Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1670: Lord Qiansui (22)

The wound on Yin Shen’s hand is on the palm, likely cut by porcelain, not deep but long, almost stretching across the entire palm, with fresh blood seeping out.

"Do you have any medicine?"

Yin Shen called for someone to bring the medicine over.

The palace attendant brought the items in, didn’t dare look at the people in the room, and soon left.

Chuzheng began to clean his wound.

"Hiss..."

When disinfecting, Yin Shen flinched his hand back from the pain.

Chuzheng pressed his wrist, "Don’t move."

Chuzheng paused for a moment, asking him, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Yin Shen originally intended to say it wasn’t a problem, but swallowed his words and nodded, "Mm."

"Hang in there."

"..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Chuzheng quickly bandaged him up, tossed the items aside, and wiped her hands with the nearby napkin.

"Be more careful next time, don’t injure yourself." Chuzheng’s tone still had no fluctuations, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Miss Chuzheng, are you worried about me?" Yin Shen glanced at his bandaged hand, and asked her quietly.

"Worried?" Chuzheng discarded the napkin in her hand, looked up at him, and said slowly, "Think what you like."

Yin Shen: "..."

Chuzheng didn’t ask why he was so furious, nor did Yin Shen attempt an explanation.

Yin Shen took Chuzheng for breakfast.

He had just thrown a tantrum; normally, he would remain sullen all day.

Today, only a short while later, there was already a smile on his face, making the attendants all tremble.

Has Lord Thousand Years’ temper upgraded again?

They truly admired that girl accompanying Lord Thousand Years; isn’t she afraid?

The breakfast was gradually laid out on the table, almost nowhere left to place anything else.

"Do you really need to eat this much?" Is the Good Person Card a pig?

"I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I had them make a portion of everything." Yin Shen said, "Just choose what you like to eat."

"I can eat anything, no need for so much." The Good Person Card needs pampering, she doesn’t.

Yin Shen smiled: "Alright."

Everyone: "..."

Oh my!

Lord Thousand Years’ smile is terrifying!

Chuzheng ate on her own, with Yin Shen opposite, his right hand injured, struggling to hold chopsticks with his left.

Chuzheng glanced up at him, Yin Shen seemed awkwardly helpless and laid his hands out.

Chuzheng watched him, unmoved.

[Missy, do you know what you should be doing now?]

Doing what? Help him eat?

[Feed him.]

...Doesn’t he have hands?

[Good Person Card is injured, you know!!]

Chuzheng: "..."

Being injured is such a big deal!

I’m injured too!

[Missy, you should show your caring and gentle side now, and actively feed him.]

Chuzheng: "..."

Fine.

Chuzheng lowered her head and continued to drink porridge.

[...] Told you so clearly, why are you still eating by yourself?

Chuzheng, annoyed by the King’s Account’s nagging, slammed her chopsticks down.

I can’t feed him on an empty stomach, right? Can’t I eat my fill first?

[...]

Chuzheng sternly moved over, holding the bowl and feeding Yin Shen.

Chuzheng fed him rather quickly, Yin Shen had to swallow fast, and the rush of red on his fair face made him seem particularly appealing.

Chuzheng’s eyes narrowed; she would need to think of a way...

"Cough cough..."

Yin Shen suddenly choked.

Chuzheng suppressed those messy thoughts, freed a hand to pat his back.

The palace attendants in the distance were collectively horrified; they seemed to envision Yin Shen raging.

However, the imagined scene didn’t occur, Chuzheng patted Yin Shen’s back several times, and Yin Shen just lightly coughed with his uninjured hand against his lips, allowing Chuzheng to pat his back.

"..."

All of a sudden, it felt even scarier.

-

The following three meals a day, Yin Shen took advantage of his injured hand to have Chuzheng feed him.

Chuzheng, irritated, "You have so many people serving, why me?"

"Miss Chuzheng finds it bothersome?" Yin Shen instantly showed a despondent expression: "Then I’ll eat by myself."

Saying this, he awkwardly tried to grab the chopsticks and began picking at the dishes.

Chuzheng watched him fail to pick up anything several times, spoke sternly, "Give them to me."

"Don’t trouble Miss Chuzheng." Yin Shen continued contending with the dishes, just about to manage when his fingers shook, and the food fell directly onto the table.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng promptly snatched the chopsticks.

If you weren’t the Good Person Card, I would’ve hit you by now.

I endure!

I’ll eventually reclaim interest.

Just wait!

You’ll have your comeuppance!

"Miss Chuzheng doesn’t find it bothersome?"

"Weren’t you supposed to eat without talking?" Chuzheng retorted in a single sentence.

Yin Shen: "..."

After feeding him, she seemed displeased and walked away instantly.

Yin Shen sat there alone, pondering something, for a long time before heading to a newly arranged study.

Yin Shen held the pen with his left hand, effortlessly reviewing piled-up memorials, and the handwriting was almost indistinguishable from his right hand.

"Sir, this memorial?"

The nearby organizing palace attendant handed over a memorial.

Yin Shen glanced over it, "Burn it."

"Sir, the matter about Miss Chuzheng cannot be concealed; it will eventually reach Your Majesty." The palace attendant cautiously said.

"Indeed." Yin Shen tapped his fingers a few times on the open memorial, a dangerous curve appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Need to think of a way to shut them up, right?"

"..."

-

Chuzheng stayed in the palace for several days, but there was no movement outside.

She paid to have someone inquire, confirming there were no rumors about her outside.

Thinking about her current predicament that prevents her from leaving... Chuzheng could approximately surmise, the Good Person Card’s boldness imprisoned her here.

Tsk.

Not bad.

I haven’t made a move yet; you’ve already pulled this one.

When the time comes to act, there’s no need to find a reason, as the Good Person Card struck first.

[...]

Chuzheng got a letter sent out, but the palace attendants, afraid, dared not.

Yet eventually, someone, swayed by money, helped Chuzheng send the letter.

The letter reached Jin Zhi; she was contemplating whether to enter the palace to rescue Chuzheng, and how to calculate the money... The letter arrived.

Inside the envelope was a pile of silver notes, along with a very brief letter.

Jin Zhi read it and immediately burned it, counted the silver notes several times, then tucked them into her pocket, to assist Chuzheng.

-

Lately, Zhu Dongfeng was ordered by Father Zhu to remain at home, not go out.

The calmness outside had Zhu Dongfeng feeling agitated.

Several times he sought Father Zhu, asking how to handle matters regarding Chuzheng, yet Father Zhu told him to ignore it.

Now Chuzheng was with Yin Shen; what could Father Zhu do? Enter and snatch Chuzheng away from Yin Shen?

Frustrated, Zhu Dongfeng could only drown his sorrows with his few foxy friends.

"Zhu brother, what’s up lately?" The foxy friends puzzled over Zhu Dongfeng’s recent behavior, far from the handsome and charming Lord Zhu before.

"It’s just..."

Suddenly Zhu Dongfeng’s mind became alert.

"...My dad." Zhu Dongfeng dodged around, pinning a blame on Father Zhu, and vented a bit.

These young scions, despite currently holding positions,

when the old folks at home haven’t stepped down, they’re honestly still kids, having to obey whatever they say.

Everyone related, joining Zhu Dongfeng in complaining about their unfortunate plights.