In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

"It seems that your wife is very virtuous."

Night Butterfly's folding fan was pressed against Fu Heng's back, the cold fan ribs revealing murderous intent.

"Master Fu is so lucky."

In the side room, Liu Yizi was taking off her pearl hairpin in front of the bronze mirror.

When the mirror reflected the figures of the two people who suddenly broke in, the jade hairpin on her fingertips fell on the dressing table with a "ding".

"Master, this is..."

Her eyes swept across her husband's gloomy face and the butterfly mask in the black-clothed man's hand. Her pupils shrank slightly, and her fingers under her wide sleeves quietly formed sword gestures.

“Madam, save me!”

Fu Heng fell to the ground, his official robes covered in dust.

"This is the flower-stealing thief who killed Commander Lin!"

Night Butterfly chuckled and opened its folding fan with a "swish".

The blood-red butterfly painted on the fan came alive in the candlelight: "I've long heard of Madam Fu's beauty, and I've come here today..."

"How dare you!" Liu Yizi slammed the table and broke into pieces.

King Wu's pressure almost surged out like a tide, but it suddenly froze when it met Fu Heng's pleading gaze.

——If the cultivation level gained through dual cultivation with my son-in-law were to be exposed, wouldn’t all those secrets in the boudoir be spread all over the city?

"Tsk, he's a martial artist."

The tip of the Night Butterfly fan suddenly pressed against Fu Heng's throat, drawing a line of blood.

"But I wonder if Madam Fu's skills can be faster than my fan blade?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Liu Yizi's temple.

She looked at the blood oozing from her husband's neck, and the breath around her gradually calmed down.

"That's right. It's worth all my efforts." Night Butterfly licked the blood off the fan. "It would be a shame if such a beautiful woman was treated like a piece of wood when played with..."

The fan bone suddenly pierced Fu Heng's shoulder. Amidst screams, he whispered in Liu Yizi's ear:

"How many times do you think Master Fu can take a knife?"

Fu Heng's face was distorted with pain, and he staggered to his knees at his wife's feet:

"Yizi! Just give in to him!"

He grabbed his wife's skirt and screamed, "Anyway, today's outcome is inevitable, and I can't be humane. I won't care... Don't resist, or you'll risk your life and mine!"

Liu Yizi was struck by lightning.

After being married for twenty years, how could he say such words in front of the thief?

The sword technique in the wide sleeves slowly loosened, but my heart seemed to be immersed in ice water and sinking inch by inch.

"Now that this is over, let's get divorced." Her voice was so soft that it sounded like a sigh.

Fu Heng was stunned.

The tearful smile of my wife at my daughter's wedding flashed before my eyes, as did the bowl of ginseng soup I always had every morning...

But when the Night Butterfly's blade touched his neck again, all his hesitation turned into fear:

"Okay! I'll sign the divorce papers! But you have to promise to cooperate with me later and don't upset Butterfly."

"I understand." Liu Yizi interrupted him and turned to walk towards the bed, "You go out first."

Ye Hudie laughed loudly and pressed Fu Heng's fainting point, then threw him out of the house like a broken sack.

When he turned around, the candlelight suddenly dimmed.

"Madam..." The teasing stopped abruptly.

Liu Yizi lightly tapped her jade finger, and King Wu's pressure was like a collapsing mountain.

Ye Hudie's horrified expression was frozen on his face forever - his body was like a pile of sand hitting the waves, instantly turning into ashes and dissipating.

At dawn, Fu Heng woke up in the courtyard.

Liu Yizi stood in the morning light in a plain dress, the ink on the divorce letter in her hand still wet.

“That thief…”

"Let's go." She handed over the document, with a storage ring beside it. "I'll leave all the betrothal gifts Li Zimo sent to you."

Fu Heng's hands shook violently when he signed.

The blurred areas of ink look like the traces of spilled wine from the wedding night twenty years ago.

He suddenly grabbed his wife's wrist: "Yizi! Where are you living? Or should we stay..."

"To my daughter's house." She pulled her hand away, dimples forming at the corners of her lips. "Wherever they go, I'll go."

