You should return early to rest."