Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

The sound outside is as clear as a spring.

The princess said in a charming and hurried voice: "Come in."

The door opened with a creak.

Today, Jun Xiyang wore a light white gown with a few green bamboos embroidered on it. He had a jade belt around his waist and a magnolia scented bag. His black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin. His eyebrows were as deep as the stars, and his hands were behind his back.

The eldest princess is always fascinated by Jun Xiyang.

He was clearly an abandoned child of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty who had fallen into the dust, but he still looked like an exiled immortal who was out of reach.

His pride attracted her so much.

What she wanted was for him to lie under her and break the bones bit by bit. It was really fun.

She hooked her finger at him: "Ayang, I miss you."

Her eyes were full of desire to break him.

Jun Xiyang tightened his hands in his sleeves.

"Princess, your husband will sleep with you tonight."

The moonlight made his face look even paler, and even she, the eldest princess, was eclipsed by it.

"Ayang, you know, none of them can replace you."

A palace maid came over with a bowl of black medicine, leaned forward and said, "Master Jun, this is your medicine."

Jun Xiyang looked at the bowl of black medicine in front of him, and his fists hidden in his sleeves tightened even more.

"Ayang, hurry up, I can't wait any longer."

The eldest princess's eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked at Jun Xiyang.

Finally, he relaxed his hand hidden in his sleeve, picked up the bowl of medicine, and drank it all in one gulp.

The maid took the empty bowl and left, closing the door considerately.

“Come quickly.”

The princess smiled slightly, her eyes were playful, and her chin was raised.

Jun Xiyang walked towards her expressionlessly. He was just a plaything of hers and had no right to refuse anything.

Only by maintaining the pride you like can you survive.

I don't know how long it took, but when the moonlight was pale, the door opened.

Jun Xiyang was still wearing a long gown, standing upright, with his hands behind his back, and walked out.

The moonlight reflected softly on his face, which was extremely pale.

"Oh, you shameless slut."

The prince consort stood in front, his eyes filled with anger and ridicule.

Jun Xiyang glanced at him calmly, then bent over and bowed to him.

"Humph!"

The prince consort flicked his sleeves and walked towards the room.

Jun Xiyang raised his eyes to look at the bright moon, and walked towards the outside of the princess's mansion step by step.

He was tall and slender, and his steps were slow. Looking closely, he seemed a little unsteady.

The streets of Xishang were now empty.

He cautiously walked through several narrow alleys, turned left and right, crossed a wooden bridge, passed a lush jujube tree, and finally stopped in front of a remote courtyard.

He glanced at the deserted street before raising his hand to knock on the door: "Knock, knock, knock, knock..."

After the rhythmic knocking lasted for more than ten seconds, the door creaked open.

He walked into the door, and then the man quickly closed it.

"Son."

A tender voice sounded, and then the woman behind him hugged him tightly.

"Hiss——"

Jun Xiyang frowned.

The woman withdrew her hand in panic, stepped forward and tore open his clothes from his chest.

Jun Xiyang took a few steps back, trying to stay away from her.

But the woman's hands were tightly grasping his clothes on his chest. After seeing the bruises all over his body, she let him go with trembling hands.

Jun Xiyang curved his lips: "Jiuyue, as a woman, you can't take off a man's clothes at will..."

"Xiyang!"

The woman's eyes were already filled with tears, like a peony that had been hit by wind and frost.

She took a few steps forward, staring at the bloody whip marks that were densely packed on the scars that had not yet healed. She bit her lip and cried, "Does it hurt?"

Jun Xi lowered her eyes, and sat down on a worn-out recliner with a tired look, and said in a calm voice: "It's numb!"

"Jiuyue, come here."

His voice was light and his tone was gentle.

Sheng Jiuyue, the only princess of Nansheng, and the biological sister of the little emperor.

In order to make Sheng Jiuyue willingly get on Xishang's sedan chair, Prince Regent Nansheng threatened her with the life of the little emperor.

Sheng Jiuyue loved her younger brother very much, but all power in Nansheng was firmly controlled by the Regent. Sheng Jiuyue had no choice but to bite her teeth and board the sedan chair to Xishang.

When she arrived in Xishang, Sheng Jiuyue realized that this country was corrupt to the core and was firmly controlled by the Hua family, one of the four major families. It was a huge puppet.

At the banquet, she drank Yu Qianye.

That is Xishang's most potent love potion.

The greedy and disgusting eyes of those men fell on her, making her tremble with fear.

She knew that her life might end here.

As countless hands wandered over her body, she closed her eyes in humiliation.

Finally, she was dying.

Seeing those men laughing with satisfaction and looking extremely ugly, she closed her eyes in despair.

When she was thrown into the mass grave, she was still breathing.

She, the great Princess Nan Sheng, had ended up like this. She thought that she would not be able to rest in peace even after her death.

"Oh, you're still breathing."

That clear and melodious voice rang in her ears, and when she opened her eyes she saw the face that she would never forget.

Jun Xiyang fished her out of the mass grave.

He saved her.

Later, she found out that he was Xi Shang's proton.

He is the concubine of the Princess.

He was in a bad situation too.

Perhaps because he was a lost man, he took the risk to reach out to her when she was dying and thrown into a mass grave.

Sheng Jiuyue has never been a pessimistic person. Although she has experienced such a thing, she has been saved, and she will never die easily.

With the help of Jun Xiyang, she found this remote courtyard.

She couldn't show her face in public, so she stayed in the courtyard all day embroidering, and asked the aunt next door to take the embroidery to sell.

Her embroidery skills are very good, after all, she learned it in Nansheng Palace.

But Jun Xiyang reminded her that such a good embroidery would be too eye-catching, so it would be better to keep it more ordinary.

So, she listened to him and hid half of her talent, but her embroidery still sold well.

She lives here, Jun Xiyang doesn't come here often.

Sometimes it doesn't come once a month.

Every time he came, he would just bring her some silver with his wounds all over his body, then he would take a short rest here and go back before dawn.

Sheng Jiuyue took the medicine and carefully applied it to him bit by bit.

His body is always like this, with scars and wounds of all sizes.

Some were whipped, some were pinched, some were scratched, and so on. The old wounds had not yet healed, but new ones appeared.

"Don't bother yourself with that. It won't get better after you wipe it off. It will come back again."