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

imperial study room

Do you have any way to contact her?

Jiang Xuan Yan rested his forehead on one hand, his narrow eyes as dark as the deep night, heavy and unyielding, as if no light could penetrate them.

His tired and haggard appearance was unmistakable.

He was shrouded in an aura of death, a far cry from the spirited demeanor he had displayed in the main hall just moments before.

It wasn't until he looked at Liu Zhiyi that a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

But she gently shook her head.

In an instant, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out. A thick aura of malevolence enveloped him once more, his gaze turning sinister, yet he lowered his eyes and gave a faint, bitter laugh, as if muttering to himself.

"Isn't there any way at all?"

"I'm so unwilling to accept this!"

“These days, I long for her to appear in my dreams every night, even just once, even if it's just to hit or scold me, but... it never happens.”

Even if it were just a fantasy, she wouldn't be so stingy as to leave it to him.

People say that women are like clothes and brothers are like limbs, but in his eyes, he was the one who was dispensable.

When she was in the mood, she would beckon with her little finger, and he would eagerly lean in like a humble puppy trying to please its master, letting her touch his abs and knead his pectoral muscles.

If you're unhappy, either ignore him or smash a teacup on his forehead and tell him to get lost.

She truly has no heart.

She never cared about him at all.

But he lost himself, becoming obsessed, his heart and eyes only able to hold her.

No matter how spoiled and willful she is, all I want to do is hold her in my arms.

Even so, they couldn't keep her.

"You know, if I had treated her better from the beginning, I would have put aside my pride sooner."

I'll try to become the kind of man she likes. Will that change the outcome between us?

Jiang Xuanyan suddenly covered his face.

It's too late. What's done is done, and a broken mirror can't be mended. He's already out of the game.

Tears seeped through his fingers. His once-noble body hunched over, making him look pitiful and wretched.

Shen Ningzhu never understood what Jiang Xuanyan liked about her, believing that his feelings for her were merely a man's possessiveness and the reluctance to part with her because of the pleasures they shared in bed.

But Liu Zhiyi understood.

Shen Ningzhu is a ray of light in Jiang Xuanyan's life, a vibrant life in his stagnant existence, and a warm sun that he fears yet yearns to touch in his damp and desolate soul.

Because she is the same as Jiang Xuanyan.

It was also because of this quality in Shen Ningzhu that they stayed by her side and never abandoned her.

Fortunately, she truly received that light.

Jiang Xuan Yan, however, could only glimpse, envy, and covet this light from the affection between her and Shen Ning Zhu, her best friend.

He wanted to take her place, but he used the wrong methods, which backfired and made Shen Ningzhu completely despise him.

She suddenly felt a pang of pity.

She pursed her lips and said, "Your Majesty, please try to think more positively. You still have the Crown Prince and the Eldest Princess."

"They are the only people Zhuzhu left in this world, the people she cares about the most. They are still young and are counting on you to support them!"

Jiang Xuan Yan shook his head.

"With you here, that's enough for them."

Liu Zhiyi: ...

I felt this person's emotions were very unstable, and I was afraid he might do something rash, so I was about to try to persuade him again. Then I saw him slightly raise his hand...

"Alright, I know what you want to say. Don't worry, if I don't take care of the two children, I won't be able to face Zhuzhu in the afterlife, and I won't dare to wait to see her."

"I just wonder if she'll be bullied if she's left alone in the modern world."

If he could, he would rather stay there, even if it meant hiding from her and protecting her silently from behind.

To unlock the power of the jade pendant, it would require either him or Shen Ningzhu, and it would also require the use of his internal energy. There was no other way but for him to return to Jiang Kingdom.

Liu Zhiyi smiled proudly.

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Zhuzhu graduated from a prestigious university and can also play the zither and dance. She is especially good at ice dancing and has won many awards. As long as she has an ID card, she will live a very comfortable life no matter what."

Her only worry was Shen Ningzhu, who had taken over Zhuzhu's identity.

That woman had previously plotted to kill Shen Ningxue in order to secure the position of the daughter of the Minister's family.

Now, to prevent his secret from being leaked, he probably won't let Shen Ningzhu off easily.

Fortunately, modern society is governed by the rule of law, unlike in ancient times, so I believe my best friend can handle all of this.

As I left the Imperial Study, a light drizzle began to fall.

Song Hanchuan and the others were waiting in a pavilion not far away, holding a large umbrella in his hand. When he saw her come out, he hurriedly opened the umbrella and walked towards her.

"I was planning to take you to the government office to familiarize you with the surroundings, but unfortunately it's raining, so we'll have to postpone it. Come on, I'll take you home."

Liu Zhiyi slipped under the umbrella and took his arm, asking in confusion:

"how about you?"

"It's alright. I had Qingyun move all the official business back to the carriage. We can handle it at the manor when we get back."

This class is taking it way too lightly.

The two then visited Jinxiu Huanian and had lunch with them. Under their reluctant gazes, they left the palace gates.

An inconspicuous carriage was parked not far from the palace gate, but the two paid no attention to it and headed straight for the carriage of the Prime Minister's residence.

Little did they know, behind the carriage curtain, a pair of peach blossom eyes were staring at Liu Zhiyi's back with infatuation and greed.

She seemed not to see the carriage over there. With an oil-paper umbrella over her head, she lifted her skirt with one hand, stepped onto the slippery bluestone slab, and obediently nestled beside Song Hanchuan before leaving.

Both were dressed in official robes, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, like figures from a painting.

His subordinates told him yesterday that the official robes Liu Zhiyi was wearing were specially made by the Imperial Textile Bureau at Song Hanchuan's request, and were only delivered to the Prime Minister's residence this morning.

The fabric used was precious Yun brocade, the color of which was the same as the official robe of the Ministry of Revenue official, and the embroidery was also very similar, but the style was quite different; it was a long skirt worn by women.

The waist is also adorned with an exquisitely designed belt, embroidered with gardenias, a favorite of Liu Zhiyi, in silver thread.

The flowers looked just like real ones.

From afar, it seems you can almost smell the faint fragrance of flowers, and even the crystal-clear dewdrops on it look like they are about to roll off.

Even he had to admit that Song Hanchuan was extremely attentive and considerate towards Liu Zhiyi, down to the smallest detail.

Pei Yun Chu was so jealous that she was unrecognizable.

His fists clenched tightly beneath his wide sleeves. Pei Yun Chu gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, filled with aggression and a determination to possess the woman.

Liu Zhiyi had already been helped into the carriage by Song Hanchuan, but he himself did not rush to get in. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked at the carriage where Pei Yunchu was.

A sudden chill ran through my body.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife.

Pei Yun Chu was startled. She carefully confirmed that the curtain was drawn, and that the other person should not be able to see anything through the curtain. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Hanchuan quickly looked away without lingering.

He boarded the carriage as if nothing had happened.