Demoting my wife to a concubine? After being reborn, I turned around and married into the imperial f

Chu Xunzhen frowned and glanced at Chunxi.

I guess she believed Chunyi's words.

This little girl is so easy to fool!

Alas! Chunxi is just as pure and kind as her past self.

On the contrary, Granny Hua, who was standing to the side, seemed hesitant to speak.

"She acted on her own initiative, without permission, and dared to try to serve the young master in his courtyard. She used sweet words to deceive her master. Granny Hua, sell her off."

As soon as Chu Xunzhen gave the order, Granny Hua's eyes lit up and she immediately agreed.

"Miss is very perceptive. This old servant will immediately sell Chunyi to the Chunxiang Pavilion."

"No! Miss, I'm telling the truth, I really meant it for you. Why are you doing this to me?" Chunyi suddenly grabbed Chu Xunzhen's skirt, her voice hoarse and desperate, "Chunxi, please plead for me."

"No amount of pleading will change anything. A treacherous slave should be punished."

Chu Xunzhen's words were cold, and the maids in the Chrysanthemum Courtyard were startled.

Their contracts were not with the young lady, yet this young lady's aura was so strong and decisive today.

It seems they'll have to be careful from now on.

Otherwise, if they betray their master, and the matter reaches the madam, she probably won't protect them.

"Please spare me, miss. Please spare me!"

Chunyi cried ugly, a far cry from the way she had just been forced to kneel, where, though pleading, she still carried a hint of arrogance, as if she were there to do good for her mistress.

"Chunxi, I know I was wrong. Please, please, Miss. I don't want to be sold to Chunxiang Brothel."

Spring's breath was hoarse and desperate, crying and fussing, still struggling.

"etc."

As Chu Xunzhen finished speaking, Chunyi suddenly erupted with a strong will to survive.

Did the young lady have a soft heart?

Is the young lady willing to let her go?

Granny Hua paused, and she subconsciously looked at Chu Xunzhen.

Miss is so kind-hearted. Could it be that Miss really heard Chunyi's cries and couldn't bear to sell her?

A hint of worry flashed in Granny Hua's eyes.

Today, Chunyi was almost sold off. Even if she had stayed, she could no longer be of one mind with her master.

Such lowly maids are nothing but a hidden danger if kept around.

Just as she was considering how to start the conversation and persuade her mistress to sell Chunyi to Chunxiang Pavilion, Granny Hua heard Chu Xunzhen's unquestionable order.

"Break the legs of spring."

Chu Xunzhen would not allow the enemy even the slightest chance to turn the tide.

Even if Chunyi were sold into Chunxianglou, she might still be redeemed by a patron.

But if she loses both legs and is unable to walk in the future, no matter how beautiful she is, those patrons will not be able to redeem her.

"No! You're not Miss. Miss wouldn't do this to me. Miss is the kindest person. You're not Miss, you're a demon. You're a demon possessing Miss!" Chunyi cried out in disbelief, struggling and shouting.

Granny Hua's smile was somewhat sharp and cruel.

She almost thought that her mistress had softened her heart.

It turned out not to be.

"As my personal maid, a first-class servant, you have been running around without my permission. Since that's the case, your legs can be removed."

With a snap, Chunyi screamed and fainted. She was dragged out by Granny Hua and several servants.

Looking at the surrounding maids, Granny Hua sneered, "Everyone, see this clearly. This is the consequence of betraying your master. Today, it was only because Miss was kind-hearted that Chunyi's life was spared. Otherwise, if she had left her servant's quarters without permission, gone to another courtyard, caused Miss to fall into the water, and then denied everything, if these things were seriously investigated, Chunyi would have faced certain death today. I hope you all will behave yourselves in the future and not harbor any improper thoughts."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and readily agreed.

Chu Xunzhen didn't care what they thought. As long as they did their own thing and didn't try to harm her, she wouldn't bother with them.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moon hung high in the sky.

Chu Xunzhen took off his outer robe, leaving only his inner garment.

"Go to sleep, Chunxi. You must be tired today."

"I'm not sleepy, I just want to stay with you, Miss."

As Chunxi spoke, she smiled slightly at Chu Xunzhen.

Looking at her half-open eyelids, Chu Xunzhen chuckled, "Right now, you're my only first-class maid. Go back to sleep first, so you can better serve me tomorrow. Granny Hua is in the room next to mine. Don't worry."

Chunxi hesitated for a moment before bowing and saying, "This servant takes her leave."

After Chunxi left, Chu Xunzhen went to sleep.

But I didn't sleep well.

The wounds on my body caused waves of pain from time to time.

Besides the injury on her neck, she also bumped into a rockery in the water while struggling.

She was in excruciating pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Xunzhen vaguely heard strange noises.

"Knock knock knock".

Chu Xunzhen sat up from the couch in a daze.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was another clear sound, and Chu Xunzhen looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A dark figure stood outside the window, knocking on it.

Chu Xunzhen's heart skipped a beat, and he asked coldly, "Who?"

"It's me, sister."

Ninth Prince?

Chu Xunzhen quickly put on her outer robe, tied her belt, and opened the window.

Before the window was even opened, the Ninth Prince handed in a porcelain bottle.

"Sister, this is for you."

The five characters "Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Ointment" are clearly visible on the porcelain bottle.

This is a unique healing remedy from the palace, worth a fortune per bottle.

Even in her previous life, when she became a general's wife, she had never possessed such precious external wound medicine.

Under the moonlight, the Ninth Prince stood by the window, tall and slender, his face flushed, stammering.

"Thank you." Chu Xunzhen smiled.

I suppose I brought her some ointment because I saw she was injured today.

"Didn't Your Highness return to the palace? Why are you here alone? Does Eunuch Ankang know you're here?" Chu Xunzhen asked worriedly.

The Ninth Prince injured his head when he was young. Everyone said he was stupid, but Chu Xunzhen observed that he was not really stupid, but rather had the mentality of a child, and his mind could not keep up with his actual age.

If he came here alone, she would be quite worried about his safety.

"Ankang is waiting outside." Suddenly, the Ninth Prince exclaimed, "Sister, your hand is so swollen."

Chu Xunzhen was taken aback, and then looked at the back of his hand.

The back of my hand, which was originally smooth and jade-like, was now bluish-purple, red, and swollen.

Before she could react, she saw the Ninth Prince open the bottle of Nine-Turn Recovery Ointment, dip his slender fingers in the ointment, and gently apply it to the red and swollen area on the back of her hand.

"Hoo hoo! Sister, it doesn't hurt anymore! I'll fly away from this pain."

Looking at the unevenly applied ointment, and at his slender, jade-like hands clumsily pressing on the back of his own hand, Chu Xunzhen was stunned.

In both her past and present lives, apart from her adoptive parents, no one had ever treated her like this.

This was a scene she never imagined.

She couldn't imagine, and dared not hope, that there would be someone who would treat her so gently.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Chu Xunzhen was deeply moved and choked up a little.

"Don't be afraid, sister. I will protect you and keep you from getting hurt. Father is busy tonight, and I haven't seen him yet. I will definitely marry you."

The Ninth Prince, Nangong Yue, suddenly spoke solemnly.

Even though his tone was still immature, Chu Xunzhen suddenly felt that he could definitely do it.

"Do you know what it means to marry me?" Looking at the incomparably handsome man in front of her, yet still somewhat childish, Chu Xunzhen couldn't help but ask.