The Reborn Girl Wants to Kill Me

How could a bastard have the nerve to compete with the legitimate son for the title? She felt ashamed for him.

Arriving at the Xin'en Mansion, she looked at the majestic gate, pursed her lips and smiled, then walked briskly in through the corner door.

When Ji Yanli returned from suppressing bandits, he not only eliminated the local bandits, but also captured several spies from the enemy country who had lurked in.

Zheng Shichen was very pleased and immediately approved Ji Yanli's request for a title. Not only did he not demote his title, he retained the title of Duke Xin'en and also conferred Ji Yanli the title of General Zhenbei from the third rank. This was different from a prestigious title and came with real power.

The Ji family is about to rise again.

This is what everyone is thinking.

The Xin'en Mansion soon became busy. There was no hostess in charge, but fortunately, the maids in Ji Yanli's courtyard were all good housekeepers.

Not only did they properly arrange a welcoming banquet for Ji Yanli, they also quickly sorted and organized the invitations that fell like snowflakes into the Xin'en Mansion. Some banquets that did not require Ji Yanli to attend were rejected with suitable excuses.

Song Jingshu wore her best clothes and stood in the crowd, watching her benefactor come in with high spirits.

With a handsome face and deep and peaceful eyes, he seemed like a natural king and easily attracted other people's attention.

A small smile played on her lips.

The next second, the smile froze on his face.

"We agreed that we wouldn't stop until we were drunk. You promised me that."

A bright and beautiful woman in a fiery red dress followed Ji Yanli into the room. Her facial features were lively and every move she made was full of pride. Even Ji Lan'er in the past could not compare to her in any way.

Ji Yanli had no choice but to send this ancestor away quickly. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare the wine and food later."

After eating, hurry back to the palace.

Zheng Zhiyao was satisfied and stopped pestering him. She took her personal maid to wander around the Xin'en Mansion.

When passing by Song Jingshu, Zheng Zhiyao frowned slightly and turned to look at her. Song Jingshu hurriedly hid the hostility in her eyes and bowed her head.

"Humph."

Zheng Zhiyao snorted coldly. This maid from Duke Xin'en's mansion was too unruly. Not only did she look directly at the princess, but she even dared to glare at her.

But she was in a good mood and didn't care about it for the time being.

She wanted to see the place where Ji Yanli had lived since childhood.

Ji Yanli went to the study room alone first, and Song Jingshu looked at his back in fascination. It was not until the study door closed that she suddenly realized that she had not taken the secret book back!

Damn!

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

If she was caught stealing the book, then...

"Song Jingshu! Go to the kitchen and see if the food is hot. Why are you just standing there like that?! Are you being treated?"

The housekeeper scolded her and looked at her with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, oh, I'll go right away."

Song Jingshu went to the kitchen and looked at the busy people and the delicious food. Suddenly, a thought came into her confused mind.

Thinking of the saying "I won't go home until I'm drunk", she gritted her teeth.

After Zheng Zhiyao returned to the palace, Song Jingshu went into the kitchen, brought some sobering soup, and went to Ji Yanli's yard.

Ji Yanli's face flushed slightly, and he leaned back in the chair with his eyes lowered. The lights around him were dim, and the soft light shone on Ji Yanli's face, which gave Song Jingshu some courage for no reason.

She gently put the sobering soup aside, scooped out a small bowl with a spoon and held it in front of Ji Yanli.

"My Lord, please wake up and have a bowl of soup before going back to sleep."

No longer the second young master, with the emperor's reward, Ji Yanli has become the youngest duke.

Ji Yanli opened his eyes, supported his forehead with his hands, and sobered up from the drunkenness.

"My Lord, drink some hangover soup and you'll feel better."

Song Jingshu pushed the bowl forward and looked at him expectantly.

Ji Yanli stared at her for a long moment, then suddenly asked, "Was it really me who saved you back then?"

Song Jingshu was stunned, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across her eyes, but she quickly nodded: "Yes, if it weren't for the Duke's bravery, I might not know whether I am dead or alive right now."

Ji Yanli shook his head: "But today the Third Princess also said that I saved her. Who of you two is telling the truth?"

"Third, Third Princess?"

Song Jingshu's knuckles turned white as she held the bowl. She lowered her head and shed tears. "I was locked in the cellar and fainted from hunger. When I woke up, I heard that it was the Duke who saved us. In my heart, you are my benefactor."

Ji Yanli smiled, took the hangover soup from her hand and drank it.

"Okay, in that case, you should work hard in the mansion. I remember you said you would repay me by being my slave for the rest of your life. I agreed. Don't worry, as long as I am here, you will always be a slave in the Duke's Mansion. I will let them leave all the dirty work to you, and no one can compete with you for it."

Song Jingshu nodded with a dry laugh, then observed Ji Yanli and asked, "Duke, are you hot? Do you need me to open the window for you?"

"kindness."

Ji Yanli responded and stumbled towards the bed.

He is drunk indeed.

Song Jingshu said secretly.

Seeing Ji Yanli's face getting redder and redder, she was very excited. However, in order to not show it too deliberately, she left first and only said:

"I'll be guarding outside the door. If you feel unwell, please call me."

No matter what happens then, it won't be her who takes the initiative. After all, how can a servant refuse her master, right?

She stood outside the door, listening carefully to the movements inside and occasionally driving away annoying mosquitoes.

The room was completely silent until she was covered in bites. Song Jingshu widened her eyes, unable to believe that Ji Yanli had actually fallen asleep.

That is the strongest medicine in Fengyue Tower.

She couldn't help but push the door open and crouch down to walk in. Today's matter had to be done, whether it was successful or not. It had come to this point. Since Ji Yanli wouldn't take the initiative, then she would do it! When the time came, it would be a done deal. As long as she cried, she didn't believe Ji Yanli wouldn't soften his heart.

The candles in the room had gone out. She slowly walked to the bed and could see the sleeping figure in the moonlight.

His breathing was heavy and his clothes were disheveled. Song Jingshu guessed that the drug was taking effect.

Before she could figure out why Ji Yanli had this reaction after drinking the medicine, the person on the bed suddenly reached out and pulled her onto the bed.

Song Jingshu screamed, resisted symbolically twice, and then went along with the flow and softened.

She curled her lips lightly in the darkness.

Even if she started out as a slave, so what? As Ji Yanli's first woman, there was always a special bond between them. If she could give birth to a son before the main wife came into the family...

The beautiful dream lasted until the next morning.

The sky suddenly brightened.

She opened her eyes, and before she could smile, a scream escaped her lips.

“Ah!!! Who are you?!!”

The man holding her was dark and strong. Seeing that she had woken up, he hurriedly urged her, "Hurry up and get up. Come with me to thank the Duke."