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

"Zhixia, Zhixia! Come back!"

Zhixia not only didn't come back, but she even thoughtfully closed the door behind them when she ran away.

With no way to call for help, Wei Nanxun could only push the heavy person on her back and scramble to her feet: "You haven't eaten much all day, how come you're so heavy?"

Pei Ji remained silent with a dark expression throughout, and during this tug-of-war, his wounds must have reopened quite a bit.

He simply felt that this woman was too cunning, had nothing to say to her, and ignored her every word and action.

Wei Nanxun was already used to it. This guy was not only a bookworm, but also a stone man. He was so dull and smelly that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

She tore off the old clothes wrapped around them, eager to leave, but as soon as she stood up to leave, she twisted her ankle and fell straight back down, the pain excruciating.

She didn't consider herself a delicate person. She had suffered a lot since childhood, otherwise she wouldn't have said that she was covered in injuries that day and was still able to drag the seriously injured Ji Shouzhu out.

But at this moment, she truly felt wronged.

Since her rebirth, she hasn't had a single day of peace and relaxation; she lives in constant fear that Pei Yuyan's men will come after her.

Having finally found a place to settle down and a way to do business, just when everything seemed to be going well, a young master from the Wen family suddenly appeared.

If it weren't for the fact that her body and hair were given to her by her parents, she would rather have her face disfigured and live a peaceful and carefree life.

And if she really ruined her face, she would think that all her misfortune came from her appearance. But she liked herself and the face her parents gave her, and she was unwilling to ruin herself for those unrelated people.

And then there's Ji Shouzhuo. In her heart, she actually has some unspeakable affection for him.

Whether it was the old monk's advice in the Guanyin Temple, the chance encounter, or the life-or-death moment of being together, all of these things stirred up some thoughts in her that she shouldn't have.

True rebirth is not about revenge, but about letting go of the past.

In her past life, she failed to see her true love. In this life, could she find someone of equal social standing and family background, someone she truly loves, so she could no longer be a concubine and live a harmonious and loving life together?

Ji Shouzhou suddenly appeared, a scholar from a respectable family, without official rank or title, and reportedly without parents. His elder brother had already separated from the family, and his elder sister had married far away. He had no conflicts with his mother-in-law, sister-in-law, or other relatives. Apart from being a bit poor and having little money, he was simply the perfect candidate.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't have money, because she does!

She has been observing and evaluating this person recently. If he is indeed of good character, she will let him marry into her family and take over her dowry.

She, a woman, took such initiative, disregarding her modesty and pride, to apply medicine, change dressings, and wash his body, only to be met with his defensiveness and indifference.

He extinguished every tiny spark she had shown.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Wei Nanxun felt a lump in her throat and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She was too lazy to stand up, and didn't want to explain anything to anyone, so she just slumped down on the spot, letting her tears blur her vision.

Pei Ji remained silent, his face dark. She said that he had pressed down on her foot, and that it was she who had kicked him hard in the abdomen. He tried to slow his movements, hoping not to tear the wound too much.

Until I heard a few suppressed sobs in my ear.

He dislikes noise and crying, but Wei Nanxun's crying is different.

It wasn't the kind of loud wailing, but rather a suppressed, low sobbing, so faint as to be barely audible, almost a silent whimper.

She didn't burst into tears or weep, but her eyes were red and brimming with tears, and she refused to let them fall.

He immediately thought of that day when he was resting in the study in the attic and heard a slight noise from the cabinet, like something was banging on the door.

Many scenes flashed through his mind, but he never imagined that he would see a little girl who was not fully conscious when he opened the cabinet door.

Her eyes were filled with tears, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breath was sweet and fragrant; it was clear at a glance that something was wrong.

Before he could react, the person had already pounced on him.

He instinctively thought she was an assassin or a palace maid trying to seduce him, so he grabbed her by the neck. But the scalding tears fell drop by drop onto his hand, as if to burn him.

It was then that Pei Ji noticed her arm covered in wounds, and as if possessed, he let go of her hand, only to be entangled by her.

The little girl was incredibly soft, and her breath, warm and moist, smelled of both orchids and wine, making him a little drunk and causing him to lose control for the first time.

When they came to their senses, the two were already entangled together, inseparable.

He almost took her.

Last time, he was fooled by her tears. This time, he's using the same trick again. Does she think he'll fall for it again?

Pei Ji looked away from her, but even with his eyes closed, he could still clearly hear her every sob and every tear that was about to fall.

He was so upset by crying that he couldn't think of anything else.

"Don't cry."

If you cry again, I'll kill you.

Wei Nanxun was perhaps frightened by his fierce tone, and her sobbing suddenly stopped, but only for a few breaths, before she started sobbing again.

"It hurts, my foot hurts so much."

Her voice had a slight nasal quality, which made her sound even more pitiful.

Pei Ji touched his waist; there was no knife. He loosened and clenched his fist repeatedly.

Finally, he said through gritted teeth, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, "Where does it hurt?"

"I twisted my ankle."

"You can even twist your ankle while walking? Are you blind?"

Wei Nanxun felt even more aggrieved. The waiter suddenly rushed out; how could she be blamed? She had only sprained her ankle, nothing serious, and a little rubbing and rest would have been fine. But then this guy surnamed Wen appeared and blocked her way, so she had to rush home as fast as she could, which made the pain even worse.

And him!

If he hadn't insisted on provoking her, she wouldn't have tripped. Ultimately, it was all his fault.

He even yelled at her, saying she was blind and that there was no way there could be such a wicked person in the world.

With a gentle blink, tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks, like pearls falling from a broken string, her weeping heartbreaking.

"It's all your fault, otherwise I wouldn't have sprained my ankle. You have to take responsibility for me and put medicine on it."

Is the only responsibility to apply medicine?

Her voice, trembling with tears, carried a hint of arrogance and cowardice, yet she uttered the most cowardly words.

She wasn't joking; she actually extended her swollen, red foot towards him.

Pei Ji was so angry he almost laughed. She wanted him to apply the medicine for her?

dream.

"Ji Shouzhou, apply the medicine for me."

Meeting those red, tear-filled eyes, he said fiercely, "Shut up, or I'll have someone else apply the medicine for you."

"Then I won't say anything."

He stood up first, then helped her sit on the edge of the bed.

He had just applied medicine to himself; the ointment was readily available, right in his arms. Her feet were brazenly placed across his knees, her trousers rolled up to her knees, and she had taken off her shoes and socks.

The girl's fair and delicate feet, which had never been exposed to sunlight, were revealed, and were just as long as his palm.

Such tiny feet, even the toenails are pink and delicate, no wonder they walk so slowly and are prone to falling.

Pei Ji clicked his tongue. If this were on the battlefield, she wouldn't even need the enemy to chase her; a gust of wind would have her collapsing on her own.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw that slightly swollen, pale foot gently kick his leg.

"Ji Shouzhou, it hurts."

"Shut up."

What a spoiled brat.

With that thought in mind, his movements became three degrees lighter.