My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate! Chapter 150 - 70: The Last Day of the Month

"These days, just focus on recovering from your injuries here. I’ll have soone bring so food."

’Gurgle...’

Before hearing this, Su Qianyue didn’t feel anything, but once she heard it, her stomach suddenly growled. Only then did she feel the turmoil in her stomach and extre hunger.

Her face instantly turned crimson, and she buried her head into the pillow, mumbling awkwardly.

"Thank you..."

"No need."

Yun Wanchen replied indifferently, placing the dicine bottle on the table beside him and turned to walk outside.

The sound of footsteps grew fainter. Su Qianyue lifted her head from the pillow, looked toward the door, but her view was obstructed by a screen, and she could see nothing.

She bit her lip, feeling deeply uneasy.

She couldn’t imagine what trouble would ensue once her stepmother discovered her absence, and she just hoped it wouldn’t implicate the Princely Heir.

While her thoughts wandered aimlessly, the man in snowy white robes returned, carrying a long red wooden tray.

Standing by the bed, he pondered slightly before speaking softly, "Move the pillow."

"Oh."

Su Qianyue, not understanding, obediently tossed the pillow aside, then saw him bend slightly to place the red wooden tray on the bed!

Watching the spot where the pillow used to be turn into a place for simple porridge and side dishes, Su Qianyue was left stupefied.

"Eat like this, it’s okay if you accidentally dirty the bedding."

Yun Wanchen stood up, looked down at her gently, and said.

Su Qianyue: "..."

So, what exactly was her heart hoping for?

"Alright, thank you, Princely Heir."

She nodded; propped herself up with one arm, and held a porcelain spoon from the tray with the other. Though the position was a bit awkward, she could manage by herself.

Seeing that she could handle it, Yun Wanchen breathed a slight sigh of relief, stepped back to the nearby table, and picked up a book to read.

After she was done eating, he went over to retrieve the tray, and with a light glance, saw the bedside was spotless, not a grain of rice or drop of soup anywhere.

Placing the tray on the table, he returned once more, picked up the dicine bottle beside him, and looked at her with a calm expression.

"Ti to apply the dicine. Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help?"

At his words, Su Qianyue’s face instantly blushed. It was now she realized the pain from her wound wasn’t as severe as before she fainted, evidently, the dicine had been applied.

Then, who applied the dicine for her?

Could it be him?

She lowered her head and mustered the courage to stamr, "Princely Heir, have you seen my body? You have to take responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Yun Wanchen was slightly taken aback, but then his thin lips parted gently as he slowly spoke, "Okay!"

What????

Su Qianyue abruptly raised her head, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at him. Could she have misheard?

She actually heard him agree!!!

"So now, will you apply the dicine yourself, or should I help you?"

"Why?? Why did the Princely Heir take out of the Su Family? And why agree, agree to take responsibility?"

Moreover, during this ti, he had people deliver food to her every day...

Su Qianyue clenched her fists slightly, seeming as if she hadn’t heard his question, and asked him full of incomprehension.

"This matter was due to my oversight, which gave Madam Su an excuse to injure you. I should indeed take responsibility for you."

Initially, he rely saw her as too frail, as if a gust of wind could topple her, suffering long-term malnutrition. Rembering his younger sister’s tender words, his heart softened montarily, deciding to have people deliver food to her.

He hadn’t expected it would stir up such a disaster.

"No, it’s not the Princely Heir’s fault, I should be grateful to the Princely Heir for not letting go hungry those days."

His answer was reasonable yet unexpected. Su Qianyue couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or sothing else. She averted her gaze, mumbling a response.

He promised to take responsibility; she should be happy. No matter what, as long as she could see him every day, she should be happy. But the reality was, she didn’t seem able to feel joy.

This ti, Yun Wanchen applied the dicine as usual.

Many spots on her back were out of her reach. He had asked her the previous ti but only out of politeness, not intending to act without her consent.

In the blink of an eye, two more days passed.

In these two days, Haojing was in utter chaos.

Officials from the Pri Minister’s faction, including Pri Minister Han, encountered assassination attempts on their way ho after court sessions.

Fortunately, the Imperial City Guard arrived just in ti, allowing the officials to narrowly escape, unhard physically but greatly shaken ntally.

At the assassination scene, so guards found evidence pointing directly to the Grand Commandant Mansion.

Considering the fierce debate they had during the morning court session with the Grand Commandant’s faction, and the long-standing grievance between the parties, the officials were even more convinced that Su Jian, in humiliation and anger, resorted to such a violent thod to settle scores with them.