Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

His teeth were clenched so tightly they clicked, and he squeezed out a few words from between them, "Shen—Ning—Zhu—"

Just then, Yuan Yi ran over quickly and knelt on one knee in front of Jiang Yanche.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for being late in escorting you."

Jiang Yanche's face was dark as he roared at him, "Useless trash! Weren't you always following me? Why didn't you show up just now?"

Not only did it injure him, it also made him lose face.

Yuan Yi said tremblingly,

"I was just held up by a few guards and couldn't get away, that's why..."

Bodyguard?

Jiang Yanche looked at Song Hanchuan with a puzzled expression. "It was you, wasn't it? Why?"

Jiang Xuan Yan was arrogant and conceited, and had always looked down on him.

Since they dared to dislocate his arm in public, they naturally wouldn't secretly stop his guards; instead, they would put everything out in the open.

He couldn't think of anyone else besides Song Hanchuan who would do such a thing.

Liu Zhiyi also turned to look at Song Hanchuan. Seeing that he did not deny it, her feelings became even more complicated.

Song Hanchuan said calmly,

"Oh, it's a misunderstanding. I just saw some people peeking around suspiciously and thought they were some petty thieves who had sneaked into the banquet."

"To ensure the safety of the noble ladies and gentlemen present, I sent my men to investigate. I never expected that this person would be one of your men, Prince Chen. My apologies for my oversight."

What a misunderstanding!

King Chen cursed the other party in his heart for being shameless.

The positions of Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and Supervisor of the Eastern Depot are both ubiquitous and pervasive.

From royalty and nobility to ordinary people, no matter how small the disturbance, it could not escape the notice of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Is there anything in this world that Song Hanchuan doesn't know?

"Very well, I will remember what happened today."

Song Hanchuan smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Jiang Yanche, with a cold face, used force to reset his arm before leaving angrily.

Yuan Yi quickly followed.

Liu Zhiyi blinked awkwardly, deciding to apologize first, "Um, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's ok."

"what?"

"It's okay, I support whatever choice you make. I also believe that you must have your own reasons for doing this, and I shouldn't stop you."

How come he's completely different from the rumors? His easygoing nature only made Liu Zhiyi feel more embarrassed.

"But... Xiaoyi, we're still friends, right?" Song Hanchuan's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes sparkling with scattered light.

Liu Zhiyi noticed that the muscles in his arms were taut, as if he was deliberately suppressing his nervousness.

A sense of relief suddenly settled over her. (Image caption: Liu Zhiyi vs. Song Hanchuan) She shook her head slightly, "Whether they'll be friends or not is unknown."

Seeing his face freeze, Liu Zhiyi smiled and approached him, her lips close to his ear, and softly asked him...

"Will you still come to chat with me at midnight tonight? I want to look at the stars again."

The woman tilted her head charmingly.

Looking into Song Hanchuan's eyes, one could easily see all his surprise and embarrassment.

After a long while, the man's hoarse voice replied.

“Okay~~~”

Liu Zhiyi smiled and straightened up. "Okay, then it'll be tonight. See you there."

After saying that, he disappeared from sight in a few leaps and bounds, like a bird returning to its nest.

Behind him, Song Hanchuan's lips unconsciously curled up.

"See you there—then we'll meet again."

He remained motionless for a long time before slowly suppressing his smile, his handsome face suddenly turning icy.

A cloud of green rose into the air beside them, and soon a cry of surprise came from the top of the pavilion. Then, a red figure rolled down from above.

Just before landing, the man suddenly did a backflip in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground.

Song Hanchuan's face showed a mocking expression.

"What, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's mansion, is he engaging in petty theft?"

The man ostentatiously lifted the red ribbon hanging in front of his chest, flicked it behind him, and then raised an eyebrow.

"Sneaking chickens and dogs is no fun."

"Oh? In your opinion, what is it that warrants Young Master Chu eavesdropping so furtively?"

Chu Wenbo intended to say that he wanted to see the dignified Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, who was experiencing his first stirrings of love, blushing like a shy young girl with bright, sparkling eyes.

No one in the capital has ever seen such a scene before; he's the first. This is something he can brag about for a year.

But when she met Song Hanchuan's icy gaze, she didn't dare to say it.

"Ahem, I... I was too hot, so I wanted to stand on higher ground to get some fresh air. I swear, I didn't see or hear anything, really."

Song Hanchuan nodded lightly.

It seems they saw and heard everything.

well.

"Qingyun, did you understand?"

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"very good."

Chu Wenbo looked at this and then at that, and a shiver ran down his spine as an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"No, what do you mean, Lord Song? Hey? What are you doing? Let me go."

Song Hanchuan strode away, behind him Chu Wenbo, who had been bound hand and foot by Qingyun and hung on a corner of the eaves.

He brushed the dust off his hands and said calmly,

“My master is kind and benevolent. Knowing that Young Master Chu likes to enjoy the cool shade, he specially asked me to help you.”

"Don't worry, I'll stay here and watch over you all day, and help you cool off completely. You're welcome, it's what I should do."

Chu Wenbo: ...

Thank God!

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I'll never eavesdrop again. Please, have mercy and put me down, okay?"

"Song Hanchuan, I am the eldest son of the Prime Minister's mansion, you...you..."

Qingyun frowned, picked at his ear, raised his head, and gave Chu Wenbo a cool look.

"Or, you don't have to be the eldest son of the Prime Minister's family?"

Chu Wenbo narrowed his eyes. "You're threatening me."

Qingyun turned his head away, holding his sword with both hands, ignoring him. Chu Wenbo's chest heaved violently, feeling a tightness in his chest that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But this time, he remained silent.

In the shadows not far away, a master and servant quietly slipped out, quickly returned to the house, and smashed a room full of precious antiques and jade artifacts.

"I went to so much trouble to organize this banquet, but nothing got done. I'm so angry!"

"Miss, please keep your voice down, what if someone hears us..."

Snapped--

Before the maid could finish speaking, Chu Wan'er slapped her across the face, saying, "You lowly hussy, are you lecturing me?"

The maid was so frightened that she quickly knelt at the other person's feet, her eyes red as she hurriedly shook her head, "This servant wouldn't dare, this servant didn't, please understand, Miss, sob sob sob."

"Cry, cry, all you do is cry. What use are you to me?"

Immediately afterwards, three more resounding slaps landed on the maid's face. Just then, a graceful and elegant woman walked in from outside.

He looked to be in his thirties, and was very well-maintained, but there was a hint of meanness in his eyes.

Looking at the mess in the room, the woman frowned.