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

Song Hanchuan turned his head and whispered something to Qingyun. Qingyun bowed slightly to him and then left.

He returned shortly afterward with several servants.

The servants beside him carried a guqin (a seven-stringed zither), and a maid carried a jade flute with a smooth, lustrous surface on a tray.

Further on, a string of maids carried white jade and glass incense burners, a dozen or so exquisite and delicate pastries, and a dozen or so glass cups filled with various freshly squeezed juices.

It seems that everything was prepared according to Liu Zhiyi's preferences.

The servants placed the zither carefully and gently lit the incense burner. Instantly, wisps of fragrance wafted from the pear-leaf curtains, filling the air.

Qingyun then took out the jade flute and presented it to Song Hanchuan with both hands.

Song Hanchuan reached out and took it, raising his eyebrows at Liu Zhiyi with a smile.

Liu Zhiyi's eyes lit up. "You can play the flute?"

Song Hanchuan nodded noncommittally.

"I am not very talented, and I only know a little bit about this. I am far inferior to you. Therefore, I dare not show off. I only dare to make a fool of myself in front of my wife. I hope you will not find me unworthy."

Liu Zhiyi smiled, pursing her lips.

"So... what kind of music do you like?"

Song Hanchuan pursed his lips, parted his thin lips slightly, and said softly, "To whom do these fragments of longing belong?"

Finally, he smiled gently and added, "I was also present at the palace banquet that day."

Liu Zhiyi was taken aback.

Little did she know, there was such a past between them. No wonder his gaze towards her was so bright when they first met at the alley entrance.

"it is good."

Song Hanchuan chuckled, "Please, Madam."

Liu Zhiyi smiled back at him, sat down in front of the zither, and the maid Yun'er noticed that the sun was a bit too bright. She immediately rolled her eyes, found a piece of light gauze, and gently draped it over Liu Zhiyi's head.

Liu Zhiyi slowly plucked the strings a few times, adjusting the sound, and quickly found her rhythm. Then, a familiar melody flowed gently from her fingertips.

Despite it being their first collaboration, they worked together seamlessly, their voices as harmonious as a zither, leaving all the maids with starry eyes and expressions of envy.

As the song ended, it seemed as if only the two of them remained in the world. Reluctantly, they withdrew their hands, their eyes burning with passion, their brows filled with deep affection.

At this moment, the steward stepped forward and said that the palace had sent precious medicinal herbs, and asked Song Hanchuan how he wanted to deal with them.

Song Hanchuan pursed his lips and curved the corners of his lips slightly. He looked at Liu Zhiyi and parted his thin lips slightly.

"These matters can be discussed with Madam. From now on, all matters concerning the household will be decided by Madam."

Liu Zhiyi blushed slightly and went downstairs with the butler to handle the matter. After everyone left, only Song Hanchuan in his wheelchair and Qingyun beside him remained in the entire wisteria grove.

At this moment, a tall, dark figure walked in from outside the archway, stood in front of Song Hanchuan, and stared down at him.

His face was extremely cold, his eyes were filled with dark undercurrents, his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves, his knuckles were slightly white, and his whole arm was trembling slightly.

"Song Hanchuan, you despicable man, you did it on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately let me see the two of you playing music together so that I would back down. You really have a deep mind."

"Let me tell you, Xiaoyi dislikes people who are scheming and hates it even more when others deceive or plot against her. Your actions just now have touched on her taboos."

"Tell me, if I told her all this, do you think she would still be so deeply in love with you?"

Pei Yun Chu sat down opposite Song Han Chuan with a swagger, legs wide open, in a carefree and unrestrained posture, her eyes filled with smugness, and she spoke with absolute certainty.

Song Hanchuan's lips gradually tightened, his eyes slowly lost their warmth, and his gaze towards Pei Yun Chu was tinged with murderous intent.

He gave a faint hum, then took a deep breath and said in a calm tone,

"I considered your Pei family's loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, and did not intend to exterminate you. However, you have gone so far as to seek death. Since that is the case, then you cannot blame me."

Pei Yun Chu also snorted coldly.

"You? Hahahaha."

"He's just a petty, pedantic man who only knows how to scheme and plot. He climbed to the position of prime minister by relying on his limited knowledge and his flattery."

"Unlike my Marquis's family, which rose to prominence through genuine military achievements and has been a military family for generations, we have always relied solely on our strength."

"Besides, A-Yan and I have a life-or-death bond. You think you can stir up trouble and harm my entire Pei family? That's a huge joke."

"Then you try?"

"I'll fight you to the end. Do you really think this general is afraid of you? The outcome is still uncertain."

Their gazes met in mid-air, and for a moment, tensions rose and sparks flew.

Just then, a woman's clear voice came from behind him, "Song Hanchuan, it's getting late, you should go back to change your dressing and take your medicine."

Just as they turned the corner, they saw Pei Yun Chu sitting opposite Song Han Chuan with an air of superiority.

Her pupils dilated instantly, and she quickly ran over, spreading her arms like a mother hen to protect Song Hanchuan.

My chest heaved violently with tension.

"What are you doing here? Someone, come and protect your master!"

Pei Yunchu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Qingyun was no longer by Song Hanchuan's side. Song Hanchuan, who had been sitting upright, was now slumped in his wheelchair, his hair ornament askew and his hair disheveled.

Her chest and the hem of her robe were wrinkled, and she was breathing heavily, looking weak and helpless, as if she had been bullied terribly, as she lay by the wheelchair.

Her wet eyes stared longingly at Liu Zhiyi, but she bit her lip and remained silent, her expression one of suppressed resentment.

Pei Yun Chu almost flew into a rage.

This hypocrite, this scheming man, his inner thoughts are like an old sow wearing a bra, one scheme after another, it's infuriating!

How could there be such a shameless man in this world? He is utterly shameless, the most shameless of all.

Pei Yun Chu, with her fiery temper, couldn't stand this kind of humiliation. She immediately flew into a rage and swung her fist, as big as a sandbag, at Song Han Chuan.

Before his hand could even touch a corner of the other person's clothes, it was blocked by Liu Zhiyi.

In the end, the matter devolved into a battle of wits between him and Liu Zhiyi. Pei Yun Chu was so angry he was about to vomit blood.

"Xiaoyi, let me explain. This was all orchestrated by that hypocrite. When he heard that I had come to your residence to request an audience, he deliberately had people stop me from seeing you."

"He then took the opportunity to invite you to play together, using the sounds of the zither and flute to lure me over, deliberately putting on a show of deep affection in front of me, with the aim of provoking me into a fight, so that you would hate me. You must not fall for his trick, Xiaoyi."

Liu Zhiyi paused in her sword-wielding hand, then calmly withdrew it and uttered an "oh".

Upon seeing this, Song Hanchuan froze, and Pei Yunchu also stood there stunned.

"Xiaoyi, what did you mean by 'oh' just now?"

Is it...

Liu Zhiyi glanced indifferently at Song Hanchuan, whose face was deathly pale, and then turned her gaze to Pei Yunchu.