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

Liu Zhiyi took a deep breath, forcefully pulled out the dagger, and stabbed it into Pei Yun Chu's chest again.

But this time, he caught it with his bare hands.

Liu Zhiyi was shocked and tried to pull it out, but he held it firmly, and the dagger did not move an inch in his hand.

Blood was gushing from her palm, but he ignored it. With a sudden exertion of force, Liu Zhiyi felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and then he released the pressure.

With a "clink," the dagger fell to the ground, making a metallic clanging sound.

Before he could react, his hands were already twisted behind his back, and he stumbled, forced to the ground in a disheveled state.

Warm air came from behind my ear.

The man's voice was icy, his words like the flicking of a viper's tongue, his tone filled with barely suppressed disappointment.

"Xiaoyi, I gave you a chance."

"Since you are so heartless, then you can't blame me. Remember this, Liu Zhiyi, you forced me into this. I didn't want things to happen today; you forced me into it."

Liu Zhiyi naturally understood the meaning behind her words, and an overwhelming sense of fear welled up in her heart.

She gasped for breath, her eyes gradually reddening, and through clenched teeth, she spoke slowly and deliberately, filled with resentment.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead."

A deep sadness filled the man's eyes.

"Insult? My love for you is just an insult in your eyes? Liu Zhiyi, since you say so, then let's torture each other like this for the rest of our lives."

Her petite body was pinned beneath the man, his large, blood-stained hand gently caressing Liu Zhiyi's neck.

Liu Zhiyi was forced to stand with her back to the man in a humiliating position, enduring his touch.

The large hand that roamed over her body was like a cold, venomous snake; wherever it passed, it made her tremble uncontrollably, and countless goosebumps rose all over her body.

Feeling disgusted.

She clenched her hands tightly, enduring it all, when the other person lifted their lips to bury in the back of her neck, a sudden chill rose in their eyes.

His head snapped back, the back of his head slamming into the other man's nose. He heard the man's pained cry behind his ear, and then a swift elbow strike landed squarely on the wound in the other man's chest.

In an instant, the man's body swayed and he fell onto the grass beside him. Blood gushed out as if a gaping hole had been opened in his chest.

Blood was flowing continuously from both nostrils.

The opportunity was fleeting, so Liu Zhiyi quickly got up, ready to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Just then, the sound of countless footsteps came from not far away.

Liu Zhiyi paused, then suddenly looked up. Upon seeing who it was, tears welled up in her eyes. At that moment, she could no longer suppress her fear and grievances.

He threw down the dagger and charged at the approaching person without a second thought.

"Song Hanchuan, why are you only arriving now?"

Upon witnessing this scene, the man's temples bulged with veins, and he felt a heartache so intense he could hardly breathe.

He quickly ran towards Liu Zhiyi, letting the woman rush into his arms and throw herself into his embrace.

Following the momentum, I spun her around twice in my arms, and finally my legs gave way, and I fell onto the lawn.

As he fell, just like when he fell off a cliff, he pressed Liu Zhiyi's head firmly against his chest, using his other hand to protect her waist.

I'll be her human cushion.

As the two fell to the ground, a muffled groan escaped their noses.

Qingyun, who was following behind him, watched this scene with her heart in her throat.

Seeing that Song Hanchuan remained silent, he dared not disturb the two any further. He quickly ordered his men to take Pei Yun Chu, who was lying there like a dead dog, away. Before long, he and everyone else disappeared without a trace.

Over here, Liu Zhiyi, still shaken, clung to Song Hanchuan's arms, crying uncontrollably with snot and tears streaming down her face.

The moon-white brocade robe was soaked with tears, and the cloud patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads on the overlapping collar were blurred by snot and tears, making them unrecognizable.

Song Hanchuan lowered his eyes slightly and did not make a sound, but gently stroked her thin back again and again without getting tired.

The familiar yet subtle scent of pine completely enveloped her, and only then did Liu Zhiyi feel at ease.

Sobbing, she said, "Song Hanchuan, my cloak is gone."

After a long while, a gentle male voice came from above, saying, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, my dear. When we get home, your husband will personally make you the best fox fur coat in the world."

He didn't ask how she had spent those days, nor did he ask if anything had happened between her and Pei Yun Chu.

He gently stroked her back with tenderness, countless times, until the crying in his arms gradually subsided and his breathing became even. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The chill in his eyes gradually spread, and his gentle face radiated a cold light.

Song Hanchuan tilted his head slightly and gave a look to the side. Immediately, someone appeared, holding a thin blanket, and quickly stepped forward to carefully cover the two of them.

Then they quietly retreated.

After living in fear for so long, Liu Zhiyi finally relaxed and fell asleep, sleeping until the stars filled the sky and the moon rose above the willow branches.

When she woke up, she was startled.

"I……"

Realizing that she had been lying on top of Song Hanchuan for several hours, Liu Zhiyi was immediately filled with remorse. She hurriedly got up and kept apologizing.

"How are you? Is your body numb from being pressed down? Can you still move?"

"It's nothing, I'll be fine after moving around a bit."

Song Hanchuan smiled gently at her, his face, which was originally as cold and aloof as the moon in the sky and the pine tree on the cliff, now showing tenderness.

This is the expression she only shows when facing Liu Zhiyi, a tenderness unique to Liu Zhiyi.

Their eyes met, and Liu Zhiyi's eyes welled up with tears, almost spilling over again.

"Don't cry, your husband is here."

Ignoring his stiffness and numbness, Song Hanchuan quickly sat up, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his warm fingertips, and leaned down to place a tender kiss on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

"Can you feel it? I'm here. You don't need to be afraid anymore. From now on, I'll protect you, okay?"

A gentle night breeze blew, and all around was quiet.

All that remained were the two of them breathing evenly and Pengpeng's heartbeat.

The bright moonlight shone on the man's pale skin, illuminating his features with perfect clarity. His long, narrow, dark eyes were filled with her reflection.

Liu Zhiyi sniffed, wanting to throw herself into the other person's arms again, but she also knew that it was chilly at night and that staying outside would easily catch a cold.

He then got up, blushing and embarrassed, and said...

"Come with me, I'll take you into the cave."

Song Hanchuan let her pull him up and followed her in one direction.

Along the way, Liu Zhiyi pursed her lips and asked, "By the way, do you have a place to settle the people you brought?"

"They will set up camp on their own; there's no need to worry about it."

Finally, Liu Zhiyi paused before mustering her courage to ask, "Then... is that person dead?"