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

How could he, as the prime minister with a lifetime of illustrious reputation, not see that this kind of woman was a femme fatale?

She was no match for Xiaoyi.

Pei Yun Chu rode his horse all the way, and in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he arrived at the west side of the city.

He didn't need to bother looking for it.

Song Hanchuan made a huge fuss, and simply walked towards the crowd to find the place.

Looking up, Pei Yun Chu saw the two gilded characters "Shen Mansion" engraved on the gate plaque. Without thinking much, she casually tossed the horse reins to her attendant and strode across the threshold.

"Hey, looks like I've arrived at the right time. Everyone's here."

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Pei Yun Chu said in a nonchalant tone.

At the head of the table, Shen Ningzhu and Liu Zhiyi were lying on the mahogany table in front of them, looking happily at the dowry list that was dozens of meters long in their hands.

On the other side, Song Hanchuan sat stiffly, a hint of caution in his eyes.

The morning light shone on him, enveloping him in a soft halo.

He always dressed simply, and this was the first time he had worn a bright red robe. The vibrant color made him look even more like a precious gem, a handsome and refined gentleman.

Xiaoyi has said many times that she loves gold and silver jewelry the most, and she doesn't know if today's betrothal gift will suit her taste.

The sudden sound made him frown and turn to look at the person who had come. Shen Ningzhu and the other person also slowly raised their heads.

The two best friends exchanged a glance, hesitant to speak.

Pei Yun Chu strode in and sat down in the lower seat, directly facing Song Han Chuan.

From beginning to end, she didn't spare a single glance for her two best friends. Instead, from the moment she entered the room, her gaze was fixed on Song Hanchuan, her expression cold and sinister.

Shen Ningzhu was stunned for a moment.

She knew that Pei Yun Chu had liked Xiao Yi before, and thought he was here to cause trouble. But now that he saw Xiao Yi come back to life, he ignored her and instead stared intently at Song Han Chuan.

Could it be that something happened during the three years they were gone that they don't know about?

He secretly winked at Liu Zhiyi.

Their eyes questioned, "What's going on?" The two of them...

Shen Ningzhu's eyes darted around furtively, and she made an ambiguous gesture with her two thumbs, which made Liu Zhiyi's lips twitch involuntarily. She glared at her best friend with annoyance.

Song Hanchuan isn't blind; he wouldn't be interested in Pei Yun Chu.

Now, Shen Ningzhu was a little confused. If it wasn't true, then why did he come here with the air of catching someone in the act, and look at Song Hanchuan with the eyes of someone looking at a faithless man?

Song Hanchuan's expression was rather unpleasant.

"What are you here for?"

"Oh, nothing else, I just wanted to see what kind of woman you'd spend all your money to marry, and whether she's worthy of serving Xiaoyi her foot bath."

The man, seemingly spineless, leaned back in the carved mahogany chair, displaying the image of a spoiled and roguish playboy, and spoke lazily.

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent.

"that……"

Shen Ningzhu wanted to ask this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes if he had figured out who Song Hanchuan was marrying today.

The imperial edict clearly and explicitly bore Liu Zhiyi's name.

Or you can just look up.

Unfortunately, he had barely opened his mouth and uttered two words when he was met with a barrage of harsh shouts from the other party.

"Shut up! Do you think you, a woman, have the right to interrupt when I'm talking to this guy surnamed Song?"

"..."

???

Shen Ningzhu laughed in exasperation.

Fine, fine, serves you right for not being able to win Xiaoyi's heart. With your brain-dead attitude, you're destined to be single forever.

Today was a special day for him and Xiaoyi, and Song Hanchuan didn't want anything to go wrong. With a flick of his finger, Qingyun strode forward.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Pei Yun Chu.

"General Pei, please leave. You are not welcome here."

Pei Yun Chu scoffed coldly, leaned back in the armchair, and casually crossed her legs. One corner of her lips curled up, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

His tone instantly turned cold.

"Song Hanchuan, I've said it before, Xiaoyi's body is barely cold. If she were to find out that you've married someone else, she would be devastated. How can you bear to make her sad?"

"I don't care, you must cancel the engagement today, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Song Hanchuan smiled, a faint smile, yet it gave Pei Yun Chu a strange sense of oppression.

"How are you going to be rude?"

Pei Yun Chu was about to blurt out that she would personally smash everything here when she suddenly remembered that this was an imperial decree bestowing a marriage upon her.

What does a three-year-old toddler know about a marriage decree?

It's clearly someone surnamed Song who, taking advantage of his position, arranged this marriage for himself.

That damned Song Hanchuan, he actually tricked him.

He was furious, but he couldn't openly defy the imperial decree, so he had to suppress his anger and find another way to resolve the issue. Therefore, he patiently and earnestly explained...

"Song Hanchuan, Xiaoyi loved you so much when she was alive. Even if you want to marry someone else, don't do it now. At least wait until Xiaoyi finishes her three-year mourning period and is reincarnated."

Liu Zhiyi took a deep breath in the corner, stood up, and said,

"I'm sorry, I'm perfectly fine, so you don't need to worry about me."

"If there's nothing else, please..."

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Yun Chu rushed over like a cannonball and gave her a tight hug.

"Small... small..."

"Pei Yun Chu, let me go."

"No, I won't let go, even if it kills me. Xiaoyi, is it really you? Is it really you?"

"How could this be? How is this possible? I must be dreaming. Xiaoyi is still alive. You're really still alive?"

Pei Yun Chu felt as if she were walking on clouds, her mind completely blank, as if she were dreaming.

All I could hear was a buzzing sound.

But the soft touch in his arms and the woman's familiar fragrance felt incredibly real.

At this moment, he finally realized that his Xiaoyi was still alive and well, standing right in front of him.

The joy of finding what he had lost completely overwhelmed him at that moment. The beauty he had longed for was now truly back by his side.

He secretly made a vow in his heart.

This time, he would rather die than let go.

He wanted her to be his dignified general's wife, the future mistress of the Marquis's mansion. He wanted to personally request an imperial title for her, promising her a lifetime of devotion and growing old together.

He didn't notice at all that the woman in his arms had a cold face and eyes full of disdain.

She was raising her hand to push him away.

Then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from not far away.

When Lady Hou heard from her servants that her son was going to cause a scene when the Prime Minister was proposing marriage, she nearly fainted from anger.

While cursing the misfortune of his family, he summoned his servants to come and prepare to tie the person up and take them back.

To my surprise, this is what I saw as soon as I entered.

The son, who had been lifeless and listless for three years, was now tightly embracing a woman, his face beaming with happiness.

Ah this...

What kind of extraordinary woman could break the curse of that lowly maid and allow her son, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, to stand up again, radiating a dazzling light?

He must be quite capable.

Since that's the case, it's fine to let her in.