My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate!

Strawberry mark???

What is that?

Both of them were confused.

But when Yun Zhan saw the purplish mark on Yin Shuang’s neck, hidden by the collar, he suddenly understood and felt his face heat up.

So, it’s a kiss mark?

The scene from last night involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he silently cursed himself as a beast.

It’s all his fault, kissing too hard, leaving such a serious mark. If it weren’t for Ningning, he wouldn’t have even noticed.

Lady Yun quickly realized as well, teasing Yun Zhan with a smile.

Tsk, Seventh’s progress is quite good, it seems like after New Year’s, we can have another wedding in the family, how wonderful.

Yun Zhan: "..."

Luckily, he’s thick-skinned; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand such teasing from his sister-in-law.

This silent interaction between the uncle and sister-in-law naturally didn’t escape Yin Shuang’s notice.

Yin Shuang couldn’t hear Yun Wanqing’s thoughts, but she knew the little mischievous one had pulled down her collar.

Thinking of the intentionally concealed mark on her neck, her gaze flickered slightly.

So, these two suddenly became weird because they saw the mark on her neck?

Understanding this, Yin Shuang raised an eyebrow, utterly unashamed and relaxed.

Meanwhile, Yun Wanqing was still seriously examining the kiss mark on her neck.

[In the plot, at this stage, Sister Yin Shuang is still in her unrequited love phase, and she only has Seventh in her heart, so it absolutely couldn’t be someone else who kissed her.]

[So??? Could it be???]

Yun Wanqing suddenly widened her eyes, turning her head in shock to look at Yun Zhan.

Fortunately, her face wasn’t turned towards Yin Shuang at this moment, or Yin Shuang might have been startled by her expression.

[Is the strawberry mark on Sister Yin Shuang’s neck planted by Seventh Uncle?]

[Oh dear, when did Seventh Uncle sneakily get together with Sister Yin Shuang behind my back?]

[Ahhhh, this butterfly effect is truly strong.]

[Once the earlier plot collapses, the later plot can’t help but be affected, leading to everything falling apart.]

[Now, the plot is completely broken, unrecognizable, even Seventh Uncle’s villainous emotions have awakened several years earlier.]

[This is indeed a great thing, but Seventh Uncle, since you’ve already been with Sister Yin Shuang, why didn’t you tell me?]

[I’ve been eagerly hoping for you two to be together every day, just waiting to ship the CP, yet you were hiding a secret relationship from me...]

[If I hadn’t discovered the strawberry mark on Sister Yin Shuang’s neck today, who knows how long you two would have kept it from me.]

Lady Yun: "..."

Yun Zhan: "..."

Oh, exposed.

Nobody expected that the way it’d be exposed was through the kiss mark on Yin Shuang’s neck.

The uncle and sister-in-law couldn’t help but laugh.

Yun Zhan pretended not to hear the little one’s thoughts, fearing that his own micro-expressions would give away more, and gently pinched her cheek, changing the topic.

"What’s Ningning staring at Seventh Uncle for? Want Seventh Uncle to hold you? Come, let Seventh Uncle hold you."

He extended his arms, but Yun Wanqing immediately clung tightly to Yin Shuang’s neck, making a refusing gesture.

[No way, I’m looking at Seventh Uncle to show displeasure for hiding his relationship from me.]

[Seventh Uncle better not hug me. I want Sister Yin Shuang to hug me; Sister Yin Shuang smells so nice, a crisp sweet scent like ice cream.]

[Mm, I haven’t eaten ice cream in so long, smelling Sister Yin Shuang makes me want to lick her, boo hoo hoo...]

Thinking of all kinds of delicious ice cream, Yun Wanqing was almost salivating.

Lady Yun: "..."

Yun Zhan: "..."

"Ningning seems to understand you."

He just said he wanted to hold the little one, and she immediately clung tightly to her.

Yin Shuang looked at Yun Zhan in surprise, and Yun Zhan raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly.

"I think so too. But, compared to me, Ningning seems to like you more, alas, I’m really heartbroken."

[Saying you’re heartbroken, but you haven’t stopped smiling. From what I see, you’re actually delighted that I like your wife.]

Relying on the fact that no one could hear, Yun Wanqing bluntly exposed him.

The smile on Yun Zhan’s face froze for a moment.

Wife???

What is that?

Is it supposed to mean Lady?

And Lady Yun, from earlier till now, hasn’t stopped covering her mouth with laughter.

Mm, Ningning is really too amusing.

After dinner.

Yun Zhan and Yin Shuang went back together, Lady Yun pulled Yun Zheng to discuss their wedding.

And Yun Wanqing was being watched over by Yun Rui.

She initially wanted to cultivate her spiritual power, but unfortunately, Yun Rui wouldn’t let her and insisted on sharing stories from the academy and the tutor beside her.

The little one had a knack for storytelling; even the most mundane daily topics became much more interesting once told by him.

Yun Wanqing listened and slowly became immersed, finding it quite interesting.

Meanwhile.

Outside the palace gates, a wide purple sandalwood carved carriage slowly came to a stop.

