Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

The Duke of Zhenguo was startled, his hand holding the whip tightened, and his sharp eyes looked at the young man who was kneeling upright.

"Is that right?"

"What else could it be?"

Su Rou stepped forward and snatched the whip from his hand, glaring at him, "I know my son well. Even though he's a bit of a troublemaker, he knows what he should and shouldn't get involved with."

Shen Jingyou, who was kneeling on the ground, felt that all the frustration of being wronged in his heart had dissipated. The strong fragrance of his daughter became stronger and weaker, making him feel confused. The warmth behind him made his ears red.

Thinking that she was protecting him, he suddenly felt a sweet feeling in his heart.

The Duke of Zhenguo coughed and said sternly, "Why didn't you explain just now?"

The majestic voice brought Shen Jingyou back to his senses. The young man turned his face away and said angrily, "You have already condemned me in your heart. Will my explanation be of any use?"

The Duke of Zhenguo choked, but it was not right for a father to apologize to his son.

He handed the whip to the steward at the back and said, "If he wants to take the silver in the future, let him take it."

After saying this, the Duke of Zhenguo strode out of the house.

Wen Ling chuckled. The way the Duke of Zhenguo apologized was really awkward. She finally understood where Shen Jingyou's awkwardness came from.

In Yunyue Pavilion, when Shen Jingyou was lying on the couch applying medicine, Wen Ling walked in from outside.

Seeing Wen Ling not avoiding suspicion at all, Shen Jingyou widened his eyes and quickly put on his clothes.

"You, you, you, don't you know how to avoid suspicion as a girl?"

Wen Ling glanced at his small body. What was so good about a teenager who was not even an adult yet?

Shen Jingyou seemed to have read her meaning from her eyes, and for a moment he forgot his shyness. Who was he looking down on? He had a great figure, didn't he?

Wen Ling walked towards him, pressed him down on the blanket, took out the ointment from her sleeve and applied it to him.

"I got this from the royal doctor. Applying this to wounds won't leave scars."

The touch on his back was warm and itchy. Shen Jingyou moved subconsciously, but was held down again by Wen Ling.

"do not move!"

Shen Jingyou's cheeks flushed.

"How can you be so unreserved? You don't even know how to avoid suspicion or be shy when looking at a man's body."

Wen Ling snorted and laughed, "In my eyes, you're almost like my brother, not even an adult yet, so why should I be shy?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingyou was irritated and retorted in a low voice, "Who is your brother? Besides, I will be an adult soon."

"Oh, that's great."

Hearing the perfunctory tone, Shen Jingyou puffed out his cheeks, his long eyelashes drooped, and he felt a little depressed and uncomfortable in his heart. What's wrong with this woman? Why does she always want to recognize him as her brother?

She was only one year older than him.

The touch on his back was gentle, and the area where the medicine had been applied felt cool. The window beside him was open, and a familiar fragrance kept coming into his nostrils with the wind. Shen Jingyou felt that something was wrong with him, and his cheeks flushed.

Quickly bring up a topic to divert attention.

"Are the things you said to that old man today true?"

"What?"

"You said I wouldn't enter Qiyu Tower. Did you say that on purpose to help me or—"

Shen Jingyou didn't ask the rest of the question. The boy was still as awkward as ever. Wen Ling chuckled and spoke.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. If you want to go, just go."

Shen Jingyou was dissatisfied with this answer. He sat up and stared at Wen Ling.

"So you still think I'd go to that kind of place."

The boy looked at her fiercely, but Wen Ling felt that she saw the tension and grievance behind this superficial ferocity.

Do teenagers of this age care so much about what others think?

"I think you've misunderstood. Whether you go to Qiyulou or not, I won't have any opinion of you. I don't think people who go to places like that are necessarily playboys who only care about pursuing women. Going in there to listen to music and drink is also a kind of enjoyment."

Shen Jingyou's eyes lit up, and then he thought of something and looked away, speaking awkwardly.

"What if I go to that kind of place not only to listen to music and drink, but also for the girls there?"

Wen Ling closed the medicine bottle and looked at him with a hint of a smile, "That means there's a girl in there that suits the prince's taste. If the prince likes her, he doesn't have to worry about me. It's just a fake marriage anyway."

Hearing her nonchalant tone, Shen Jingyou opened his mouth to refute, but logically speaking, she was not wrong.

Isn't it what he wants that she doesn't interfere with him? Why is he feeling so depressed now? The boy seems to understand something, but it's not very clear.

Anyway, Shen Jingyou couldn't sleep that night, but Wen Ling had a good dream.

Usually when she woke up, Shen Jingyou had disappeared, but this time the boy was still sleeping soundly.

As soon as Wen Ling left the yard, someone came to report that Wen Li had arrived.

"You came later than I expected. It seems you still don't trust me."

Wen Ling lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea. The hot steam rising from the teacup obscured her expression, making it a little hazy, making it difficult to tell what was real.

Wen Li tightened her grip, looked at the servants around her, and said nothing.

Wen Ling waved her hand, and Yue Bai led everyone out of the house.

"After all, my relationship with my second sister isn't very good. If she suddenly offers a helping hand, I'll have to think twice."

Wen Ling remained noncommittal, "Then you've thought it through before coming to me."

Wen Li raised her eyes and stared at Wen Ling, "Then I need to hear the reasons why my sister wants to help me."

The teacup made a crisp sound when placed on the table, a small sound that seemed to strike at people's hearts.

"I want that spot."

Wen Ling's gaze was sharp, and Wen Li's heart couldn't help but tremble. This was definitely not her second sister who only knew how to enjoy herself and was short-sighted.

The thought in my mind was almost confirmed, except—

Wen Li chuckled, "I'm just an unpopular princess, how can I help my second sister?"

"But Xu Yan is a man of great talent. You and I both know that, don't we?"

Wen Ling smiled gently and poured her tea.

As expected, Wen Ling was also a reborn person like her.

"Now, the fight between the second and third brothers is getting more intense. The second brother is cruel and intolerant. If he becomes emperor, Daxuan will probably be finished. The court is full of treacherous officials. There is no place for Xu Yan. And third brother, Prime Minister Xu supports the second brother. If he becomes emperor, the Xu family will have the merit of following the dragon, and Xu Yan will have no chance of success."

"As for the other princes, you all know them well, without my having to explain. They either sided with the second brother or the third brother. Those who were ambitious and unwilling to submit to them were eliminated."

"As for Ah Xu, they simply felt that he was too young to pose a threat, and that our father's health had been failing for the past two years, and it looked like he didn't have many years left to live."

Wen Li had to admit that she was right. Furthermore, Wen Ling's disclosure of her ambitions gave her some leverage to put her mind at ease.

"Okay, I promise you, but not only will Xu Yan and I not get married, but I won't be able to do anything for you for a long time."

Wen Ling chuckled, "No need, I'm focused on the future."

After hearing this, Wen Li chuckled, "Second sister is confident in herself."