After saying that, she turned and left, her hairpin shining like a golden halo in the morning sun.

Fu Heng looked at the back of the woman who had made ginseng soup for him for twenty years, and suddenly found that the curve of her waist swaying when she walked was as light as a bride.

......

Early in the morning, the gate of the Li Mansion was suddenly knocked gently by a white hand.

Shangguan Ningxiang couldn't help holding her breath when she opened the door.

The figure standing in front of the steps seemed like a beauty walking out of an ink painting - Liu Yizi.

She was wearing a moon-white skirt and a budding white magnolia in her hair, but its lustrous luster surpassed all the colorful flowers in the city.

The morning breeze blew by, carrying the faint fragrance of agarwood on her body, intertwining with the scent of crabapples in the courtyard.

"Madam," Shangguan Ningxiang bowed, her pomegranate-red skirt blooming like a flower on the ground, "the young master has been waiting for a long time."

Liu Yizi raised the corners of her lips slightly, but her eyes did not linger on Shangguan Ningxiang, and she stepped over the threshold.

On the bluestone slabs, her shadow was stretched out by the setting sun, and the silver ribbon tied around her waist swayed gently in the wind, making her look more free and easy than before.

As I walked through the corridor, I startled a group of late-returning birds.

Begonia petals fluttered down, and a few of them stuck to her hair, like rouge that was not evenly applied on a girl's blushing cheeks.

In the main hall, Li Zimo was leaning against a rosewood carved throne, playing with a white jade wine glass in his hand.

Seeing Liu Yizi coming in, a dark light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to wave and deliberately patted his strong thigh.

"Yizi, you're finally here." He said in a low voice with a lazy smile, "Come and sit down."

Liu Yizi paused and glared at him.

The eyes seemed to be filled with anger, with the corners of the eyes slightly raised, and a shimmering light was flowing in the twilight.

But in the end, she still took a step forward, twisted her slender waist, and gently fell into his arms.

Li Zimo immediately put his arms around her slender waist and rubbed it with his fingertips through the thin fabric.

When he bent down to kiss her cheek, his lips brushed her earlobe, and he clearly felt the person in his arms tremble slightly.

"Don't..." Liu Yizi was about to push her away, but he took the opportunity to kiss her lips.

The kiss was gentle and lingering, with the mellow fragrance of aged Huadiao wine, which made her respond involuntarily.

The slender jade fingers originally pressed against his chest, gradually turning into a soft and boneless attachment.

After a tender moment, Liu Yizi leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I'm divorced."

Li Zimo's pupils shrank slightly, and he held up her face and looked at it carefully.

Under the candlelight, although the person in front of me had a woman's bun, there was a girlish blush in the corners of her eyes.

The collar of her plain white skirt was slightly open, revealing a jade-like neck. She looked more relaxed than when we first met three days ago, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.

"Last night..." Her voice gradually lowered as she recounted the story of the butterfly's night attack.

When it comes to the key point, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, casting a shadow under her eyes.

"Butterfly is dead?..." Li Zimo stroked her slightly hot cheek with his thumb.

"Dead." She suddenly smiled, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were like blooming Epiphyllums.

"Guess what? That idiot thought he had me, but I just pointed at him and turned him into ashes."

Li Zimo's Adam's apple rolled.

The rise and fall of her chest as she spoke reminded him of last night in the embroidery workshop, when Zhao Sitong was also trembling under his palm.

But Liu Yizi is different - that is the mature beauty that has been accumulated over the years, like Huadiao that has been stored in the cellar for twenty years, the mellow fragrance can intoxicate an entire street when it is opened.

Unable to resist her temptation, Li Zimo suddenly picked her up by the waist.

Liu Yizi screamed and subconsciously put her arms around his neck. The magnolia hairpin in her hair fell to the ground with a "ding", and her black hair spread out like a waterfall.

"What are you doing?" She hit his shoulder lightly, but he bit her fingertips.

"Of course..." Li Zimo strode towards the inner room, kicking open the door and startling the birds sleeping under the eaves, "Reward my heroine well."

Liu Yizi was about to say something, but her lips were sealed.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.