The young man at the front curled his finger and tapped on the carriage wall, saying nonchalantly, "We’ve arrived. You sit tight, and I’ll have someone go into the palace to inform the Emperor."

"Wait..."

A faint voice came from inside the carriage, and the young man’s eyebrow twitched slightly, stopping his movements to get down.

In the next moment, the curtain was lifted, revealing a small glimpse of an elegant and otherworldly face.

Yun Wanyao clutched the curtain tightly, her eyes quickly glancing at the high palace walls not far away, then pitifully looking at him, eyes filled with tension.

"I, I’m not ready yet."

Actually, to be precise, she couldn’t help but feel nervous again, couldn’t help but start considering retreating.

She was truly crazy to agree to such an absurd and frightening thing.

"Heh, it’s not that you’re not ready, you just want to back out again, don’t you?"

Yun Wanye saw right through her thoughts, and his face darkened, threatening in a steady voice.

"Yun Wanyao, I gave you a chance to back out before, but you insisted on doing it. Now there’s no way you can turn back."

"I’m warning you, you’d better adjust your mindset and come with me, or else I will definitely drag you in by force. You won’t escape today’s situation for sure."

"And if I do use force, I won’t even give you half a silver afterward."

"Think carefully whether you want to do this voluntarily or wait for me to drag you in."

Yun Wanyao: "..."

She sniffed, about to cry, and said aggrievedly, "But I’m scared, I’m afraid I’ll mess it up."

She thought she could do it, but who knew that along the way, her nerves were on high alert and never relaxed, and the closer she got to the Imperial Palace, the more scared she became.

Just thinking about what’s next made her legs weak. How could she possibly act?

Yun Wanye was almost infuriated by her cowardly appearance.

"What are you afraid of? The Emperor won’t eat you. Once we’re in the palace, I’ll drink with the Emperor, and you can take a sip, pretending to be drunk, can’t you?"

"If things go wrong, just blame everything on the wine. Let the wine take the fall. If you can’t even do that, you’re hopeless."

Yun Wanyao: "..."

"Enough with the nonsense, sit tight in the carriage, I’ll go find someone to relay the message."

With those words, the young man gracefully jumped off the carriage and headed towards the palace gates.

Watching his back, Yun Wanyao was tempted to abandon the carriage and flee, but when she thought of the distance between the palace and the Yun Family, she forced herself to stay put.

It’s so late; what if something happened if she ran off recklessly?

In the Imperial Study, the lights were bright.

In front of the wide study desk, besides the neatly arranged four treasures of the study, there was only a mountain of memorials.

Mo Yuanlin was still wearing his Dragon Robe from the morning court and was meticulously reviewing the memorials.

At this moment, a small and thin Little Eunuch entered through the open palace doors and gestured to Eunuch Feng, the Grand Steward serving beside the Emperor.

Eunuch Feng set down the ink stick he was holding and walked over with light steps. The Little Eunuch immediately leaned in and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening, Eunuch Feng nodded, waved the Little Eunuch away, and then walked up to Mo Yuanlin.

"Your Majesty, Commander Yao, who is on duty at the palace gates, has sent word that the Second Young Master Yun from Duke Ning Mansion and Miss Yun seek an audience with the Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuanlin’s eyebrows moved slightly. Then he set down the memorial in his hand and looked at Eunuch Feng uncertainly.

"Say that again? Who wishes to see Us?"

"In response, Your Majesty, it is the Second Young Master Yun and Miss Yun from Duke Ning Mansion."

Normally, when Eunuch Feng relayed a message, Mo Yuanlin would not ask twice, so when he heard Mo Yuanlin asking a second time, Eunuch Feng was very surprised in his heart.

But he was experienced, and nothing showed on his face.

’Snap...’

The pen in Mo Yuanlin’s hand fell to the ground. Hearing the sound, Eunuch Feng cautiously lifted his eyelids and saw an unusual expression on his face.

It was indescribable but certainly not normal, and Eunuch Feng was curious, about to step forward to pick up the pen, when he heard him speak.

"Eunuch Feng, go and invite them in."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

His voice was a bit urgent, and Eunuch Feng had to momentarily give up on picking up the pen, suppress his curiosity, and turn to head to the palace gate to receive them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted his leg, Mo Yuanlin rose from his chair.

The man stepped down the stairs in a few strides, saying as he went, "Forget it, We will go with you."

Eunuch Feng: "???"

Could it be that the Emperor was being impersonated?

This wasn’t the first time Second Young Master Yun visited the palace, and never before had the Emperor personally gone to receive him. Why the sudden change today?

The memorials weren’t even finished, and yet the Emperor was personally going to greet them?

What rank is this Second Young Master Yun to merit the Emperor’s personal reception?

"Why are you standing there? Hurry and follow."

Mo Yuanlin walked a few steps, looked back, and saw his Grand Steward standing like a wooden stake, not moving, and couldn’t help but call out to him.

When he called, Eunuch Feng immediately came to his senses, frustratingly gave himself a light slap on the face, and then quickly followed.

"Yes, Your Majesty, calm your anger. This old servant is coming."

At the palace gates.

With the Emperor arriving in person, the guards saluted in unison, alerting Yun Wanye and Yun Wanyao nearby.