My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: It Turns Out to be the Princess Consort Chapter 22: Chapter 22: It Turns Out to be the Princess Consort Chu Yi and Xiangyang both looked at Chu Nanli with some astonishment.

It was no wonder they were shocked. Although Chu Nanli was wearing a veil, her demeanor was clearly that of a high-born lady from a noble family. It was entirely unexpected when she suddenly spoke of opening a brothel.

Though there were indeed noble daughters in the Capital City who clamored about starting a brothel, they were typically brash and whimsical, always looking to undertake what the world saw as rebellious acts.

Clearly, Chu Nanli did not fit that mold.

“Yes, I’ve arranged for Xiangyang to work with you, so the two of you can look after each other.” She wasn’t worried about Xinlian getting bullied, considering a brothel was not easy to establish.

However, in this world, if a brothel could be successfully launched, it was certainly the quickest business to bring in money, and it was also a good way to gather information.

Thus, she had to open this brothel.

Xinlian finally believed that Chu Nanli was serious about opening a brothel, and her expression grew solemn.

“I will handle this matter thoroughly. Whether it’s music, chess, calligraphy, painting, or embroidery, I can teach all of these so that the girls in the brothel will have a skill,” she declared.

Chu Nanli saw the eager look on her face and the ambitious spark in her eyes, and felt once again that she hadn’t chosen the wrong person.

If this were the year 2090, she would surely be a top-tier employee.

“Here are three thousand silver coins, you can use them. By the way, I’m currently residing at the War God Residence, and if there is anything important, it’s best not to look for me there. Let’s keep our next meeting location here. I’ll reserve this private room for a few more days. If there’s any news, leave a clue here until you’ve finalized the location of the brothel,” she instructed.

Thinking of Ye Yunting only brought bad luck, which only strengthened her resolve to grow her own power base and leave the War God Residence as soon as possible.

Xinlian and the others looked at each other with shocked expressions, then cautiously asked, “My lady, you are…?”

“For the time being, I am still the Princess Consort of the War God Residence.” Chu Nanli’s expression darkened, feeling her mood sour just thinking about that insufferable title.

Xinlian and the others were both shocked and confused, exchanging looks again and again, ultimately deciding not to pry further, but their minds were in turmoil.

Their master was the famous Princess Consort of the War God in Xia Kingdom!

The War God was a role model for many men in Xia Kingdom and the most desirable partner for many women.

However, the public opinion about the Princess Consort was not very favorable. The most common talk they heard was that she was a commoner who had used some scheme to marry the War God, and even… shamelessly disrupted the relationship between the War God and the Concubine.

Though they had been skeptical at first, knowing now that their master was the Princess Consort, they felt those rumors were utterly unbelievable.

“Chu Yi.”

Chu Yi was suddenly called upon.

Awakened from their reflections on the unjust treatment of Chu Nanli, they responded.

“My lady, your command?”

“From now on, you will stay by my side to protect me,” she stated.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yi’s gaze fell on Chu Nanli’s graceful and elegant features, his eyelashes quivering slightly as he replied, “Yes.”

“Alright, that’s all for today.”

Xinlian carefully stowed the silver coins and earnestly said, “I will record every expense for the brothel in the account.”

Chu Nanli nodded, glanced at her face, and remembering something she had forgotten, she immediately took out a medicine bottle.

“The brown medicine inside is to be taken orally to clear internal blockages, and the red medicine is to be mixed with water and applied to wounds, it will not leave scars.”

She had been using this medicine these past few days thanks to that despicable man, Ye Yunting, as she had many wounds on her body.

Xinlian and the others were moved and could not help but grow intensely curious about Chu Nanli.

Xinlian knew better than the two men next to her just how rare it was for a medicine for external injuries to leave no scars.

The fact that their master could offer such a precious medicine nonchalantly for their use, was she really that un-favored Princess Consort from the War God Residence as the rumors suggested?

“My lady, I must be bold in saying this. Such precious items should not be taken out lightly in the future, lest they catch the eye of the wrong people,” she advised.

Chu Nanli, hearing Xinlian’s caution, glanced over the three of them, feeling a warmth in her heart.

“I am well aware.”

After separating from Xinlian and Xiangyang, Chu Nanli asked Chu Yi to go and buy some medicinal herbs. She was considering whether to ask the shop’s server for pen and paper to make a list, but Chu Yi had an especially good memory; she mentioned it once, and he remembered everything.

Once Chu Yi had left, Chu Nanli strolled leisurely down the street by herself.

It was still early, so she could buy a few beautiful dresses before returning to the residence.

In her previous life, she was a military doctor who spent most of her time on missions, rarely wearing her own clothes, and now she finally had the opportunity.

Moreover, the original owner’s wardrobe was filled with outdated dresses, not fitting her status as the Princess Consort.

Now that she had her money back, why should she deprive herself and let others mock her?

Chu Nanli was very clear about this; though she was currently reliant on others, she must at least not allow herself to suffer.

Stepping into a ready-to-wear shop on the street, Chu Nanli noticed that both the styles and materials of the shop were quite good, so she picked out two outfits.

Just as she was about to pay the shopkeeper, a soft voice called out nearby.

“Sister?”