Transmigration into a Book: My Lord, Your Wife Has Taken Another Concubine for You

Chu Mochen immediately met the people sent by the Marquis's residence, mainly to remind him that the Eldest Princess and Consort Lin were still at the Marquis's residence.

Upon learning this news, Chu Mochen's relaxed mood vanished instantly. If he were given the choice, he wouldn't want to return to the Marquis's residence.

However, he also knew clearly that he had no choice but to return; if he wanted to take a concubine, he would inevitably clash with the Princess.

After making up his mind, Chu Mochen rode back to his residence as quickly as he could, feeling as if his father had died.

As soon as he returned to the main courtyard of Lin Yanran's residence, he saw that the Princess and Lin the Imperial Son-in-Law were already sitting at the head of the table waiting for him.

Chu Mochen stepped forward and bowed as if nothing had happened, "Father, Mother, what brings you here?"

"I've heard that Marquis Wenxuan is enjoying himself with two women on his left and right. I'm here to see if he's the same person who swore to me back then that he would never take a concubine."

Although the princess said this with a smile, Chu Mochen felt a chill in his heart.

Chu Mochen could only look to Lin Yanran, who was sitting next to him, for help.

In Chu Mochen's subconscious, his wife always spoke up for him in times like these, so this time Chu Mochen also subconsciously looked at Lin Yanran.

Lin Yanran thought that Chu Mochen was looking at her to question whether she had told her father and mother that she was keeping a mistress outside.

Anyway, it wasn't her who personally told the Princess and Consort Lin, so Lin Yanran wasn't worried at all: "Why are you looking at me? It's not like I told Father and Mother about your affair."

"If you hadn't been careful when you went to your mistress's place, now the whole of Cangming knows you're keeping a mistress. Do you think Father and Mother wouldn't know?"

Chu Mochen·······

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the Princess and Consort Lin, Chu Mochen had a strong desire to survive: "Father, Mother, I couldn't resist the temptation for a moment. Don't worry, I only have Ran'er in my heart. I already divided my private treasury with Xuan'er and Heng'er yesterday."

Today I have submitted a memorial to the Emperor requesting that Xuan'er be made the heir apparent.

No matter who's in my backyard in the future, it won't affect the interests of Ran'er and her two children.

The eldest princess looked earnestly into Chu Mochen's eyes, "You know, this isn't enough!"

Back then, Chu Mochen was a meritorious heir. If he hadn't married his daughter, it's uncertain who would have won the title of Marquis of Wenxuan!

A few years ago, Chu Mochen's second brother suffered a major defeat and was demoted and sidelined by his elder brother. Chu Mochen, that scoundrel, thought he had secured his position and started to act recklessly.

It's no wonder the princesses can't swallow this insult.

Lin, the imperial son-in-law, eagerly handed the whip beside him to the princess. He was not qualified to beat the marquis, but His Highness was.

The eldest princess didn't want to waste words with Chu Mochen, so she directly lashed out at him with her whip.

Upon seeing this, Lin, the Imperial Son-in-Law, immediately and skillfully went to the side to pick up his daughter's clothes, gesturing for her to follow him and back away.

As Lin Fuma pulled his daughter back, he muttered, "I just said you've become smarter, but you're still as clueless as ever, sitting here like an idiot, hindering your mother's performance."

Although Chu Mochen was mentally prepared to be beaten, he didn't know how painful it was until the princess actually whipped him.

However, Chu Mochen could only obediently kneel and accept it, though he was not without resentment in his heart.

As soon as Chu Mochen thought of his mother-in-law's identity—the emperor's own sister—his resentment vanished like a joke before it even took shape.

The princess lashed out twenty times before reluctantly stopping. She had been cultivating her character for the past few years and hadn't had such a satisfying beating in a long time.

Chu Mochen, who was kneeling on the ground, had his back torn open and bleeding profusely, and he could no longer even kneel.

Lin, the imperial son-in-law, then stepped forward to help the princess carry the blood-stained whip.

The eldest princess looked at her son-in-law, who was now slumped on the ground, and said, "Apart from my imperial brother, no one can go back on their word here without paying a price."

After saying this, the eldest princess comforted her daughter with a concerned look, then flicked her sleeve and left with her husband and a group of servants.

Lin Yanran looked at Chu Mochen, who was half-dead from his mother's beating, and her smile couldn't be happier.

But when Chu Mochen managed to turn his head to look at her, she suppressed her smile, pretended to care, and instructed people to carry Chu Mochen back to the front yard, and sent someone to take the Marquis's invitation to the palace to invite the imperial physician.

After all, we're not going to never see each other again, so we still have to put on a show.

When a group of people carried Chu Mochen to the front yard, the family physician was treating Chu Mochen's injuries when Old Madam Hou, who had heard the news, also arrived with her entourage.

Seeing Lin Yanran standing to the side, Old Madam Hou was very displeased. "Your husband is injured like this, and you still have the mood to drink tea?"

"I'm not a royal physician, what else would I do if I didn't drink tea?"

Madam Hou felt she could find a whole host of faults in her eldest daughter-in-law, yet she dared to talk back: "When the eldest princess wanted to hit your husband, didn't you even try to stop her?"

"When your son was keeping a mistress, why didn't you stop him? Who wouldn't be angry if they heard that their son-in-law was keeping a mistress? And he even had two children with her?"

"Could it be that if the Marquis simply tells me he's tired of me and wants to find some young and beautiful women, I would really forbid him from taking any?"

Although Lin Yanran knew in her heart that the original owner would not agree to Chu Mochen taking a concubine, she was not the original owner, so she had no conscience at all in saying this.

"You..." Old Madam Hou, Madam Xie, pointed at Lin Yanran and almost fainted from anger.

In the end, Madam Hou chose to cry sadly in front of her son, but she dared not curse him.

If this gets back to the eldest princess, she'll only be causing trouble.

Chu Mochen had to endure the pain of the royal physician treating his wounds, while his mother continued to cry beside him. He managed to control his anger and said, "Can't you be quiet for a while?"

Madam Hou wiped away her tears in astonishment. "Then Chen'er, you should rest first. I won't disturb you any longer. I'll come to see you again tomorrow morning."

As Old Madam Hou left in tears, she didn't forget to glare angrily at Lin Yanran.

Lin Yanran didn't care at all, and even smiled at her mother-in-law, Xie, who was taking her anger out on her. This angered Old Madam Hou so much that she left without stopping.

The physician treated Lin Mochen's wounds in the inner room, and Lin Yanran did not approach Chu Mochen. She sat in the outer room drinking tea and lost in thought.

In the servants' eyes, Lin Yanran's absent-minded appearance meant she was worried about the Marquis.

By the time the imperial physician arrived, the family physician had already treated Chu Mochen's wounds, and Chu Mochen had fallen into a deep sleep.

The imperial physician only briefly examined the wound and took the pulse, carefully giving some instructions before hurriedly leaving.

After the imperial physician left, Lin Yanran gave a few instructions to the people in Chu Mochen's courtyard before returning to the main courtyard to rest.