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

The emperor was injured and was sent to the palace for treatment.

This time, Shen Ningzhu went along too, and even forgot to tell Liu Zhiyi.

Liu Zhiyi found it a bit strange, but she just assumed that her best friend had spent a lot of time with Jiang Xuanyan and gradually developed feelings for him, and was just worried about him now that she saw him injured.

Song Hanchuan stepped forward, took her hand, and asked,

"Where to go now?"

Liu Zhiyi thought for a moment,

"Let's go home. We don't know if they have any other tricks up their sleeves. I can't have a prime minister like you as my bodyguard, can I?"

Song Hanchuan nodded.

He thought to himself, "That's fine. I'll let Liu Zhiyi go out after I've thoroughly cleaned up the capital."

Just as the two were about to return to the carriage, Pei Yun Chu quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped Liu Zhi Yi's slender wrist.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she were afraid that if she let go, she would disappear.

His handsome face now looked extremely haggard, and his once confident and charming eyes were now filled with sorrow and pleading.

Her eyes, which were once sparkling and captivating like a deep pool, were now filled with bloodshot veins, making one feel pity for her.

"Xiaoyi, I really know I was wrong! I beg you, please don't go, come back to me, okay, Xiaoyi, I'm begging you?"

Pei Yun Chu's voice trembled slightly, her tone almost pleading.

He stared straight at Liu Zhiyi, his eyes filled with a deep affection that seemed capable of melting even the hardest ice.

Liu Zhiyi bit her lower lip lightly, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She used to have only a slight liking for Pei Yun Chu, but the things that happened later made her see the gap between the two of them clearly, and she decided to stay away from him from then on.

People with different values ​​don't need to force themselves to get along.

Recent events have completely destroyed any goodwill she had towards him, making it impossible for her to forgive him.

"let go."

"No, Xiaoyi, please, don't be so cruel to me."

Liu Zhiyi was almost laughing in anger.

This man is truly unreasonable.

How was she cruel? Was it cruel to him to not love him and not be his lowly concubine as he wished?

If that's the case, then she might as well be cruel.

"Think what you want, I'll say it one last time, take your filthy hands off me."

Pei Yun Chu rushed forward, but Song Han Chuan chopped at the nerve in his arm with a chop. Taking advantage of the moment when Pei Yun Chuan loosened his grip, Song Han Chuan kicked him several meters away.

"You dare touch my wife?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up Liu Zhiyi around the waist, used his lightness skill to fly to the front of the carriage, bent down and carried her into the carriage.

Liu Zhiyi pursed her lips, just about to praise him, when she heard a sharp scream from outside the car.

"Ah—my Cui..."

"Ahhh—what the hell, Mori-jin hit me?"

In the crowd, two men clutched their mouths tightly, their faces contorted in pain.

Fresh blood seeped from between their fingers, dripping onto the ground.

The air was still for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, screams rose and fell.

A careful observer noticed that all of these people had their mouths smashed and their front teeth knocked out by hidden weapons.

And they were the ones who had just been the most vocal and vicious in their insults against Liu Zhiyi.

Several people had their eyes smashed; with a "whoosh," eye discharge sprayed out a long distance, splashing onto the faces and bodies of those nearby, causing them to scream in terror.

As they watched one person after another's eyes turn into bloody holes, everyone was terrified.

Because they remembered that those people were the ones who gave Liu Zhiyi and Shen Ningzhu lewd looks.

Another person broke an arm.

Because he had drooled as he made a grasping motion in the air towards Shen Ningzhu's direction.

Those with quick minds have already figured it out.

Before he could think, his knees buckled and he slipped to the ground, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Quickly recall in your mind whether you did anything excessive or said anything you shouldn't have.

In the carriage

Liu Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Hanchuan. The man's chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyes were icy cold.

Feeling Liu Zhiyi's gaze, he snapped out of his daze, looked guilty, and lowered his head, saying...

"Qingqing, I'm sorry. I was nearby just now and I heard those people hurting you with foul language."

"I was so angry that I wanted to rush out and tear them to pieces with my own hands, but in order to conceal my identity and capture Jiang Qingyi and her accomplices, I had to swallow my anger for now."

"Qingqing, are you angry with me?"

Liu Zhiyi shook her head.

In times of emergency, one should act expediently; a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

He has now punished those gossipy people for her, and that is enough.

So she smiled, took his cold, large hand, and whispered...

"Let's go home?"

"Ah."

Song Hanchuan instructed the coachman to return to the mansion.

He grabbed Liu Zhiyi's waist with both hands, pulled her onto his lap, and gently pulled her closer to him, making her body touch his.

He gently buried his head in Liu Zhiyi's neck until he smelled the familiar scent of gardenias. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and the murderous rage swirling in his heart gradually subsided.

The sound of Pei Yun Chu crying came from behind the carriage, but neither of them paid any attention. Fortunately, he didn't chase after them for long before another familiar voice came from behind.

"You unfilial son, come back here! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

Following closely behind was another familiar female voice.

"My son, are you trying to rip out your mother's heart? Look at the state you've become for a woman!"

"You're injured like this and you still ran out? You...you're trying to kill your mother!"

Pei Yun Chu shook off the hands of Pei Hou and his wife, her eyes fixed on the carriage ahead. She staggered as she tried to continue chasing, but Pei Hou slapped her to the ground.

"Disgraceful wretch! Come here, why don't you take him back to my manor right now?"

"Yes, Lord Marquis."

Several servants immediately stepped forward to help Pei Yun Chu.

Seeing her son being beaten, Lady Hou was heartbroken and burst into tears.

"What are you doing? Your son is in this state, how could you do this to him?"

"Woman's kindness. If you hadn't spoiled him, he wouldn't have turned out like this. It's true that a doting mother spoils her son."

Pei Yun Chu pushed away the servant who was helping him, struggled to get up from the ground, ignored his arguing parents, and continued to chase after the carriage that had almost disappeared from sight.

Lady Hou was furious and couldn't help but roar at him.

"Chu'er, are you perhaps blinded by greed?"

What's so good about that woman?

"She's unruly, shameless, and promiscuous. Someone like her would probably have been used up by someone else long ago. What do you care about her for?"

Aren't all the young ladies from prominent families in the capital better than her?

They were all about the same length as the ruler, and each one was dignified, elegant, beautiful, and intelligent.

What else does she have besides her flawless face? She has neither a good family background nor any talent.