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

In Jiang Kingdom, boys and girls are not allowed to sit together after the age of seven. Even if they are siblings who have not seen each other for many years and have a close relationship, they should not behave like this in front of outsiders.

What kind of system?

Fortunately, he hadn't spoken yet. If he had actually married this woman who had no sense of propriety, wouldn't his son's green hat have grown higher and higher every day?

The key issue is that the other party is the high-ranking and powerful prime minister, so they can't even seek justice and can only swallow this injustice in silence.

No, she absolutely wouldn't allow that to happen.

"Madam Hou, why don't you say anything?"

Liu Zhiyi called out again in a sweet voice, a charming smile on her face.

Lady Hou felt a chill run down her spine, instinctively shuddered, and stammered,

"No, I, it's just..."

"Hmm? What foreign language is Madam speaking? I don't understand. By the way, is Madam here to propose marriage to the Prime Minister's residence?"

I told you, General Pei wasn't avoiding me at all; he was clearly playing hard to get, but my brother wouldn't believe me.

“You see, I didn’t go to the city gate today, and he couldn’t wait to send the Lady of the Marquis to our house to find out what’s going on.”

Lady Hou looked constipated.

Where did this country bumpkin come from? A young lady like her, yet she's even more shameless than that Liu Zhiyi from before. She keeps bringing up marriage; doesn't she know what modesty is?

Also, what do you mean by his son playing hard to get?

No, the more Lady Hou looked at this woman, the less she liked her, and she felt that this marriage needed to be reconsidered.

He hurriedly made up an excuse and quickly left the Prime Minister's residence.

Liu Zhiyi pouted.

"Leaving so soon?"

"There's really no challenge at all. Oh well, it's better if they leave, saving us time. By the way, husband, weren't Jinxiu and Huanian supposed to be coming to the manor today?"

"Why haven't they arrived yet? Could something have happened to them on the way?"

Song Hanchuan comforted him,

"Perhaps something happened on the way that delayed them. Don't worry, I'll send someone to meet them right away."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, and a man in black appeared in front of them, kneeling on one knee before Song Hanchuan and Liu Zhiyi.

"Take some men to pick up Qingfeng."

"Yes."

Not long after the man in black left, a commotion came from the courtyard. Liu Zhiyi quickly ran out of the flower hall and saw Qingfeng walking in with one child on his shoulders and another in his arms, looking miserable.

"Godmother, godmother—"

"Godfather, godmother."

The two little ones waved excitedly at her.

Liu Zhiyi was also very happy, but at the same time, she felt a little complicated. The child was still young and had gotten used to being away from his mother for a short time.

They ate, drank, played, laughed, and frolicked, completely unaware that their mothers were living in dire straits.

A letter arrived from Song Hanchuan's men, saying that the Emperor's side was guarded like an iron barrel, and the news that they were alive had not yet reached Shen Ningzhu's ears.

This made her extremely anxious, but she had no other choice.

Looking at the happy siblings, she could only sigh and say, "It's so good to be a child. You don't understand anything, you don't know anything, and you don't have to worry about anything."

"Why are you so late? Haven't seen your godmother for days, have you missed her? Come here, let your godmother give you a hug."

"Yay, yay, godmother, hug me."

Qingfeng replied, "I bought some candied hawthorns and such on the way, which caused the delay."

Shen Huanian also pouted, hugging Liu Zhiyi's leg and whining, "I want my godmother to hug me too."

Before she could finish speaking, her small body was already pulled into Song Hanchuan's arms.

"Your godmother has already worked so hard carrying you, how about letting your godfather carry you instead?"

Shen Huanian groaned inwardly.

The tonic, my godfather is decisive and efficient in the court, and he often has a stern face. No one is afraid of him.

Privately, his godfather was extremely strict when he taught him, and he was afraid of this godfather who had suddenly appeared.

Today, he finally had a day off, and all he wanted to do was yell, shout, and jump around.

Can't you be a little more discerning and stay away from godfathers?

Wuwuwu~~~

"What's wrong? Is your godfather holding you uncomfortable?"

"Huh? Oh, no, Godfather's hug is the most comfortable."

"That's good."

Song Hanchuan glanced meaningfully at Shen Huanian, who was nestled in his arms with her head hunched over, before turning his gaze to Liu Zhiyi's face.

Seeing that the gloom between her brows dissipated somewhat with the arrival of the two children, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The green wind behind it turned into lemon essence.

These two rascals, one is cunning and the other is a troublemaker. They are secretly wicked and make him want to die, but now they are pretending to be soft, cute and obedient.

It was just that last time, I used the little girl as a shield, and she tormented him for almost a month.

Don't they realize that if their own father hadn't been so unethical and indiscriminately killed innocent people, would he have resorted to such ruthless methods?

……

At the same time, in a small courtyard in Luoshui Town, Jiang Xuan Yan looked at Shen Ningzhu, who was lying on the bed, barely breathing and emaciated. He felt both heartache and anger, and coldly ordered,

"Get up and eat."

Shen Ningzhu kept her eyes tightly closed and remained motionless.

A month has passed, from the sweltering summer to the crisp autumn air. She has attempted to assassinate Jiang Xuan Yan countless times, but the facts have proven that she is nothing but a useless piece of trash.

Their limited cleverness is utterly insignificant in the face of overwhelming force.

For more than half a month, she disregarded everything and did things that would harm the enemy by eight hundred while also losing a thousand of her own, but unfortunately, she still didn't hurt the other party in the slightest.

Time flies by.

She was utterly desperate and wanted to commit suicide, but she was kept under tight surveillance, and even the desire to die was a luxury.

The guilt and self-blame tormented her day and night. She began to lie in bed with her eyes closed, refusing to eat or drink, and remained unmoved no matter how Jiang Xuan Yan ordered her.

One day, two days.

Today is the third day. My mind is starting to feel foggy, and my consciousness is gradually becoming blurred.

She thought, it would be better to just die like this.

This was never her body, never her dynasty, never her destiny. If she died, perhaps everything could be set right, and everyone could return to their rightful place.

Jiang Xuan Yan's voice trembled as he looked at the abnormal gray-white between her brows.

"Shen Ningzhu, get up for me."

"Did you hear that, Shen Ningzhu? You dare to try and die."

The person in bed didn't respond at all, and Jiang Xuan Yan was now completely terrified.

He picked up Shen Ningzhu without hesitation, his voice trembling as he said, "Zhuzhu, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you. I'll tell you the truth. Can you eat something?"

The person on the bed remained motionless.

"They're not dead, they're alive and well."

The person on the bed paused for a moment, and after a long while, slowly opened their heavy eyelids, and their empty gaze gradually regained focus.

"What you...you're telling the truth."

"Ah."

It's all his fault for being blinded by anger at the time, which led him to be tricked by that jade-faced fox, Song Hanchuan.

He foolishly accepted the bet, and by the time he realized it, he was already in a bind. He had hurt Shen Ningzhu and was exhausted both physically and mentally. Fortunately, it's not too late to make amends.

For the first time in his life, Jiang Xuan Yan lowered his proud head.