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

Jiang Xuan Yan lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the disappointment in his heart, and spoke.

"I am of the purest Yang constitution."

Shen Ningzhu didn't notice his unusual behavior. Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she quickly flipped to her phone to check the calendar. She was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Great! The Ghost Festival is in three days!"

Jiang Xuan Yan said quietly,

"Have you thought this through? This time you leave, you'll never be able to come back."

Because if the seal is forcibly broken, they will be sent back to ancient times by the power of that instant.

However, forcibly breaking the seal would result in the jade pendant being immediately destroyed and turned into baby powder.

The power of the jade pendant will also be consumed by the world.

But Shen Ningzhu only saw it as a simple binding.

She didn't care, and even thought that no matter how big the world was, she would always find a way to break free from the bond with the jade pendant.

Then she can find a way to leave.

However, in order to keep Jiang Xuan Yan in check, she did not reveal this thought.

Jiang Xuan Yan was also afraid that she would change her mind, so he deliberately made things ambiguous.

Thus, each with their own thoughts, they decided to go back to ancient times.

Shen Ningzhu couldn't wait to tell Liu Zhiyi the good news, but as soon as she got up, Liu Zhiyi knocked on the door with a lunchbox.

"Zhuzhu, hurry up and get ready, dinner is ready."

"okay."

Shen Ningzhu suppressed what she was about to say, ran to wash her hands, and even took some wet wipes to carefully wash Jiang Xuan Yan's hands as well.

This unusual behavior startled Liu Zhiyi.

I thought to myself, weren't these two just clashing like oxen? How come they're suddenly so harmonious?

Of course, this was a matter between the two of them, and she shouldn't interfere. So she went to tidy up the table and took out the food from the food box one plate at a time.

Each of the three people received a serving of food.

Jiang Xuanyan's dish is rice with toppings.

Liu Zhiyi and Shen Ningzhu's plates were almost identical: a few slices of braised beef, a few boiled shrimp, broccoli, corn kernels, and purple cabbage drizzled with salad dressing.

A ball of purple rice.

Oh, and there's an extra cucumber dish today, but...

"Hey, Xiaoyi, why does today's cucumber salad look different from usual?"

Liu Zhiyi held her portion, scooped a spoonful of konjac and cucumber salad, put it in her mouth, chewed and swallowed, before speaking.

"Oh, this is a new way of eating that's all the rage right now, called konjac and cucumber salad. I just learned it, it's delicious, refreshing, and good for weight loss, you should try it."

"Really? Then I have to try it."

Jiang Xuanyan looked at his plate, then at the plates in his two best friends' hands. The difference in treatment was all too obvious.

I understand that Liu Zhiyi did it on purpose.

But he didn't say anything, he just silently ate the food in his hands.

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs; he'll settle this score when he gets back.

Jiang Kingdom, Prime Minister's Residence

"Prime Minister, it's late, shouldn't you rest?"

Qingyun pushed open the door and came in, whispering words of advice.

However, the man opposite him remained motionless, still engrossed in writing at his desk. After a few moments, he put down his brush and ink, then looked up and said calmly,

"You can go off duty now, I don't need to serve you here anymore."

Qingyun hesitated, but the other person had already picked up the brush again and started writing.

He could only sigh softly, quietly slip out, and considerately close the wooden door to the study.

Looking up, I noticed that Xia'er was carrying a tray with a bowl of refreshing soup on it.

His expression immediately relaxed a little.

"My lord, you are inside. Please go in."

Xia'er was overjoyed, forcing down a smile, and curtsied to him.

"Thank you, Lord Qingyun. I will certainly not let you down."

After saying that, he straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to go inside.

Qingyun frowned, scratching his head in confusion. What did he mean by not letting him down? What did he expect?

baffling.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Qingyun strode away.

Inside the room, Song Hanchuan heard the noise but didn't look up. He asked, "Didn't I tell you to finish your shift first? What's the matter?"

Suddenly, he realized that the footsteps were wrong; they were soft and weak, clearly not Qingyun's, but a woman's.

He immediately looked up and, upon seeing that it was Xia'er, his handsome, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"What's the matter?"

His study was only accessible to Qingyun and Liu Zhiyi, besides himself. Everyone in the manor knew this, so why was she in?

Song Hanchuan was displeased.

But remembering that she was Liu Zhiyi's personal maid and that Liu Zhiyi usually doted on her, she held back from immediately losing her temper, thinking to see if there was anything urgent.

Xia'er was a little nervous. She lowered her head, raised the tray above her head, and said,

"My lord, I see that you often stay up late and work hard, and I'm afraid that you'll ruin your health, so I took the liberty of going to the kitchen and making you a bowl of refreshing soup. Would you like to try it?"

As the woman spoke, she lowered her head shyly, revealing half of her snow-white neck.

If Song Hanchuan still can't see through the other party's ulterior motives at this point, then he's wasted his position as prime minister.

His face immediately darkened, and he reprimanded her mercilessly.

"No need, you can go now."

"But……"

"I say, go down."

Song Hanchuan's expression was very serious, and the official aura emanating from him was extremely heavy, making people tremble with fear.

This was the first time Xia'er had seen Song Hanchuan so serious. Before, whenever he was at the manor, he was always indifferent, with a serene and refined demeanor.

This was the first time he had spoken so sternly and harshly.

Xia'er was filled with grievances, her face flushed red instantly, and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, but she could only bite her lip tightly and bend down to retreat.

But as soon as she returned to the servants' quarters, she saw a dark figure sitting on the bed. Caught off guard, she was startled.

Under the moonlight, Yun'er looked at her coldly, as if she were looking at a traitor.

"You... what are you doing?"

Xia'er felt a pang of guilt.

"What?" Yun'er sneered. "That's what I should be asking you. Xia'er, what are you doing sneaking out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Xia'er felt uncomfortable under her gaze and couldn't help but frown.

"What do you mean? Are you interrogating me? Don't forget, we're both maids. My affairs are none of your business."

"I'm just reminding you that you and your wife are deeply in love. I hope you'll be sober and not do anything reckless."

"When did I do anything reckless?"

"Furthermore, you say that you and your wife were deeply in love, but have you forgotten that your wife has been gone for almost three years? If she were truly deeply in love with you, why would she suddenly leave without a word, leaving you heartbroken and sad?"

“You said it was sudden, and Madam must not have wanted it either. I believe that one day, Madam will definitely come back.”

“I know you cherish the lady’s kindness, and so do I. But it’s been three years, and there hasn’t been a single word from her. Do you expect me to remain a widow for her for the rest of my life?”

"I... I wasn't thinking too much, I was just worried about the adults..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yun'er rushed up and slapped Xia'er hard across the face.