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

On this cross, a tall figure is bound.

The man's limbs were tightly bound by iron chains as thick as his arms, making it impossible for him to move freely.

Not only that, but a rough burlap sack was stuffed into his mouth, preventing him from making any sound. He could only occasionally squeeze out a few muffled sobs from his throat.

He looked really pathetic.

However, it is not difficult to see that the man on the rack is Pei Yun Chu, who has been missing for several days.

Song Hanchuan stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, staring expressionlessly at the person opposite him, his gaze so cold it seemed to freeze them instantly.

That look was as if he were staring at a lifeless, helpless dead dog.

Upon seeing this, Qingyun, who was closely following behind Song Hanchuan, rushed forward in one stride.

Without hesitation, he reached out and forcefully pulled the dirty rag out of Pei Yun Chu's mouth.

Then, he retreated swiftly behind Song Hanchuan like a ghost, his movements clean and decisive, without any hesitation.

Upon regaining his freedom, Pei Yun Chu opened his mouth and immediately unleashed a string of vile curses:

"Song Hanchuan, you despicable, vile, and utterly shameless eunuch! What else can you do besides resorting to those dirty tricks that can't be seen in the light of day? If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square!"

"And Xiaoyi, does she know your true colors?"

"She probably still doesn't realize that you are such a ruthless and treacherous person."

Despite Pei Yun Chu's angry rebukes and questions, Song Han Chuan remained unmoved.

He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth.

However, in stark contrast was the instrument of torture he clutched tightly in his hand, radiating a chilling aura.

Song Hanchuan calmly raised his hand, slowly brought the instrument of torture to his eyes, examined it carefully for a moment, and then suddenly swung his arm.

There was a muffled "thud".

The incredibly sharp, gleaming blade had already deeply penetrated Pei Yun Chu's flesh, and blood immediately splattered everywhere, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

It stained his fair fingers red.

"Pei Yun Chu, you should have died long ago."

"If it weren't for the fact that your Pei family has been a military family for generations and has made great contributions to this country, I would have taken your life without hesitation the moment you said you wanted Xiaoyi to become someone's concubine!"

The speaker was furious, his eyes burning with fury as if he wanted to incinerate the person in front of him.

Xiao Yi, such a beautiful woman, as lovely and gentle as a peach blossom in spring, was so wantonly insulted and abused by this arrogant and ignorant fellow.

Pei Yun Chu, oh Pei Yun Chu!

They truly deserve to die!

At this moment, Pei Yun Chu stood there, her face ashen, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Angry.

"What...what do you mean by that? Could it be that you've already given up on Xiaoyi since that time?"

Pei Yun Chu finally came to her senses and questioned him with a look of astonishment.

The man slightly curled the corners of his lips into a meaningful smile, and his eyes, which were already as deep as a pool, now appeared even more distant and mysterious.

He blinked gently, and a deep sense of reminiscence slowly welled up in his dark eyes.

It's as if we're tracing back through the long river of time to that distant yet unforgettable past.

After a long silence, the man finally spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, like a gently flowing stream, softly reaching Pei Yun Chu's ears:

"At the first palace banquet, I was captivated by her beauty. From that moment on, her every smile and gesture was deeply imprinted on my heart, and I could never forget her."

Upon hearing these words, Pei Yun Chu trembled with rage and pointed at the man, cursing loudly:

"Song Hanchuan, you shameless bastard, you inhuman beast!"

"At that time, Xiaoyi was completely devoted to me and had no feelings for you at all."

"But you were already plotting to poach my employees back then, no wonder I ultimately lost to you!"

"You cunning eunuch, you'll die a horrible death."

"If Xiaoyi knew how scheming you were, she would leave you immediately."

"Really?"

Song Hanchuan sneered, "Then I'll show you whether I'll be abandoned first, or whether I'll be surrounded by children and grandchildren."

Pei Yun Chu, who was still furious, suddenly burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

"A house full of children and grandchildren?"

"A castrated dog, whose flesh has long been thrown away to feed other dogs, and he still wants a house full of children and grandchildren?"

"This is truly the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life, hahahahaha..."

Pei Yun Chu laughed so hard she couldn't stop, her whole body bending forward and backward from the exaggerated laughter.

As his body swayed violently, the heavy chains binding his hands and feet made a series of crisp, crackling sounds, which sounded particularly eerie in the quiet, dimly lit chamber.

Despite Pei Yun Chu's utterly discomposure, Song Han Chuan showed no sign of anger or resentment.

Instead, a faint smile played on her lips as she quietly watched the almost deranged man before her.

Gradually, Pei Yun Chu seemed to sense that something was amiss.

His smile slowly faded, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes, which had been wide open from laughing wildly, were now fixed on Song Hanchuan opposite him.

For some reason, when he saw Song Hanchuan's calm and composed face, a strange fear suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if a small drum was constantly beating in his heart, one beat after another, the rhythm getting faster and faster.

Could it be that……

Is Song Hanchuan really not a eunuch?

However, if he were not a castrated man, how could the late emperor have felt comfortable entrusting him with such an important position as the Grand Commander of the Eastern Depot?

Moreover, he was allowed free access to the heavily guarded inner palace.

Thinking of this, Pei Yun Chu suppressed her doubts and anxiety once again, stared intently at Song Han Chuan with wide eyes, and shouted loudly:

"You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"That must be it, Song Hanchuan! What are you pretending for? How could you not be a eunuch?"

"How could you possibly have a child with Xiaoyi? That's absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Qingyun silently watched Pei Yun Chu, who had fallen into a state of madness and was on the verge of collapse, sighed softly, and then shook her head helplessly.

“General Pei, my master is very capable. Your underhanded schemes are probably in vain.”

So what if he's a general?

Anyone who dares to make advances on his wife again should just wash their necks and wait to die.