The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 502 - 499: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (25)

Chapter 502: Chapter 499: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (25)

They were immersed in their joy, heedlessly indulging in their amorous affair.

Their posture, that brazen abandon, completely lost in their own world, as if everything outside didn’t exist, as if the world had ended, was indeed shocking.

Many couldn’t help but think, a dignified merchant’s daughter, who usually appeared charming and lovable, secretly had such a wanton side?

Indistinguishable from those girls in the brothel who eagerly entertain customers.

Truly frightening!

Truly mad!

Quite a few people were embarrassed, coughed awkwardly, and excused themselves.

Some even started cursing.

"What’s going on? Isn’t that the butler of the Song Mansion? I’ve seen him before. How could he be in Miss Song’s chamber, doing such a thing with her? This is truly shocking."

"Could it be that Miss Song and the butler have a secret relationship that couldn’t be revealed due to age difference, and now that they finally have an opportunity to be seen by everyone, they just went for it?"

"But looking at them, it doesn’t seem like they were overwhelmed by passion, more like they were under the influence of something, losing control."

"And just now Mr. Song said the Seventeenth Prince wronged Miss Song, asking everyone for justice. But now, everyone sees the butler wronged Miss Song... Could it be... could it be..."

These words caused a stir, and everyone started speculating wildly.

Everything has clues to follow, and with careful deliberation, some conclusions can always be drawn.

The more people guessed, the closer they got to the truth, and the more they felt a chill down their spines.

This Mr. Song and Madam Song are really too much, sacrificing their future third son-in-law for a good marriage for their eldest daughter?

Not to mention the question of who is more important, the eldest or the third Miss, just the matter of the Prince’s identity is serious enough.

He is a Prince!

And they dare to do this?

Do they think the Prince is just a title and a name?

Absolutely not!

Everyone present is worldly and knows about the life of a Prince as told in legends.

Every Prince grows up in a crucible of crises and conspiracies.

The little tricks of Mr. Song and Madam Song are transparent to them. So, not only can’t Mr. Song and Madam Song manipulate them, but they will also pay a heavy price for their ill-intentions.

Song Wanwan being violated by the butler is that price!

And that’s not all.

If the Seventeenth Prince is still angry, with his status, he could make the entire Song family disappear overnight without a trace.

Even if the local officials wanted to intervene, there would be no way to do so.

They might even get into trouble themselves and bring on bigger problems.

Heh, it’s unclear where Mr. Song and Madam Song get the courage to plot such things against someone even the officials fear offending?

They really don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.

It’s suicidal!

Fearing to displease Jun Yu, many people quietly discussed their speculations, making sure Mr. Song and Madam Song heard it, but not daring to let Jun Yu hear it.

Mr. Song and Madam Song, worrying and grieving over Song Wanwan, awakened a little from their dreams of wealth and glory, finally realizing what fear means.

...

Jun Yu made no comment on the matter.

The longer he remained silent, the more serious everyone felt the issue was, realizing it wouldn’t be easily resolved.

Song Wei was greatly agitated by today’s events and, coupled with her drinking, felt unwell, standing there about to collapse.

But she endured to not make Jun Yu worry.

Seeing this, Jun Yu didn’t waste words with these people, leaving them to their wild imaginings and cradle Song Wei in his arms, heading to her quarters.

Feeling the exhaustion and weakness ease while nestled in Jun Yu’s embrace, Song Wei finally asked the question that had been troubling her, "Ah Yu, I’m curious, Madam Song clearly wanted you and Song Wanwan to consummate the marriage, surely she made thorough preparations, how did you avoid it?"

Jun Yu gave a disdainful smile, "I’ve seen such tricks since childhood, avoiding them is easy."

Song Wei was curious, "Easy?"

Jun Yu nodded, "Yes, I recognized the scent of the aphrodisiac immediately. After that, I bled myself a little to sober up, then it was no problem escaping Song Wanwan’s room."

"Bled yourself?" Song Wei latched onto that keyword, urgently checked Jun Yu all over, "Where are you hurt? Is it serious? Let me see."

"For a man, an injury is an honor, it’s no big deal, and it’s just a minor wound, it’ll heal in a couple of days, no matter." Jun Yu had no intention of showing Song Wei the wound.

Song Wei got angry, "Ah Yu, what do you take me for?"

"Hmm?"

The question was slightly ambiguous.

Jun Yu was about to say something cheeky, but seeing Song Wei’s serious expression, not joking or being coy, just genuinely upset with his behavior, he sobered up.

He grew more solemn and said, "Xiao Wei, who do you think I take you as? Naturally, you’re the one in my heart."

"And you hide your injury from me?" Song Wei demanded.

Jun Yu was silent for a moment, then said, "... Isn’t it because I didn’t want you to worry?"

"Not telling me only makes me worry more."

"... Oh, then I’ll show you when we get back." Jun Yu didn’t want Song Wei to worry about him.

"Okay, it’s a deal."

"A deal."

Back at home, Song Wei endured her discomfort to examine Jun Yu’s wound.

When Jun Yu discovered he was under the influence of the aphrodisiac, to stay clear-headed, he actually cut his chest several times with a knife; he really was ruthless, even after quite some time, his wounds still seeped blood.

Yet he carried Song Wei back to her quarters without breaking stride, breath steady, heart calm, appearing nonchalant.

Song Wei’s dress was stained with quite a bit of blood.

Ignoring the blood on her dress, she only worried about Jun Yu’s chest wounds.

She pressed Jun Yu onto the bed, parted his clothes at the chest, and diligently applied medicine, bandaging the wounds carefully.

Jun Yu watched Song Wei frowning as she tended his wounds, her fair hands touching his chest, intending to tease, but seeing her distressed expression, he felt a bit embarrassed.

He could only keep saying, "Xiao Wei, I’m fine, really."

Song Wei didn’t respond, just bent over, diligently bandaging Jun Yu. Once done, she turned her back and secretly shed tears.