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

Completely unaware of her surroundings, she timidly looked at him, her small face glowing white in the dim light of the room.

Inside the cramped earthen house, she was like a snow lotus on a high mountain.

He was the one who met her first, so why should she marry Song Hanchuan instead of him?

The resentment and hatred in his heart were like a sharp knife, cutting him to pieces.

Pei Yun Chu's face, framed by armor, was as handsome as jade, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes, yet his eyes held a ruthless killing intent unique to a young general. The bright sunlight shone on his face, but it couldn't penetrate his deep eyes.

His dark eyes were gloomy.

He dismounted and strode towards Liu Zhiyi, his heavy boots making a soft cracking sound as they trod on the dry grass.

Liu Zhiyi stared at him warily.

“Pei Yun Chu, my marriage to Song Han Chuan was arranged by imperial decree, and the whole world knows it; it is an unchangeable fact.”

The man stopped in his tracks, anger flashing in his eyes. His sinister gaze was incredibly obsessive, and at that moment, Liu Zhiyi had the illusion of seeing Jiang Xuan Yan.

"So what if it's an imperial edict? Once you're dead, Liu Zhiyi will be gone from this world, and everything will be resolved, won't it?"

As he spoke, a look of madness surged in his eyes.

Liu Zhiyi's pupils dilated.

Is it true?

A chill, mixed with intense anger, surged up her spine, heading straight for the top of Liu Zhiyi's head. Her lips trembled slightly, and her nails dug deep into her flesh.

"You...want to kill me?"

The other person lifted their foot and walked towards her again, their eyes filled with barely suppressed madness and a tenderness that could drown a person.

Two extreme emotions appeared simultaneously on his usually unruly and arrogant face, making him look completely divided, and even inexplicably somewhat ferocious.

"How could I kill you? In my heart, you are more important than my own life. How could I bear to kill you? But I... can't just watch you marry someone else."

He reached out his hand, coaxing in a low, husky voice.

"Little Yi, come back to me, okay?"

"You know I had no other choice but to resort to this. But don't worry, even if it can't be brought into the light, I can assure you that you will be the only one for me in this life."

Liu Zhiyi really couldn't look at this crazy thing.

He wants to lock her up and imprison her.

The autumn sky darkens early, and now the light has turned a pale orange-yellow.

The branches behind me swayed gently in the autumn wind, and the golden leaves made a rhythmic "pat-pat" sound.

Liu Zhiyi rode on horseback, her slender body like a newly sprouted bud, her shoulders and back ramrod straight, like a pine or bamboo.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and the warm light shone on her, as if gilding her light purple figure with a golden halo.

Her pert nose gleamed with a warm glow, and her delicate, almost radiant face had a cool, aloof quality. Paired with her sharp almond-shaped eyes, she looked like a proud and unyielding general.

She lacked the gentle charm of an ordinary woman, yet possessed a captivating allure that could seduce at first glance.

For the first time, Pei Yun Chu felt a strong urge towards a woman. Before, when he visited brothels, he saw those men with spineless bodies, looking at the women in the brothels with infatuated expressions like lapdogs.

He always scorned it and considered it shameful.

I never want to end up like that myself.

The wind was quite strong by the cliff, blowing her waist-length hair that draped over her shoulders. It also ruffled a strand of hair at the temple.

Pei Yun Chu's fingertips twirled slightly, and as if possessed, he wanted to step forward and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Even though the woman opposite him was looking at him coldly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

In the instant he lost his focus, a gust of wind struck his face.

He snapped to attention, and in the instant he looked up, he retaliated with a backhand strike, only to be met with Liu Zhiyi's chilling gaze and the icy sword she wielded as she leaped into the air.

She actually knows light-footed kung fu, and she wields a sword so well?

Pei Yun Chu was momentarily careless and found herself somewhat outmatched. She staggered back a few steps before finally regaining her footing.

A sense of relief welled up in his eyes as he looked at the girl who used to only know how to put on a show, now as sharp as a newly drawn blade, and a surge of warmth rose in his heart.

"Hahaha, as expected of my woman, Pei Yun Chu's woman, her skills have improved so much in just three years."

Liu Zhiyi's lips twitched, her eyes growing even colder. The short dagger flashed, leaving almost a blur. Pei Yun Chu hurriedly dodged, but was forced to retreat step by step.

We have to take this seriously.

After exchanging blows for more than ten rounds, Pei Yun Chu took a few steps back in fear, her eyes wide with disbelief, her chest heaving violently with anger.

Where are you going to swing your knife?

Liu Zhiyi snorted coldly, too lazy to even reply, and made another move. Each move was completely unpredictable, yet her movements were fluid and graceful, making it impossible for Pei Yun Chu to predict what her next move would be.

As she swung her dagger at his groin for the third time, Pei Yun Chu quickly retreated more than ten steps away from Liu Zhi Yi, angrily saying...

"You...you woman, are you a psychopath?"

Is it normal for someone to be unable to look at other men just because they fell in love with a eunuch?

He saw it all clearly; her every move was ruthless and showed no mercy whatsoever.

Is she still a woman?

At that moment, Pei Yun Chu felt a surge of anger rising rapidly in her chest, rushing straight to her bones. Her eyes suddenly sharpened, and she used all her strength to parry the attack.

The disparity in strength between men and women, coupled with the fact that her opponent was a seasoned war god general, meant that Liu Zhiyi quickly found herself struggling once things got serious.

The hand between my thumb and forefinger went numb from the shock and I lost all feeling in it.

As the opponent's sword swung down again, Liu Zhiyi's arm trembled so badly she could barely hold the sword. She gritted her teeth and tried her best, but she still couldn't lift the sword.

At the critical moment, an arrow came flying through the air.

"Pfft-"

Caught off guard, Pei Yun Chu could not dodge in time and could only try to avoid vital points.

Finally, the arrow pierced the part of his shoulder bone that was not covered by his armor, embedding itself into his flesh.

Bright red blood gushed out and splattered onto Liu Zhiyi's face, which was not far away.

Her porcelain-white face was adorned with large patches of red plum blossoms, adding a unique and vibrant touch to her otherwise simple attire, making her so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

For a moment, Pei Yun Chu forgot the pain and his own injuries, his gaze following her face intently until he saw her almond-shaped eyes wide open, bursting with intense joy.

He suddenly woke up with a start, hearing hurried footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, he heard the man say, with lingering fear,

"My wife, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Liu Zhiyi's face blossomed into a radiant smile, more beautiful than the lotus flowers of summer or the crabapple blossoms of autumn.

She smiled and shook her head, her whole being as joyful as a butterfly fluttering in the air, lightly flapping her nimble wings as she gracefully ran towards the back.

Pei Yun Chu quickly regained her senses.

Just as Liu Zhiyi was about to pass him, he swiftly grabbed her and rushed towards the edge of the cliff with her.