My elder sister forced me to become a concubine; I was reborn and remarried into the emperor's

"Your hand is broken too? You can't knock?"

Wei Nanxun's series of reactions further confirmed Pei Ji's guess, and he twitched the corners of his mouth into a mocking smile.

He was simply changing back into his own clothes, preparing to leave.

Seeing her both embarrassed and unable to resist looking, he felt even more annoyed. An absurd thought flashed through his mind: if he were to compare them now, which scholar would be more handsome?

"Yes... I forgot to knock. I just didn't know you were changing clothes. Please don't misunderstand, I'm bringing you something."

"No need."

The two words, spoken without any emotion, made Wei Nanxun realize that this person was truly angry.

She bit her lower lip, feeling a little lost; she really wasn't good at comforting people.

In her past life, her relationship with Pei Yuyan was one of complete superiority and subservience. She left home to marry into the Eastern Palace, and the only person she could trust in the deep palace walls was her high-ranking husband.

She was mostly submissive to him, almost always doing whatever he said.

They were together for four years, and she never upset him, except for the time before she died.

She learned that Wei Mingzhao was responsible for her miscarriage. For the first time, she felt disappointed in this older sister. She mustered up the courage to confront her, but before she could say more than a few words, she watched helplessly as Wei Mingzhao fell down in front of her.

Everyone said she pushed him, but her hand didn't even touch Wei Mingzhao's clothes.

Even if no one believed her innocence, she didn't care about being locked up in the solitary confinement room; what she cared about most was how Pei Yuyan viewed her.

That was the first time she had taken the initiative to express her love to him, but her clumsy seduction only resulted in a bitter pill.

Looking at the tall, stiff back in front of him, Wei Nanxun sighed softly in her heart. This person was clearly a completely different type from Pei Yuyan, so why was he even more difficult to get along with and more difficult to coax?

She couldn't bear to really make him angry.

Besides, she was the one who rescued him, and the two of them had been through thick and thin together. She had also spent a lot of money on him, so she couldn't let it go to waste.

She had a good eye for people; she always felt that Ji Shouzhuo was destined for greatness and would surely repay her if he passed the imperial examinations. It was an investment in advance.

"I took your measurements and made this especially for you, considering your preferences. If you don't want it, there's no one else in the house who can wear it. Wouldn't it be a waste to throw it away?"

"You should at least take a look."

Although Wei Nanxun was a native of the capital, her mother was from Jiangnan, and she spoke with a Jiangnan accent since childhood.

Her favorite thing to do was listen to the Jiangnan folk songs her mother sang to lull her to sleep. They were melodious and gentle, and she picked up a bit of an accent from them.

Especially when the last syllable is drawn out, it unconsciously carries a soft, coquettish tone, like a sugar cake sprinkled with white frost. When you bite into it, the honey-like juice instantly fills your tongue.

"Ji Shouzhou, Brother Ji, Brother Shouzhou..."

He is twenty-five years old this year, almost ten years older than her, and even Wei Nanxun in her previous life was younger than him.

But she always felt that she had been reborn, and her mindset was no longer that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl; she was also more open and relaxed in her interactions with others. This brother was truly pushed to the limit by him, which is why he blurted it out.

Before Pei Ji could respond, she blushed awkwardly. No matter how close she was to Pei Yuyan, she had never called him so intimately before.

To ease the shame and embarrassment, she simply unfolded the new clothes in the bundle and helped him try them on.

When Pei Ji heard the word "brother," his tailbone tingled, his hands paused, and the tips of his ears turned almost imperceptibly red.

Before he could react, she seized the opportunity and dressed him in new clothes.

Her fingers were slender, long, and very nimble. She gently brushed across his shoulder, and his sleeve slipped into his arm. It has to be said that she was particularly good at serving people.

Even though he was much taller than her, she could still stand on tiptoe to straighten his collar, her attentiveness revealing a hint of submissiveness and gentleness, as if she had done this countless times before.

She even slightly bent her knees when tying her belt.

The two were so close that he could feel her warm breath brushing against his lower abdomen and smell the faint fragrance of orchids on her body.

Her finger was still pointing downwards.

Pei Ji's eyes darkened slightly as he recalled the first time they met, when she had rushed towards him like this, tightly clutching his belt, begging him to save her.

Looking back now, it's still unknown whether she was framed or had ulterior motives that day.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he grabbed her wrist and lifted her up.

"Guan Yue, aren't you ashamed? Don't you know any shame?"

His grip was too strong, and Wei Nanxun hissed softly, then saw that another hand was still gripping the hem of his clothes...

"What did you say?"

What's wrong with her now? She just noticed that the stitching on the hem of this new dress was a little crooked and there were still some loose threads stuck to it. Is that enough to make her feel ashamed and shameless?

Pei Ji then realized that he had misunderstood; she had not intended to do anything.

But this did not change his opinion of her. A woman who was so skilled at serving men while they changed clothes and taking care of their daily needs must either be wicked or have been raised in a poor manner to have developed such a frivolous and vulgar nature.

"Have you gone mad from all your studying? We've been through thick and thin together, almost becoming wolf food, so why are you still so fixated on the distinction between men and women? You're having trouble moving around right now, so I'm just helping you out. Don't make a fuss."

"Let go!"

Wei Nanxun genuinely thought he was too pedantic and rigid, and had an excessive sense of pride. Seeing that he still wouldn't let go and was looking down at her.

She also became somewhat displeased: "You're really ungrateful. If you don't like it, take it off. I won't care about you anymore. You can fend for yourself."

Wei Nanxun struggled but couldn't break free. She was about to curse in her heart, wondering if the Ji family had suddenly changed their surname to Pei. Why did they all like to grab people's wrists so much? Where did they learn this bad habit?

Just as I was thinking this, my hand was violently flung away, and the other person seemed to be avoiding me like the plague.

She was so angry she wanted to roll her eyes. She shouldn't have come in to coax him in the first place; he deserved to be so angry.

Wei Nanxun rubbed her aching wrist and turned to leave, but she didn't see the pair of crutches on the ground. She had already twisted her ankle on the stairs, and the force of the kick made her foot hurt even more, causing her to fall uncontrollably to the side.

Instinctively, she grabbed the arm of the person next to her.

Just in time, they grabbed the part of Pei Ji that was injured.

Is this a case of getting angry and embarrassed after their seduction attempt failed?

He frowned slightly, instinctively trying to pry her fingers open, but she gripped them even tighter. Caught off guard, he was pulled down along with her.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Get up, get up! Ji Shouzhou, you're so heavy! You're pressing on my foot!"

His old clothes, which he had just changed out of, were lying on the ground. She rummaged through them haphazardly, and they became entangled on each other, making it even more difficult to separate them.

Just then, Zhixia entered with light steps: "Sister, it's time for dinner..."

The voice abruptly stopped, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps: "I...I didn't see anything!"