Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Chapter 310 The Unspoken Confession

In a corner of the bustling capital, the Shi Mansion stands serene and imposing. Twilight, like a thick piece of silk, slowly unfolds, shrouding this deep mansion in a veil of mystery.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night. Several figures stumbled through the corridor, and the group hurriedly helped the injured Lin Yiyu back to his room.

"Quick, open the door!"

Shuying's voice carried a hint of anxiety, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead in the dim candlelight.

Shi Wanxia was already waiting in the room. When she saw Lin Yiyu being helped in, her heart clenched.

The once spirited and upright young man was now pale, his lips bloodless, and his clothes stained with blood, looking utterly disheveled.

"Put him on the bed."

Shi Wanxia tried to remain calm, but her voice trembled slightly.

She took the medicine box from Shuying, took a deep breath, and was about to start taking off Lin Yiyu's clothes.

Lin Yiyu's eyes, which were originally half-closed, opened instantly after sensing Shi Wanxia's movement.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, like that of a startled fawn.

He hurriedly and awkwardly pulled his outer garment tighter, his eyes darting around, somewhat hesitant.

Shi Wanxia was taken aback by his sudden action, her hand frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to go forward or backward.

She frowned slightly and said softly, "How can I treat the wound if I don't take off my clothes? Don't move around, or the wound will reopen."

Lin Yiyu's cheeks were slightly flushed, which was clearly visible even in the dim light.

He stammered, "I...I can do it myself." His voice was so soft it was barely audible.

Looking at his stubborn expression, Shi Wanxia felt both amused and annoyed. She pretended to be angry and said, "What time is it? You still care about these things?"

"If you could treat your wound yourself, would we be in such a hurry?"

Lin Yiyu bit his lip, his eyes filled with conflict. His gaze shifted between Shi Wanxia and Shuying before he finally slowly loosened his grip on his outer robe.

Seeing this, Shi Wanxia sighed softly and gently helped him unbutton his outer robe.

She was careful with every movement, afraid of hurting him.

When his outer garment slipped off, revealing his lean but wound-covered chest, Shi Wanxia's breath hitched.

The wounds varied in depth, and some were still bleeding, a truly shocking sight.

"How could he be injured like this..."

Shi Wanxia murmured to herself, her voice full of heartache.

She picked up a damp cloth and gently wiped the blood around the wound, her movements as delicate as if she were handling a rare treasure.

Lin Yiyu lay quietly on the bed, his eyes fixed on the top of the tent.

He could feel the warmth of Shi Wanxia's fingertips, a warmth that seeped through the wound and gradually spread throughout his body.

His heart began to race, and his breathing became rapid.

He glanced at Shi Wanxia discreetly and saw that her brows were furrowed, her eyes were focused and serious, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids.

"Does it hurt?" Shi Wanxia noticed Lin Yiyu's unusual behavior and looked up to ask.

Lin Yiyu hurriedly looked away and stammered, "No...it doesn't hurt."

Seeing his stubbornness, Shi Wanxia couldn't help but smile: "Don't force yourself. If it hurts, just say so, and I'll be gentler."

With Shi Wanxia's careful treatment, Lin Yiyu's wound was finally bandaged.

Shi Wanxia stood up and breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, the wound has been treated. You should rest well and avoid moving around too much these next few days to prevent the wound from reopening."

Lin Yiyu sat up, looked at Shi Wanxia, ​​and said with gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you, Sister Shi."

Shi Wanxia waved her hand: "No need to thank me, we are friends, this is what I should do."

Shuying watched the two of them from the side, a meaningful smile appearing on her lips: "Alright, Young Master Lin, you must be hungry too. I'll go out first and go to the kitchen to make you something to eat. You should rest well."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room.

Only Lin Yiyu, Shi Wanxia, ​​Cui Zhihao, and the others remained in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Lin Yiyu lowered his head, his fingers nervously twisting the corner of the blanket, as if he had something to say but didn't know how to start.

Shi Wanxia also noticed the strange atmosphere. She walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and a breeze brought a touch of coolness.

"The moon is beautiful tonight," she said softly, trying to break the awkward silence.

Lin Yiyu stood up, walked to her side, and followed her gaze to the window.

The moon is exceptionally bright tonight, casting a silvery glow that drapes the entire courtyard in a dreamy veil.

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” he agreed, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness.

Shi Wanxia and Cui Zhihao stood quietly by the window, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

The moonlight cast long, intertwined shadows of them.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and all worries and fatigue were thrown to the winds.

After an unknown amount of time, Shi Wanxia broke the silence: "You should rest well, I should go back too."

"Brother Cui, let's go out first!"

Cui Zhihao remained calm, gazing tenderly at Shi Wanxia.

"Okay, let's go out first!"

Lin Yiyu turned her head and looked at her: "Sister Shi, could you... stay with me a little longer?" There was a hint of pleading in her voice.

Shi Wanxia was slightly taken aback. Looking at Lin Yiyu's expectant eyes, her heart softened: "Okay."

The two returned to the bedside. Shi Wanxia sat on a chair by the bed, while Lin Yiyu leaned against the headboard.

They started chatting about trivial things, from childhood anecdotes to the prosperity of the capital, from poetry and songs to life ideals.

Before they knew it, the night had deepened. Lin Yiyu had fallen asleep at some point, but Cui Zhihao and Shi Wanxia were wide awake, as if they had endless things to talk about.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and Shi Wanxia couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing this, Choi Ji-ho quickly picked up a blanket from the side and gently draped it over her: "Be careful not to catch a cold."

Shi Wanxia looked up at him, her eyes filled with emotion.

In that instant, their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze.

They looked at each other quietly, as if the whole world consisted only of the two of them.

Choi Ji-ho's heart beat faster and faster, and a feeling he had never experienced before quietly spread in his heart.

He slowly reached out and gently grasped Shi Wanxia's hand: "Miss Shi, actually I..."

Just as he was about to speak his mind, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

The two hurriedly separated, and Shi Wanxia stood up, straightened her clothes, and looked somewhat flustered.

The door was pushed open, and Shuying walked in: "Sister Shi, Young Master Cui, are Young Master Lin asleep? I just made some porridge, you can have some too!"

Cui Zhihao looked at Shuying, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes: "Alright, Miss Shi, let's go together!"

Shi Wanxia forced a calm smile and said, "I'm not hungry yet, Brother Cui, you go ahead! I'll go back to my room first."

After saying that, he hurriedly left the room.

Cui Zhihao watched Shi Wanxia's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that some things could only be kept in his heart.

Outside the window, the moonlight remained gentle and soft, as if telling an unfinished story.