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

"You go."

"Pei Yun Chu, you should leave."

Liu Zhiyi repeated the sentence in a flat, emotionless voice. Pei Yun Chu's face was filled with disbelief; he trembled with anger and pointed at Song Han Chuan, saying...

"It's obviously him..."

“It’s not acting.”

"..."

"My relationship with him is harmonious and loving; it is all based on genuine feelings, not pretense."

After a moment of silence, she added quietly,

"I thought that after what happened on the desert island, you would know that I truly wanted to kill you."

Pei Yun Chu's eyes reddened, and her upright body instantly hunched over, like a defeated rooster. Her once affectionate and captivating peach blossom eyes were now completely red.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and strained as he spoke.

"Xiaoyi, you were just angry for a moment, I don't blame you, I..."

"Shut up, you."

Liu Zhiyi rolled her eyes impatiently and interrupted him coldly.

"Do you have a right to blame me? You seriously injured my husband, kidnapped me to a deserted island, and even tried to imprison me. Isn't it only natural for me to kill you?"

In the end, Pei Yun Chu fled in disarray.

Liu Zhiyi's face turned frosty. She didn't look at Song Hanchuan and prepared to leave without turning back.

If she didn't know what was going on at first, she now understood.

A sense of panic welled up in Song Hanchuan's heart. He hurriedly grabbed Liu Zhiyi's wrist, just as he heard an indifferent voice from above.

"Let's apply the medicine first."

After saying that, she broke free from his grasp and left Bibo Garden without looking back.

Song Hanchuan's heart sank into an ice cellar. He knew in his heart that Liu Zhiyi was angry.

He panicked instantly, wanting to chase after her and explain that he would never dare to do it again, but he was also afraid that Liu Zhiyi was angry and wouldn't want to see him.

If he chases after her like this, she might become even more annoyed. What should he do then?

Song Hanchuan closed his eyes briefly and said in a hoarse voice,

"Qingyun, do you think Madam will forgive me this time? Or will she never want to see me again?"

Qingyun, who had somehow appeared behind Song Hanchuan, blinked helplessly, his face scrunched up in a frown. He scratched his head awkwardly and said uncertainly,

"I don't think so, do I?"

The things between men and women are too complicated; how could a single guy like him understand?

Song Hanchuan gave a wry smile, muttered "Never mind," and decided not to make things difficult for him.

That night, Song Hanchuan wanted to go to bed, but before he even got to the bed, his pillow flew towards him.

He caught it with lightning speed.

His thin lips twitched, and he was about to beg for mercy when a blanket flew towards him, followed by a mattress.

Song Hanchuan: ...

"Qingqing, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the curtains fell one by one, separating the two of them.

The words to explain were stuck in his throat.

Song Hanchuan took a deep breath and thought, "Fine, she's still willing to throw bedding at him, which means she cares about him. This is just her way of showing anger."

So he dared not say anything more, obediently made up the bedding, and lay down not far from the bed.

In the following days, Liu Zhiyi would carefully apply medicine to Song Hanchuan every day and supervise him to take his medicine on time, but other than that, she ignored him.

Song Hanchuan only dared to look at her with those pitiful eyes each time, drinking the extremely bitter medicine she fed him sip by sip, without daring to utter a sound.

Finally, five days later, Liu Zhiyi looked much better, and his health improved significantly.

Just when he thought he would have to sleep on the floor, a fair and delicate hand emerged from the light gauze curtain, and the slender fingers slowly lifted the tassel at his waist.

Crimson silk threads were wrapped around her delicate pink fingertips.

Song Hanchuan's breath hitched, and he slowly raised his head in disbelief, meeting the gaze of the person inside the tent through the layers of gauze curtains.

The woman lay on her side on the bed, one jade-like arm supporting her head, her watery almond eyes incredibly alluring, her gaze captivating.

With a gentle exertion, Song Hanchuan seemed to lose his balance and fell into the tent.

However, just as he was about to fall onto the woman, she turned to one side, lying on the bed with her knees bent, and one of her delicate feet firmly placed on his shoulder, preventing him from falling.

The woman slightly raised her eyelids, her alluring eyes displaying a half-smile.

"What is the Prime Minister doing?"

Song Hanchuan braced his hands on either side of her body, his eyes smiling, sparkling with indulgence, but his voice had become low and husky.

"Qingqing, I was wrong."

"Admitting your mistake is fine, but what's the big deal about climbing into someone's bed?"

Song Hanchuan blinked and smiled again.

"It's perfectly legitimate for me to climb into my own wife's bed. What's wrong with that?"

Liu Zhiyi's eyes darted around, then she turned her head away, her shoulders shaking with laughter. She quickly suppressed her laughter, turned to the man above her, and said in a magnanimous manner,

"Fine, I'll forgive you this time, but don't let it happen again, or else I'll..."

"I was wrong, my wife. I was being petty. I was always worried about you and him... After all, no one knows better than me how kind my darling is. I was so afraid that you might soften your heart and..."

"So, it's still my fault?"

"No, no, no, it's all my fault, my dear. Please calm down. How about I kneel on the washboard instead?"

"As long as you can calm down, I will do anything for you."

How could Liu Zhiyi bear to actually punish him?

Not to mention that he risked his life to save her, he also worked tirelessly day and night to find her as soon as possible, despite his injuries.

These past few days, she's been making him drink a medicinal soup with a pound of Coptis chinensis added to it three times a day. Each time, he looks at her pitifully, but without the slightest hesitation, he drinks it all down sip by sip.

Even the angrier he is now should have calmed down.

Liu Zhiyi sighed, pushed him down onto the couch, leaned over, and kissed his sharply defined lips, her small hands roaming freely over his waist.

I couldn't help but admire him. This man had an amazing physique. No wonder he was the top martial arts expert in the palace. His chest muscles were just the right size, firm and toned. He was the kind of man who looked slim in clothes but had a muscular build when undressed.

The muscles in her waist and abdomen were clearly defined, and Liu Zhiyi always loved to touch them.

I've been working on this for the past few days, and today I finally got the hang of it.

Yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and these lips are even more inviting to kiss. They're cool, soft, and bouncy, like jelly. Liu Zhiyi kissed them with rapt attention.

However, before she could even enjoy it, the man grabbed her shoulders, flipped her over, and their positions were reversed.

Liu Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up with interest and she looked eager to try.

The man, who was usually so docile and allowed her to do whatever she wanted, yet could still bring her immense pleasure, had suddenly changed today, becoming incredibly domineering and forceful.

He pulled her soft body towards him with all his might, as if he wanted to merge her into his very bones.