Chapter 117: Lush Greenery, Healing Right in Front of the Divine Beauty, Please Wait a Little Longer, Martial Niece (2)
Su Qing lay on the bed, pale-faced, looking like he had lost too much blood.
Meanwhile, Martial Aunt's face was flushed, as if she had overexerted herself.
In an instant, the divine beauty's mind filled in the blanks—
Her martial aunt had clearly worked tirelessly to treat Su Qing's internal injuries, and he must have coughed up a lot of clotted blood.
Yes, that fragrance was clearly to cover up the scent of blood—perfectly reasonable!
To her credit, the deductive genius Sherlock Xueyi wasn't too far off—
At least one of the two had indeed bled.
"Xueyi..."
Yun Rong forced a strained smile, trying to stand up.
She was truly struggling. After all, even she felt guilty about what they'd just done.
But clearly, what she needed most right now was rest.
The moment her foot touched the ground, her legs buckled, and she stumbled forward.
Su Qing lay there, speechless.
He'd already warned her to stay in bed—why didn't she listen?
Ye Xueyi quickly caught her, her reflexes sharp.
The moment they made contact, she could immediately feel how weak her martial aunt was.
"Aunt Yun, you're not looking well—you should rest soon."
"I came by carriage, so I'll leave it for you. Don't worry about anything here."
"Su Qing is my partner—I'll take care of him."
Ye Xueyi's voice was full of concern.
On the surface, it sounded caring—but to Yun Rong's ears, it was unbearably grating.
She had already given everything to Su Qing—she only wanted to stay with him.
And yet her martial niece—
Not only had she barged in uninvited, now she was acting like she was the mistress here?
That was going too far!
"Martial Niece, there's no need for that. I can recover just fine if I stay here."
"Besides, you're already someone's wife now—it wouldn't be appropriate for you to take care of him."
Yun Rong's voice carried a trace of displeasure.
She knew the marriage was fake, but she couldn't shake the feeling that her martial niece's intentions weren't pure.
Either way, she had no intention of handing over this private time to anyone else.
"Martial Aunt, what are you even saying?"
"You know perfectly well that my marriage is just for show."
"And if we're talking about propriety, aren't you also officially a concubine of Prince Qi? Wouldn't it be just as inappropriate for you?"
"If Prince Qi asks, you'll have trouble explaining—better to let me handle this."
There was a faint trace of irritation in Ye Xueyi's voice.
Even she didn't understand why she felt this way toward Yun Rong.
She knew it was improper—but when it came to Su Qing, she couldn't bring herself to back down.
That feeling—Ye Xueyi, being the tsundere she was, convinced herself that she was only trying to protect her martial aunt from falling into evil hands.
"Prince Qi has no control over my actions—we've barely even spoken to each other."
"It's far more appropriate for me to stay here. If you stayed, people would gossip."
Yun Rong maintained her gentle smile, but her words left no room for compromise.
Su Qing: "..."
Lying in bed, Su Qing felt utterly exhausted.
This atmosphere—wasn't this a textbook love rivalry scene?
But under normal circumstances, shouldn't he be basking in the tender care of his big sister right now?
Three monks draw no water—the more people involved, the messier things got.
Fortunately, when it came to these two, he was still in complete control.
Otherwise, they'd already be demanding him to choose who stayed.
Even so, there wasn't much he could do. Silence was the safest option.
He closed his eyes peacefully, perfectly playing the role of the weak patient.
The two women's debate continued.
Though calling it a "debate" might be too strong—
They were both carefully holding back, avoiding any truly harsh words.
The atmosphere was growing increasingly tense, yet neither showed any intention of leaving.
Su Qing even suspected that if this dragged on, they might actually start arguing.
And he—
Would end up being the bastard who made his martial aunt and niece fight.
What a mess!
Just then, the door creaked open.
With the sound of the door came a faint fragrance.
Su Qing immediately opened his eyes, along with the other two women, all turning to see who it was.
The true leading lady had arrived—backlit by the afternoon sun.
"Whew… so hot, so hot! Su Qing, I made this special soup just for you!"
Gu Qingzhou carried a large clay pot, his bright, sunny smile filling the room.
After politely greeting Ye Xueyi, he placed the pot on the table.
As the lid was lifted, a pleasant fragrance filled the room.
"You… why are you here?"
Ye Xueyi's eyes were filled with shock she couldn't hide.
"Well... not long ago, I was cleaning the courtyard and overheard your conversation."
"She said Brother Su was injured, and no matter how you look at it, I should come and check on him."
"It just took me a bit longer because I was making congee."
Gu Qingzhou explained somewhat sheepishly.
He truly hadn't eavesdropped on purpose—it's just that neither of them had bothered keeping their voices down.
"You… he really is your beloved, isn't he?"
Ye Xueyi forcibly held back her anger.
When she first heard the news, she'd hesitated before coming over, which delayed her.
But not long after she arrived, Gu Qingzhou was already here with a pot of soup.
In other words—he didn't even doubt the news for a second before rushing to cook something for Su Qing!
"What are you talking about? I just wanted to check on Brother Su, that's all!"
Gu Qingzhou said in a flustered voice, clearly embarrassed.
"Did you ever stop to think that my injury might be fake?"
Su Qing felt a bit touched and asked.
"If it's fake, that would be even better. I'd rather it be fake."
"Brother Su, have some of my cooking. I'm quite confident in my culinary skills."
Gu Qingzhou spoke cheerfully while unpacking a set of dishes and utensils from his bag.
He was well-prepared, ensuring there was enough for everyone.
The way he bustled about made him look just like a dedicated housewife.
As for being called Su Qing's "beloved," he pretended not to hear it.
He simply did what he could. As long as everyone was happy, wasn't that enough?
It was obvious—this live-in son-in-law had no sense for reading the room.
Su Qing glanced at Ye Xueyi and Yun Rong—both of whom had faint traces of irritation on their faces—and nearly burst out laughing.
This timely arrival of his good buddy had smoothly broken the deadlock—and even brought delicious food.
How touching!
If only Gu Qingzhou were a girl… how perfect would that be?
As Gu Qingzhou was serving the soup, he accidentally met his fairy-like wife's gaze.
There was a flicker of undisguised anger in her eyes.
That made the son-in-law nervous.
Did I come at the wrong time?