Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

When Feng Xiaolou heard this, her pupils shrank slightly, and an indescribable fear quietly grew in the depths of her eyes.

She spoke with a hoarse voice:

"Mother, please calm down. It's because your daughter didn't do well enough. Please give me some advice."

Lu Qingrong glanced at the wet nurse coldly. The wet nurse was frightened by her gaze and hurriedly handed over the white porcelain medicine jar in her hand.

The porcelain jar glowed coldly in the dim light in the room.

Lu Qingrong opened the white porcelain jar, stretched out her slender fingers to pick out a lump of transparent ointment, stood up and walked behind Feng Xiaolou, carefully applying the ointment on the red scars.

When the cold ointment touched his skin, Feng Xiaolou gritted his teeth and dared not move, allowing the chill to penetrate from the surface of his skin into his bones.

A chill came from the wrist, and translucent green scales faintly appeared on Feng Xiaolou's crystal-like wrist.

She lowered her eyes and took a look, then held her breath and did not move, and the scales disappeared in an instant.

Lu Qingrong applied ointment on her back several times, and the red marks caused by the beatings with the ruler healed visibly and looked no different from other skin.

Lu Qingrong straightened up and said with satisfaction:

"Okay, get dressed and get up."

The wet nurse quickly put a coat on Feng Xiaolou and helped her up to lean on her shoulders.

Lu Qingrong reached out her hand and gently touched Feng Xiaolou's face, then lifted a strand of hair that hung down from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. Looking at this face that was similar to hers but so young, she said quietly:

"I carefully wove your life story and found one helper after another for you, not for you to just sit in the house and wait for the result."

"You and Yue Ran are in a situation of mutual decline. If she doesn't die, you will have a hard time. Do you understand?"

Feng Xiaolou's body trembled slightly.

She raised her eyes to meet Lu Qingrong's gaze, and mustered up her courage and said:

"Now that my daughter's life story has been exposed in public by Yue Ran, mother, what should I do from now on?"

Lu Qingrong frowned slightly and looked at the golden light shield in the sky outside the window:

"It's okay. Mother has been a mistress for twenty years. She has to bear all the bad reputation for you."

"In front of Chu Hantian and Yue Zihuan, you just need to say that you don't know anything."

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her lips.

The men she chose for her daughter all had the same problem. They didn't like women who were too strong. They preferred women who were smart but weak, considerate and loyal, and intimate but wouldn't break that line of defense.

The daughter I raised personally possesses these characteristics.

What's more, their daughter is useful to them.

Men's emotions are unreliable, and the real reason why Feng Xiaolou makes them unable to stop is to seize their inner ambitions and act accordingly.

There was another knock on the door of the mansion, and the servant came running back to report:

"Madam, Miss, the Crown Prince is here."

Lu Qingrong winked at Feng Xiaolou, who understood what she meant. His eyes suddenly turned red, he bit his lip a little, and walked out looking pitiful.

Chu Hantian stood in the yard wearing a dark fox fur coat, looking at Feng Xiaolou walking towards him, his face difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

The girl in men's clothing, who has always been indifferent and non-competitive, looks particularly fragile today. There are traces of tears in her watery eyes, her nose is slightly red, and her lips are still stubbornly pursed.

Chu Hantian really wanted to know how she planned to explain it to him.

Feng Xiaolou walked up to Chu Hantian, her bright red lips stammered for a moment, and finally she straightened her back, knelt in front of him and closed her eyes:

"Xiao Lou has betrayed your Highness' trust. This crime is unforgivable. I beg your Highness to grant me death!"

The wet nurse who was hiding nearby rushed out crying and hugged Feng Xiaolou:

"No! Your Highness, our young lady knows nothing. It's the Madam..."

Feng Xiaolou shouted:

"Nurse, be careful with what you say! Everything my mother does is for me, you must not involve her in this anymore!"

The wet nurse covered her mouth, hugged Feng Xiaolou tightly and cried bitterly.

Chu Hantian raised his eyes and looked at the inner courtyard which had been quiet from beginning to end, his eyes were cold:

"Madam, at this point, it's not appropriate for you to still hide behind Xiaolou, right?"

Chu Hantian’s patience with Feng Xiaolou does not mean he has patience with Lu Qingrong.

From the inner courtyard came the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and breaking.

Then Lu Qingrong hurriedly walked out, glared at Feng Xiaolou, and knelt down with red eyes:

"Your Highness, I have no other intentions. I just hope that my little brother-in-law can live a better life. My brother-in-law's health has been getting worse over the years. I thought that he would not live long anyway, so I had this evil thought. I just hope that my little brother-in-law can have a more noble status."

She kowtowed to Chu Hantian repeatedly:

"Please forgive me, Your Highness. I will never do it again!"

Chu Hantian looked at Lu Qingrong coldly, his eyes full of disgust.

How could a daughter of the Lu family be of such a character?

His eyes returned to Feng Xiaolou, who was kneeling and biting her lips without saying a word. Seeing that her lips were bleeding, the softest part of his heart couldn't help but feel a pain.

Forget it, who can choose his own mother?

Chu Hantian took a step forward, took Feng Xiaolou's hand and pulled her into his arms. He reached out and touched the scratch on her lip, frowning with heartache:

"If you have any pain in your heart, just tell me directly. Why hurt yourself like this? Am I such an unreasonable person in your mind?"

Feng Xiaolou slowly raised his eyes, tears inadvertently falling onto Chu Hantian's palm, making his heart soften even more.

"I'm sorry..." Feng Xiaolou said with a sob.

Chu Hantian shook his head:

"There's no need to say sorry for the affection between you and me. As long as you stay by my side in the future, that's enough."

As he spoke, he took Feng Xiaolou's hand and went straight to the front hall, leaving Lu Qingrong far behind.

Lu Qingrong kept her forehead pressed against the ground for a long time until all of Chu Hantian's men in the courtyard left. Then she stood up, and the flattery and panic on her face disappeared completely.

At the same time, the letter that Feng Xiaolou had sent finally arrived in the hands of Lu Changhuai, the patriarch of the Lu family.

When he saw the handwriting on the envelope, his brows tightened.

After opening the letter, Lu Changhuai quickly read through the densely packed accusations against Yue Ran, his face as gloomy as water.

There was a knock on the study door, and then two middle-aged men with elegant and handsome faces who looked 50% similar to him came in.

The man walking in front had an angry look on his face, while the man following behind him had a kinder look in his eyes, but he also clenched his back teeth.

They are his second brother Lu Changqing, and his fourth brother Lu Changfu.

"Brother, there have been rumors about Ranran everywhere in Xiling recently. Have you heard about it too?" Lu Changqing asked before he sat down.

Lu Changfu's eyes were full of suspicion: "The rumors came so fiercely, someone must have done it deliberately."

Lu Changhuai coughed lightly and handed the letter to his two younger brothers.

Lu Changqing took the letter and became more and more angry the more he read it. Finally, he reached out to tear up the letter:

"I've long disliked Yue Zihuan. It's fine that he imitates big brother in everything, but he actually dared to write a letter to force big brother to rebuke Ranran in public?"

"Who does he think he is?"

"Who wants such a cheap nephew?"