Demoted from wife to concubine? Reborn, the mistress of a noble family plots another high-status mar

Chapter 27

Only when she heard the familiar voice did she lower her guard.

"Your Majesty, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

Murong Yu had arrived early and was hiding in the shadows. His face was dark and gloomy, as if it could drip water.

"Undress."

In the darkness, Yun Xiyue couldn't see the anger on his face. "Your Majesty... I'm not feeling well..."

"Hmph, do you think I'm like Shen Yue, a shameless dung beetle who bullies women?" Murong Yu grumbled, stepping forward to strip off her clothes.

Yun Xiyue's expression changed slightly, and she instantly realized that he had been hiding in the shadows and had seen everything. This saved her some trouble, but it was still embarrassing to have him see her in such a disheveled state.

She quietly let him apply the ointment to her.

She was filled with unease. If the concubines in the harem found out that she had asked the emperor to apply medicine to her, would they tear her to pieces?

"Don't you know how to call for help? Do you want to be beaten to death?" Murong Yu was so angry that he wanted to strangle that bastard Shen Yue.

"He won't kill me." In their past lives, they would rather let her linger on like a dog than let her die a quick death.

It's because she still has value to be exploited.

"What do you want me to do?" Murong Yu draped a coat over her shoulders. He had many ways to deal with Shen Yue, but he understood that the young girl wanted to take revenge herself.

If I act on my own initiative, it might upset her.

Yun Xiyue was secretly delighted. She had been worried that he wouldn't be willing to help, but she didn't expect him to take the initiative to ask. That was wonderful.

"His Majesty has also seen what kind of person Shen Yue is. He bullies women. No matter how good a man is at fighting or how talented he is, shouldn't he be given important responsibilities?"

If Shen Yue is given an important position, he will be even more difficult to deal with.

She makes him lose whatever he desires most.

Shen Yue was strictly taught by his grandfather from a young age, who instilled in him the ambition to bring honor to his ancestors and revive the family.

That's why he works so hard, more so than ordinary people, trying to climb up step by step, even if he's forced to marry a woman he doesn't like, even if he has to resort to any means to get ahead. In his past life, he did just that, stepping over the corpses of her and the Yun family, he got everything he wanted.

Murong Yu chuckled, "Am I the kind of person who's blind?"

"The imperial court doesn't need another Shen Yue."

That means he won't be given a more important role.

Yun Xiyue was relieved. "Well, as long as the Emperor doesn't give him an important position, that's fine."

"Is that all?" Murong Yu was somewhat disappointed. She was being too lenient with Shen Yue. Was it because she still loved him?

"If possible, I would like the Emperor to find a reason to beat him up so I can vent my anger."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yu's lips curled up, and he reached out to pat her head, smiling as he asked, "Who was that man with you at the city gate today?"

"My older brother."

"My own brother? I remember you are the only daughter of the Yun family."

Yun Xiyue said, "My brother is my parents' adopted son."

It means an older brother who is not related by blood.

Murong Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, "You're not allowed to get involved with him like that anymore."

Yunxi Yue: "......"

"He's my big brother."

"Don't forget, you are my woman now. I don't like my things being touched by others." Suddenly, everything went dark as the man's tall figure loomed over her.

Yun Xiyue felt a sudden dizziness and collapsed onto the bed, her long, dark hair spreading out like silk. "Your Majesty..."

"You don't want to?" the man's voice was low, his hot breath spraying on his neck, hot and itchy.

Yun Xiyue instinctively turned her head away, her chest heaving violently. "I feel dizzy, and I can't breathe..."

He raised his hand and touched the back of her head, feeling a large lump. Then he looked down at her body, her arms, and her waist, where several pieces of bluish-purple bruises had been stewed. Murong Yu's eyes instantly darkened.

"Look at me and open your mouth!"

He gently rubbed the back of her head with his large palm.