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

Wen Zhuxi has five older sisters. He is the only youngest son in the family. His parents and grandmother doted on him from a young age, and would do everything they could to get him whatever he wanted.

Even this trip to Pingzhen was only because he caused too much trouble at the academy, injuring the teacher and angering his grandfather, which led to him being ordered to return to the old house to reflect on his mistakes.

Even when he returned to this remote old house, everything was arranged for him. The summer residence was furnished in the same style as the one in the capital, and everything from the county government office to the servants who accompanied him was taken care of.

She even asked her cousin, Xu Yanxiu, to keep him company, fearing he might get bored studying.

He had never experienced failure or setbacks, especially in matters of love.

He believed he resembled his mother in appearance; while not a handsome man, he was certainly presentable. With the added advantage of his family background, no woman would refuse him.

But Wei Nanxun rejected him. He could tell that this wasn't a ploy to refuse her, but a genuine dislike.

Upon hearing her words about not wanting to be a concubine, Wen Zhuxi was shocked, but instead of thinking she was overestimating herself, she admired the woman even more.

He realized he had truly underestimated her; she was unlike any woman he had ever met before. For a moment, he genuinely felt an urge to marry her.

“Cousin, Miss Guan is not a woman who willingly degrades herself. Your methods have probably humiliated her. Let’s go back.”

“I’m not going back. I’m going to continue my studies. If I write to my mother and ask her to send someone to propose marriage, do you think she will agree?”

Xu Yanxiu did not want to come along. He still had many articles to review and lessons to do. Unlike this young master, he could do nothing all day and inherit the Wen family business without studying.

He's different; he has to climb up on his own to get ahead.

For so many years, his father and brothers' official positions depended on the Wen family, his mother's reputation depended on the Wen family, and even his ability to attend school depended on the Wen family.

He was not like Wen Zhuxi's brother, but rather like a loyal dog, a servant.

“Cousin, wake up! Your aunt is already arranging a marriage for you with the Marquis of Dingyuan. She will absolutely not allow you to marry a merchant’s daughter, no matter how good this Miss Guan is.”

"But I really, really like her, so much so that I haven't been able to eat or drink for the past few days, and I dream about her every night. I've never had such feelings for a woman before."

“I want to go in and see her one more time, to tell her my thoughts. Do you think she would accept me as a concubine? Or a secondary wife, or perhaps…”

Xu Yanxiu felt that his cousin was too naive and spoiled. Regardless of whether Miss Guan agreed or not, the Wen family would never allow him to act so recklessly.

But seeing his distraught appearance, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Knowing full well that persuading him to go back was the best option, she still followed her heart and said, "If you're not willing, then give it a try. If your aunt blames you, I'll take the blame for you."

"I knew that of all my brothers, you understood me the most."

"Where are my poems? Where are my poems?"

Wen Zhuxi took the neatly written poems from the servant. These were all written by Xu Yanxiu, who had been memorizing them at home for the past few days.

After all that commotion, he's forgotten everything again.

“You go knock on the door, and I’ll read it.”

The two servants were very obedient. This young master was usually mischievous and had clearly done this kind of thing many times before, banging on the door so loudly it shook the heavens.

"No, I've forgotten how to pronounce 'training' again. You read it for me."

Xu Yanxiu's face stiffened slightly as he looked at the papers being shoved into his hand. He had given up his reading time to come and play along with this nonsense, and now he was being asked to do something so uncivilized.

"Hurry up with the training; whether it succeeds or not depends entirely on you."

He crumpled the paper until it was wrinkled, then finally folded it into a ball, his gaze deep and calm: "I don't need this."

Then, facing the direction of the courtyard gate, he recited those unspeakable verses word by word.

"Where my heart leads, where my thoughts yearn..."

He had barely finished reciting half of the love poem when the courtyard gate was opened from the inside.

Wen Zhuxi's eyes lit up instantly, and he went forward expectantly, but what awaited him was a kick to the chest.

In the backlit courtyard, a tall man in a dark robe walked out. His long hair was half tied up and half loose in front of him. His eyebrows and eyes were sharp and his face was gloomy.

He seemed quite impatient with this group, only slightly raising his eyelids and coldly saying, "So noisy."

Upon seeing this, the two servants immediately rushed forward to protect their young master.

"Young Master, Young Master! Who are you? How dare you kick our young master? Do you even know who our young master is?!"

The most painful thing Wen Zhuxi ever experienced in her life was being hit on the hand by her father. He only got hit once or twice before her grandmother cried and protected him.

That kick was so powerful it felt like it dislocated his heart and lungs, causing him to contort in pain.

But he still had a sliver of reason left. Those who could come out of this house must be Guan's relatives, and judging from their appearance, they must be someone like an older brother.

If it were his sister being pursued like that, he would also be angry.

He immediately endured the pain and scolded the servant: "Don't be rude!"

He grinned and gasped, "It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Is this gentleman Miss Guan's brother? My surname is Wen, and my father is the Minister of Revenue. I am by no means some nobody. I did not mean to come here today to cause trouble. It's just that Miss Guan and I fell in love at first sight, and I couldn't contain my feelings. So I am expressing my love here. Please tell Miss Guan that you may see me one more time."

Love at first sight, unable to suppress the feelings?

Pei Ji frowned more and more as he listened. He had just been stretching his muscles in the corridor when he saw the two sisters return with angry faces.

He was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters and wanted to continue stretching his muscles, but they were just too noisy. Even though there was only a wall between them, their incessant chatter disturbed his peace and quiet.

He impatiently raised his eyelids, glanced at the people in front of him, and felt extremely annoyed.

The Minister of Revenue—he remembered reading the official gazette not long ago; it was indeed someone named Wen, who was very close to the Crown Prince and had such a worthless grandson.

He sneered, "I am not her brother."

A simple sentence interrupted Wen Zhuxi's pledge of loyalty: "He's not Miss Guan's brother? Then why should he give him the time of day and even dare to kick him!"

Looking at the man's tall and handsome figure, her jealousy instantly reached its peak.

"Then who are you? Why are you in Miss Guan's house? What is your relationship with her?"

The barrage of questions stirred up Pei Ji's displeasure. He glanced at Wen Zhuxi from head to toe, then coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."

Then, she conveniently landed, turned around, and went back inside, displaying a disdainful attitude that showed she couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.

Wen Zhuxi was first kicked, and now his self-esteem as a man has been insulted. In addition, this strange man has appeared in the home of the person he admires, which makes him unable to swallow this insult.

"You're not allowed to leave! Who are you? Explain yourself to me!"

The two servants immediately understood, pulled out wooden sticks from their waists, and pounced on the figure's back at the same time...