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

Han Zhi scratched his head, smiling sheepishly, as if he weren't the shrewd guy who had just offered the idea. Then he bowed slightly and asked:

"Uncle, so now..."

But he suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence, as if he found it difficult to say...?

"What's wrong? Feel free to ask if you have any questions." Tian Kuang noticed the stark contrast in his demeanor.

Han Zhi looked around the room and said, "That's... Uncle, as you know, my wife has never been outside before and can only study at home. So, I had a thought in mind when I went to the capital for the imperial examination: I wanted to show her the outside world."

"My uncle just told us not to go out freely, so I wanted to ask, if we can go out without him noticing?"

Tian Kuang was taken aback, then amused, and pointed at Han Zhi, saying with a smile, "So that's what you wanted to ask."

"No problem, but if you had come earlier, you could have caught the medicine market. Now that everything has returned to normal, you can only see Yizhou during normal times."

Han Zhi was overjoyed and quickly cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Uncle."

Tian Kuang waved his hand and started gossiping, "Good nephew, tell your uncle, when did you and your wife meet?"

Han Zhi thought for a moment and said, "The day I passed the provincial examination with top honors, I proposed marriage the next day, and after the marriage, I set off to take the examination."

Tian Kuang nodded. In times like these, whirlwind marriages weren't unusual. He patted Han Zhi on the shoulder and said:

"Then you'd better treat them well. I heard your father went to great lengths to arrange this marriage for you..."

But after saying that, he suddenly stopped, looking at Han Zhi's somewhat strange expression. Then he changed his words:

"It's alright, it's alright. Madam Su still needs your care."

After saying that, he patted Han Zhi one last time, got up and left.

Han Zhi watched Tian Kuang leave with a strange expression, then finally muttered something under his breath:

"I know that..."

Muttering to himself, he walked back to his room, puzzled.

……

Su Zhen is young; he slept almost all day yesterday, only keeping his eyes open while eating and showering. But when it was time to sleep, he fell asleep at 1 a.m. and was able to sleep soundly until the next day.

She was awake, but not fully awake; she was just struggling to sit up, calling out as she did so:

"Official..."

She yawned, then felt herself pulled into an embrace, and her mouth was "molested." Her head was already spinning, and now it was even more muddled.

Su Zhen barely managed to open her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Han Zhi. She instinctively blurted out:

"Shameless rascal..."

Han Zhi helped her up and made her straddle him, teasing her with a smile, "Eighth Sister, you can still scold me now, so you must be feeling better, right?"

"Hmm..." Su Zhen rubbed his temples and then asked, "Almost done, but my head is still a little dizzy. What does my husband want to do?"

"What else can be done?"

Su Zhen blushed, vaguely guessing Han Zhi's thoughts, and said, "But this is someone else's house."

"So what if it's in someone else's house? You can do this anywhere," Han Zhi said, pulling her closer.

"What if someone sees or hears us?" Su Zhen quickly put his hand in front of Han Zhi's chest and said.

"So what if we see or hear it? We're husband and wife, isn't it only natural for us to do this kind of thing?" Han Zhi found it somewhat amusing, having guessed where the other person's problem lay.

But out of sheer morbid curiosity, I wanted to go along with what Su Zhen said and see how far she could go with her twisted ideas.

“But…” Su Zhen pursed her lips, her head spinning more and more, and finally gave in:

"Then... let's do as you say, sir..."

As she spoke, Su Zhen lowered her head, preparing to give Han Zhi a "loving kiss." But soon she felt herself being picked up and placed aside, while Han Zhi, the instigator, got out of bed to put on his shoes and clothes.

"Official?"

Su Zhen was stunned. He had clearly put on the right emotions, so why was he being sidelined?

"Get up, what else do you want to do?" Han Zhi looked at Su Zhen with a smug expression.

"This concubine..."

Han Zhi finished dressing, tied his hair with a towel as he walked back to the bedside, and said with a smile, "I just wanted to take Ba Niang shopping. Ba Niang won't... misunderstand, will she?"

"I..."

Su Zhen was about to argue, but quickly realized what was going on. Her face flushed red with anger, and she pointed at Han Zhi, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end she lowered her hand and angrily turned her head away.

Han Zhi sat down next to her and said with a grin, "Eighth Sister, you wouldn't... have thought of something reckless, would you?"

"My lord, you're such a troublemaker!"

Su Zhen blushed with embarrassment and pushed Han Zhi away. Her hair, which was only half-tied up, fell down again. Han Zhi looked at the hair towel in his hand, chuckled foolishly, and then prepared to tie it up again.

"Alright!" Su Zhen finally said, then patted the side of her, "My lord, come here, I'll help you tie him up."

Han Zhi put on a fawning smile, sat back on the bed, and handed the hair towel to Su Zhen, asking her to tie her hair. He could feel himself being pushed away again after it was tied, and Su Zhen's voice came from behind him:

"My lord, please go wash up. Everything is ready."

Han Zhi looked at her and scratched his head. Just as he turned to leave, he turned back again, pecked Su Zhen on the cheek, and then ran away again.

Startled by the sudden attack, Su Zhen didn't react until Han Zhi had already run out. Her face flushed, she whispered:

"What a shameless rascal."

Yueping and the other maids, who had always followed Han Zhi, accompanied him to the capital. So after Han Zhi left, they went into the room to help Su Zhen get dressed.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, everything was normal, and Su Zhen didn't say much. But suddenly, Yue Ping said:

"What's wrong, my lady? Your face is so red. Do you have a fever?"

Su Zhen was taken aback. He was already shy, and the blush on his face, which hadn't completely faded, turned even redder.

"Don't talk nonsense, I just... just..."

At this moment, a maid tugged at Yueping, signaling her not to talk nonsense. Only then did Yueping realize what was happening and resumed what she was doing.

And how could Su Zhen not see all of this? She could only say one thing:

"You all shouldn't say anything nonsense. They're all those rascals, never acting properly."

The maids had no choice but to agree:

"Yes, ma'am."