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

In the following days, Liu Zhiyi was busy with the overseas trade with Qingyu while also getting familiar with the work of the Ministry of Revenue, keeping herself extremely busy.

In this process, she gradually came to appreciate the benefits of power and became even more diligent in her work.

That night, Song Hanchuan coaxed her into holding him in his arms, and he took her again and again.

She was skilled in martial arts, so her physical strength was naturally much better than that of the average woman.

In addition, she herself was a woman of desire, and Song Hanchuan, a white-robed prime minister, was such a perfect man that it was inevitable that she would be tempted by his body, so she naturally did not want to waste the good night.

On the bed, he was even more uninhibited than Song Hanchuan.

Every night, the two of them would have a very enjoyable time together.

Song Hanchuan indulged her in almost everything, even offering to let her cover his eyes with a white silk ribbon and tie his wrists with a colorful silk scarf.

She is the one in control, he is the one in her grasp, and he is also the one who is as delicate as a flower in the rain.

He said he would do the physical work, and leave the rest to Liu Zhiyi to play with.

Because she was more adept at having fun than him, he also enjoyed being played by her.

Hearing this, Liu Zhiyi laughed so hard she fell onto the couch, her interest growing even higher, and she started playing even more outrageous games.

Time passed quietly, and things gradually got back on track, and Liu Zhiyi became less busy.

So, after finishing her official business during the day, Liu Zhiyi propped her head up with her hand, smiling as she stared at Song Hanchuan's profile as he worked, earnestly admiring his handsome face.

Watching his fair and slender fingers gently hold her red handkerchief, she couldn't help but recall how those well-defined hands had wreaked havoc on her body that night on the bed, making her tremble and feel as if she were floating on clouds.

She blushed with embarrassment.

The man seemed to sense something, raised his head, raised an eyebrow, and smiled slightly.

"Would you like to play, Madam?"

I... this...

Liu Zhiyi pursed her lips. In broad daylight, was she saying she wanted to, or was she saying she wanted to?

The man's gentle smile was like the warm spring sun.

“My husband, if you want to play, you can just say so. There’s no need to be polite.”

Liu Zhiyi rolled her eyes. She took back what she had just said. This person was not some gentle and harmless spring sunshine at all; he should be called a male fox spirit.

She saw that the man had already put down his brush and was about to walk towards her.

Liu Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached out to push him away.

"No, no, no, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, I haven't said anything yet."

The man simply looked at her, his smile carrying a profound meaning.

He didn't stop walking; instead, he got closer and closer until he finally grabbed her by the legs, lifted her up, and let her legs hang around his strong, lean waist.

His thin lips brushed against her earlobe, exhaling a hot breath.

He felt her tremble and smiled with satisfaction.

"My dear wife, don't be shy, it's my husband. As long as you don't break it, you can do whatever you want with it, okay?"

Liu Zhiyi: ...

"With such a gentle and refined face, to utter such ravenous words, Song Hanchuan, you have absolutely no sense of martial ethics."

Liu Zhiyi poked his heart with her index finger.

The man smiled faintly, took her mischievous little hand in his, and gently kissed her fingertips.

"As long as Madam likes it."

Song Hanchuan held Liu Zhiyi in his arms, and with a wave of his hand, all the books and folding papers on the table fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

Then gently place Liu Zhiyi on the table.

He rested his chin on Liu Zhiyi's slender shoulder, his warm, dry hands gently stroking her back, back and forth.

His high, aquiline nose lightly brushed against the soft flesh of her neck, a suspicious blush rose on his handsome cheeks, and his eyes held a deep, undisguised desire.

"My dear~~~"

"I accidentally learned a technique and posture yesterday that is absolutely amazing. Why don't you let me try it? I guarantee you'll be satisfied. What do you say?"

Liu Zhiyi avoided eye contact.

"Ahem, well..."

Meeting the man's bright, expectant gaze, Liu Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, a sly glint in her eyes.

Nod slightly.

"Go and bolt the door first."

The man's voice was hoarse. "Okay."

It was daytime, and the study was a place with many people coming and going. The two were not people who lacked manners, but the atmosphere was right, and they had to do something.

Therefore, they had not taken off their clothes.

It felt like a blatant theft, and it was all done hastily.

As the clouds dispersed and the rain subsided, the two men's hearts pounded like drums, their bodies trembling with excitement, and it took them a long time to calm down.

They looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"Why are you making it sound like you're having an affair? I'm your legal wife."

"Yes, I'll only steal from you, no, it should be that even if I steal from you, I'll only steal from you."

Life is fulfilling and sweet.

A few days later, Liu Zhiyi overheard that Pei Yun Chu had disappeared.

Such a grown man, just vanished without a trace. The Pei family searched everywhere but to no avail, and they were nearly driven mad with worry.

Liu Zhiyi hurriedly asked Song Hanchuan if he knew what had happened. Song Hanchuan blinked and asked,

"Qingqing is worried about him?"

His eyes were like black ink, and a faint smile played on his lips.

But Liu Zhiyi knew him best and naturally noticed that although he was smiling, the sharpness and coldness surging in his eyes could not be hidden.

She couldn't help but glare at him reproachfully.

"Nonsense, he is the God of War General of Jiang Kingdom, commanding a large army. His sudden disappearance is bound to cause unrest in the army. How can I not be worried?"

Hearing that this was the only concern, Song Hanchuan's expression softened slightly.

Smiling, he took her hand and said,

"He has been missing for several days now, and the Emperor knows about it. Did the Emperor panic or say anything during the morning court session this morning?"

Liu Zhiyi shook her head.

"Could it be..."

“That’s right. General Pei has just gone to carry out a secret mission, and it’s not convenient for others to know about this, that’s why… Don’t worry, Qingqing, he will return to the capital soon.”

Liu Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He then went off to attend to his own business.

However, the moment she stepped out of the room, Song Hanchuan's face, which had been carrying a gentle smile, instantly turned gloomy.

It was as if shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.

He walked steadily and quickly toward the inconspicuous vase in the corner of the room.

When you get to the vase, first reach out and gently stroke the vase, then apply a little force and slowly rotate it clockwise.

As the vase spun, a dull, heavy scraping sound soon echoed throughout the room.

The sudden noise shattered the tranquility of the room, making everyone's heart skip a beat.

Then, something surprising happened.

The wall where the bookshelves were placed suddenly began to move slowly, accompanied by a screeching sound, and a hidden door behind the bookshelves gradually appeared before our eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Hanchuan bypassed the bookshelves and strode into the hidden door.

Upon entering the dark room, a damp and slightly musty smell hit him, but he seemed unconcerned, his gaze fixed on a certain spot deep within the room.

There stood a huge cross, taller than a person.