Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

The slap came without warning, with great force. The nails scratched the skin, leaving a clear mark on Jiang Chuchu's fair cheek. Tiny beads of blood emerged, staining Jiang Chuchu's hands.

"what!"

Screams rang out, and the master and servant were in chaos. God knows, Jiang Chuchu cherished her face the most. She was only focused on treating the wound without leaving scars, and didn't even care about finding anyone responsible.

Jiang Chuchu hurriedly wrapped the wound with a silk scarf, then looked up at Jiang Lige.

Jiang Lige stood in front of him with her arms folded, dressed exquisitely and with proper makeup. The golden hairpin in her hair shone brightly under the sunlight, making her eyes hurt.

Compared to myself sitting on the ground, covered in blood, I looked like a pug wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

This realization deeply hurt Jiang Chuchu. She covered her face with her hands, her eyes red as she softly complained, "I don't know how Chuchu offended my sister to make her so angry?"

"Jiang Chuchu, I think I've treated you well, so why are you trying so hard to kill me?"

"Sister, what do you mean by this? Chuchu doesn't understand."

"Jiang Chuchu, I gave you a chance."

Jiang Lige seemed to have seen something dirty and stopped looking at Jiang Chuchu. Then she took out a stack of papers from her body and threw them up with all her strength.

Then, she smiled arrogantly amidst the flying charges of crime.

"Jiang Chuchu, is this your way of repaying me? You teamed up with Bai Fenglin to trick Feng Yu out as bait and lure me over. Then you stole my life and replaced him with someone else?"

The rice paper fell to the ground, and Jiang Chuchu was stunned for a moment, and saw Bai Fenglin's signature and seal on the lower left corner of the charge.

"Sister, it's not like that. I don't know any Bai Fenglin, and I have never harmed Feng Yu!" Jiang Chuchu seemed frightened and waved her hands repeatedly.

"Oh?" Jiang Lige's tone twisted eight times, making people feel nervous for no reason. "Have you ever met Feng Yu?"

"Chu Chu did meet Feng Yu." Jiang Chu Chu admitted hesitantly, then continued crying, "That day, a little maidservant beside my sister came to tell me that my sister was not in a position to come forward, so she asked me to leave the palace and pass the news to Feng Yu."

"Really? But Feng Yu kept saying that you and he were in collusion in this matter."

"Bai Fenglin must have known that he could not escape death, so he maliciously implicated me in an attempt to drive a wedge between us sisters!"

"So, sister, what do you think will be the benefit for Bai Fenglin by alienating us?"

"Sister, think about this. Anyone who can bribe those around you must be in the imperial palace. The Bai family has worked so hard to send this person into the palace. How can they let this good move go to waste?"

Jiang Chuchu covered her face with a handkerchief, pressed the corners of her eyes, and looked aggrieved, but her words were so sincere and heartfelt.

Jiang Lige pondered for a moment and asked in confusion, "Is there a concubine named Bai in the palace?"

"Isn't there one on the Queen's side?"

"She's just a palace maid, what kind of trouble can she cause?"

"You can't say that. Sister might have forgotten about the Empress..." Seeing Jiang Lige's indifferent expression, Jiang Chuchu cursed Jiang Lige in her heart for being stupid, but pretended to be worried on the surface, "She has always been against us."

Jiang Lige raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his anger instantly rose.

"Since you knew we were in such a difficult situation, you should have acted even more cautiously! This time, it was thanks to the Bodhisattva's blessing that I was able to escape death.

Regardless of whether my life is worth money or not, I just want to ask you, what if it was the Empress Dowager who was framed this time?

Your carelessness has put the entire Funing Palace, and even the future of Sheng Ling and Nan Chu, at risk! This cannot be explained with just a few words!"

"Sister, you're right. It's all Chuchu's fault. She almost hurt you."

Jiang Chuchu's tears froze in her eyelashes and she cried even more sadly. She had just stood up and now she was about to kowtow and apologize.

Although Jiang Chuchu is not the legitimate daughter of the queen, she is still a princess, and is of the same generation as Jiang Lige. Logically speaking, Jiang Lige should not accept this gift from Jiang Chuchu no matter what.

But Jiang Lige just stood there upright, with no intention of blocking him.

Now Jiang Chuchu was in a dilemma whether to kneel or not.

More and more people gathered around, and through the crowd, Jiang Chuchu saw Ning Luyang, standing tall in a dark green robe.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuchu gritted her teeth and knelt down, "Chuchu, I apologize to my sister here."

Jiang Chuchu's kneeling caused an uproar around them. Ning Luyang, feeling particularly distressed, stepped forward and said indignantly, "Since Princess Zhaohua is fine now, why bother with Chuchu? Isn't this just damaging the princess's reputation?"

"Heh." Jiang Lige chuckled, his eyes like ice shattering as he swept across Ning Luyang's face. "Then according to Master Eight, let alone if I'm still alive, even if I really die this time, you can't hold me responsible for the sake of maintaining your dignity? After all, it was just an unintentional mistake, right?"

Ning Luyang was a little embarrassed, but he still tried to persuade her kindly, "I just think that we should forgive others when we can."

Jiang Lige gave him a disdainful glance, the sarcasm in his expression was too obvious.

"Eighth Master is wrong. I've always been vindictive. I was the one betrayed and plotted against by someone I trusted. I was the one tied up in a cramped mud house and left to die. I was the one stabbed by bandits, bleeding profusely and covered in wounds. I've experienced all these hardships myself. Why should I listen to someone who has never felt any pain and gloss over them lightly?"

Ning Luyang was speechless after being questioned by Jiang Lige. He looked at Jiang Lige, who had an unhealed wound on her neck caused by a sharp blade, but never cried out in pain. She stood straight in a white Liuxian dress, so strong that it made him feel distressed.

Jiang Chuchu's eyes darkened when she saw this, and she kowtowed three times.

"Sister is right. This is all Chuchu's fault. Please don't make trouble for Chuchu, sister and Master Ba."

Hearing this, Jiang Lige turned his head and scolded Feng Quan, "Feng Quan, how could you be so ignorant of the rules? The Second Princess is eager to atone for her sins, and you just let her do what she wants? Chu Chu and I are of the same generation, how can this princess accept her courtesy?"

"Princess, please forgive me. It was my fault for not acting properly." Feng Quan quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake, and hurriedly helped Jiang Chuchu up.

Jiang Lige's words were clearly a scolding to Feng Quan for not knowing the rules, but in reality, every word he said was directed at Jiang Chuchu.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chuchu's already red eyes became even more red and swollen, and she looked particularly pitiful:

"Sister, if you want to punish me, I will do as you wish."

Seeing this, Lvliu quickly knelt down to plead for Jiang Chuchu, "Princess Zhaohua, it was I who first passed on the news, and the Second Princess also listened to my report. If you want to punish me, then punish me!"

"Okay, in that case..."

She had a smile on her lips and casually tucked her hair behind her ears, but the words she said with such a leisurely look were chilling.

"Then let him be beaten to death."