In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

Upon hearing Su Zhen's words, Han Zhi quickly raised his hand and said, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I did not do that outside."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Mother. You know what kind of person I am. I never leave the house, so how could I be the way you describe me?"

Han Zhi was serious and said somewhat helplessly.

Seeing this, Su Zhen laughed, pulled Han Zhi's hand back, and said, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Of course I know you wouldn't do that."

"That's good."

Han Zhi smiled, then stood up, stretched, and said, "I'll go find someone to boil water. Eighth Sister should also take a bath later. The sooner you bathe, the sooner you can rest."

"Alright, I'll do as you say, sir."

......

The young couple did nothing all night; after their hair dried, they blew out the candles and went to sleep.

Early the next morning, a knock on the door woke the young couple. Han Zhi and Su Zhen were still asleep, but now they were awake too. Han Zhi tried to get up to check on them, but Su Zhen was nestled against his chest, seemingly still not fully awake.

"Zhi'er? Eighth Mother? Are you awake?"

It was Han Zhoushi's voice. It seemed that it was precisely because it was Han Zhoushi's voice that Su Zhen forced himself to sit up despite his weariness. Only then was Han Zhi able to get up and go to the door to open it.

Seeing that Han Zhi was still wearing his pajamas, Han Zhoushi said, "Why aren't you awake yet?"

"What's wrong, Mother?" Han Zhi looked at the sky outside. It seemed to be just getting light. Surely it wasn't that she wanted him to get up and prepare to leave?

"Get up quickly, it's already past dawn. You and Ba Niang have to set off later," said Han Zhou Shi.

Okay, it really is here to wake me up and get me ready to leave.

At this moment, Han Zhi said as if possessed, "It's still early, Mother, no rush."

"Hey!" Han Zhoushi pulled Han Zhi back, tidied his hair, and said, "It's getting late. You and Ba Niang still need to get ready. You might need to buy some food on the way."

"Won't that delay our trip to the dock? We should get up earlier and prepare earlier."

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so similar!

Is this also part of our excellent traditional culture?

Helpless, Han Zhi could only nod and say, "Yes, Mother, we will begin to pack now."

Han Zhou nodded and said, "After you've finished packing, I'll come back to give you some more instructions."

After watching Han Zhou leave, Han Zhi returned to his room. Su Zhen also got up at this time, rubbing his eyes and asking, "My lord, did Mother want to see us about something?"

"They've come to wake us up and urge us to get ready." Han Zhi yawned, then helped Su Zhen get her clothes.

After quickly changing his clothes, Han Zhi went out to wash up as usual, while Su Zhen was being looked after by several maids at the dressing table. The only difference was that Yue Ping was not by his side, but was outside directing the moving of luggage.

After getting ready, Han Zhi picked up their bags and prepared to leave. Su Zhen also took one last look at her bridal chamber before coming outside.

At the entrance of the Marquis of Fuping's residence, Madam Han Zhou was already standing outside, one hand carefully holding the sleeve of the other. Several carriages were parked outside; two were for passengers, and the rest were for luggage.

Upon seeing Han Zhi and Su Zhen emerge, Madam Han Zhou approached them and asked, "Are you all ready?"

"Yes."

"That's good." Han Zhou looked at her son. Although she had urged them to get up, she was still a little reluctant to leave.

"On this journey, I don't know when you will return, which makes me miss you."

Han Zhi smiled, while Su Zhen looked around and asked, "Mother, where is the Master?"

“Uh…” Han Zhoushi was stunned for a moment, and Han Zhi quickly tugged at Su Zhen, but Su Zhen still insisted on getting an answer.

Helpless, Han Zhou could only say, "He didn't want to come, so I came to see you off."

Su Zhen looked at Han Zhi and gently squeezed his hand, trying to comfort him. The latter shrugged and replied with an indifferent expression.

At this moment, Madam Han Zhou pulled Su Zhen aside and said, "Eighth Sister, Zhi'er is lazy by nature. If you go to the capital with him, I'm afraid he will be difficult to discipline at times. Today, I will give you this."

As she spoke, she took out a jade bracelet of emerald green from her sleeve and placed it in Su Zhen's hand.

"Mother, what is this...?" Su Zhen looked at the bracelet and asked in confusion.

"This is a family heirloom of our Han family, passed down only to the eldest son's wife. With this bracelet, one's status is akin to that of the matriarch of the household," said Madam Han Zhou.

Upon hearing this, Su Zhen wanted to return the bracelet, but her hand was grabbed. Madam Han Zhou pulled her along and said, "Don't refuse. After all, once your husband and I are buried, you will be the mistress of the house. Giving it to you is perfectly reasonable."

"Furthermore, if Zhi'er disobeys, take out this bracelet. With this bracelet, it's as if I'm personally in front of him, let's see if he dares to listen to you."

After saying that, she took the bracelet from Su Zhen's hand and put it on her wrist herself.

"Then... thank you very much, Mother."

"It's alright." Madam Han patted Su Zhen and said, "It's getting late, you two should set off soon. Whether you become the top scholar or not, remember to come back and visit."

Su Zhen smiled and said, "I will, Mother."

Han Zhi put the things in the car and said, "Mother, we're leaving now."

"Be careful on the road. Once you get there, remember to eat well and don't neglect yourself. Wear more clothes when it gets cold and don't let yourself get cold. If you need money, write home. Your father may not have much else, but he has plenty of money."

Han Zhoushi watched Han Zhi and Su Zhen board the carriage, then watched the procession slowly disappear from her sight. She sighed deeply, turned back to look at the courtyard, and said:

"Come out, the children have all gone far away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zhuo appeared from around a corner. He also walked to the door, looking in the direction the carriage had gone, his eyes slightly narrowed, trying to see more clearly.

"You, as an adult, don't even come to see your son off on his long journey," Han Zhoushi said reproachfully.

"What would I do here? I might want to see him, but he might not want to see me." Han Zhuo smiled slightly and added, "Besides, haven't you already said everything I wanted to say?"

"Look at you, you just can't let go of your pride. What's so hard about making a mistake back then? He's still your son after all."

Han Zhuo shook his head, smiled, and looked into the distance, saying:

"I'll apologize to him when he becomes the top scholar in the imperial examination and brings a grandson back to me."