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

Pei Yun Chu paused in her drinking, frowning slightly in confusion.

“I said, he’s a hypocrite.”

"No, it's the previous sentence."

Pei Yun Chu: ? ? ?

"You said that Song Hanchuan stole your girlfriend? Tell me in detail what happened and when it occurred."

Jiang Xuan Yan's expression remained indifferent.

But Pei Yun Chu noticed that his hands were clenched tightly under his sleeves, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his eyes were flashing with an urgent light that he could not hide.

My dizzy mind gradually cleared up.

Without delay, he described in detail what he had seen at the Crown Prince's residence that night.

She didn't forget to curse Song Hanchuan through gritted teeth.

“Wang Xiaoyi protected him so much, even poisoning me for his sake, which caused me to be unconscious in bed for half a month.”

"But what about him? After hearing about Xiao Yi's passing, he only showed sadness in his eyes, and then acted as if nothing had happened, focusing all his attention on being the Prime Minister."

Holding absolute power, enjoying boundless glory.

Completely forgot about Xiaoyi. Humph, no wonder people say that the most affectionate are often lowly butchers, while the most heartless are often scholars.

In his view, this phrase perfectly describes Song Hanchuan. Liu Zhiyi must have been blind to have defended him.

Jiang Xuan Yan paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

At that moment, he finally understood where that strange feeling from before came from.

"So that's how it is, that's how it is."

"What a fine Song Hanchuan! He's truly... excellent. He even managed to fool me."

He then recounted how the two young women had evaded the emperor's net of justice for three years, making it impossible for him to find them.

It turns out that Song Hanchuan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was protecting them!

No wonder he tricked him before leaving; he wanted to trip him up so he could get away completely.

That's a brilliant plan.

Unfortunately, now that he knows all this, all his efforts are in vain.

Jiang Xuan Yan's eyes were slightly moist as he smiled, and the corners of his eyes were red and wild, making it unclear whether he was overjoyed or furious.

He suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a sinister and sharp light, like a king in the forest, making people dare not look him in the eye, his eyes filled with determination to win.

Those eyes, which had been calm and still as a well, suddenly burst forth with boundless vitality and sharpness.

"Sanfu, immediately draft an imperial edict: Song Hanchuan is suspected of treason and collusion with the enemy; a nationwide warrant for his arrest is hereby issued. Distribute his portrait to all government offices as quickly as possible."

"Furthermore, gather manpower; I will personally go to arrest them."

Sanfu was greatly alarmed. "Your Majesty, please reconsider! What will happen to the court if you leave like this?"

The man stood calmly in the hall, his magnificent black robe accentuating his imposing presence.

The bright sunlight shone in dappled patterns on his fair profile, reflecting countless soft rays of light.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, combined with his sharply defined features, made him appear like a celestial being, not to be profaned.

He slowly raised an eyebrow.

"General Pei is a pillar of our Jiang Kingdom. I am very reassured to entrust him with the affairs of the court."

Sanfu was almost in tears.

With General Pei's dimwitted mind, can we really trust him to manage the vast Jiang Kingdom?

Pei Yun Chu: ? ? ?

"Ah Yan, what do you mean by that? No, wait a minute, I..."

Before Pei Yun Chu could react to what had happened, Jiang Xuan Yan had already vanished in an instant.

"Sanfu, what did His Majesty mean by what he just said? Where is he rushing off to in such a hurry?"

Sanfu took a deep breath, thinking that he couldn't stop the Emperor, but he absolutely couldn't let Pei Yunchu escape again, otherwise, the court would really be in chaos.

Then, he put on his signature smile.

"General Pei, please sit down. Let me explain the whole story to you."

Finally, it's unclear how Sanfu tricked Pei Yun Chu, but half an hour later, Pei Yun Chu emerged from the imperial study and assumed the important responsibility of overseeing the country.

……

As soon as Song Hanchuan left the palace, he took a carriage out of the city, and then changed into a well-prepared steed in the suburbs of the capital, galloping all the way to the ferry.

Working tirelessly day and night, they finally arrived at their best friend's courtyard on the seventh night.

Without disturbing anyone else, he washed away the dust of his journey, tiptoed into Liu Zhiyi's room, lifted the curtain, and slipped inside.

Liu Zhiyi wasn't wearing pants when she suddenly felt a pair of cold thighs wrapped around her legs, which startled her awake.

Then she found herself encircled by a pair of strong arms, with a broad chest pressed against her back.

The air was filled with the familiar scent of a man, enveloping her completely.

Suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears.

She quickly turned around and threw herself into the man's arms with all her might. Three years of longing turned into tears of lovesickness, which soaked the front of Song Hanchuan's clothes.

"Little Yi, don't cry. It's all my fault. I'm late."

Song Hanchuan's voice was gentle and tender, like the warm winter sun, the summer breeze, or an inconspicuous feather, softly brushing against Liu Zhiyi's heart.

It stirred countless ripples in her calm heart.

"You bad guy, so you finally know how to come home?"

Song Hanchuan felt a sense of comfort. After nearly twenty years, he finally had a home again.

Song Hanchuan's eyes widened, he curled his lips, closed his eyes, and buried his head in Liu Zhiyi's collarbone.

He inhaled the woman's pleasant scent almost greedily, tightening his grip on her hand.

He held the woman's soft, slender waist tightly, pulling her body closer and closer to his, as if he wanted to merge the woman in his arms into his own body.

For three years, he has been constantly thinking about the woman in his arms, almost to the point of madness.

Now that his beloved is in his arms, his heart is finally at peace, making him feel incredibly secure and happy.

"It's all my fault. I'll accept whatever punishment Xiaoyi wants to give me."

The person in her arms chuckled.

"You said it yourself, so... hehe, I'll have to be very polite then."

As she spoke, she propped herself up and deftly stripped Song Hanchuan's upper body naked as well, her soft hands roaming freely over Song Hanchuan's bare body.

The firm muscles, the smooth lines, the cool and delicate touch—all of this made Liu Zhiyi drool.

Song Hanchuan's heart trembled slightly.

He felt incredibly fortunate that he still had this handsome appearance, which could please the girl he loved.

He gently pinched the tip of her nose, his tone filled with doting affection and a hint of indulgence.

"Little pervert."

In the darkness, Liu Zhiyi pouted smugly.

"What's wrong with me touching my own man?"

A low chuckle escaped the man's chest. "Okay, you can touch them all, but please, I..."

He wanted to say that he also wanted to please his woman.

Furthermore, in matters of the bedchamber, it is the man's responsibility to exert himself; how can the woman be expected to constantly toil and serve him?

Moreover, over the past three years, he has consulted a lot of materials and finally developed a set of techniques.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

His brow furrowed unconsciously. Would Xiaoyi think he was being too rash by asking such a question?