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

Chapter 265 A Crucial Strike Against Aunt Li

Han Zhi and Su Zhen smiled as they watched Wei Xiping and his daughter leave, until their figures disappeared at the alley entrance.

Su Zhen smiled as she led Han Zhi into the house, teasingly saying, "It seems Heaven is favoring you today, my lord..."

"Heaven's favor? What makes you say that, Eighth Sister?" Han Zhi asked with a smile.

Su Zhen suddenly tiptoed closer to Han Zhi's ear, lightly tapping his waist with her fingertips, a wisp of hair brushing against his chin, and said: "Yesterday we said we would wait for Lady Wei to return home, and today the Emperor has issued an imperial decree."

"All of this, even the Emperor himself, has been so accommodating to you. Isn't this—a blessing from Heaven?"

Han Zhi felt ticklish from her hot breath, and laughed as he grabbed her mischievous hand, saying, "Is Eighth Sister congratulating me? Or is she...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Zhen suddenly stood on tiptoe and bit his earlobe, gently grinding her teeth together as she said, "What do you say, my lord?"

Han Zhi grunted, then pinned her against a pillar, his nose brushing against her peach-colored cheek.

&34; Eighth Sister, do you know what would happen if Aunt Li saw us like this...?&34;

Before Han Zhi could finish speaking, the sound of Aunt Li's footsteps echoed down the corridor. The two separated swiftly; Su Zhen turned and pretended to tease the parrot, while Han Zhi bent down to straighten his official robes. Aunt Li approached, carrying a celadon cup.

&34; Ah Lang, my wife, this is freshly picked wisteria flower dew. &34;

But as soon as Aunt Li looked up, she saw that the couple, who used to be inseparable, were now more than two steps apart! She raised an eyebrow and immediately understood what was going on.

She then quietly turned around, and 'Void' replied, "Yueping? What do you want with me?"

"What? The pot's burnt? I'll put this floral dew in and come right away!"

She placed the teacup on the stone table and ran off. Han Zhi watched Aunt Li's hurried departure, his lips twitching slightly. Su Zhen suddenly turned around, touched his lips with her fingertip, a sly smile playing on her lips, and whispered:

"My lord, with Aunt Li's quick wit, if she were to become a yamen runner in the Dali Temple, she'd probably be a master detective, specializing in solving cases like this..."

"Specializing in disrupting such beautiful things that have been interrupted."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her eyes darting around with a mocking glint.

Han Zhi smiled helplessly, then took Su Zhen's hand and gently pulled her in front of him. He said with a smile, "I thought that with Madam Wei gone, we could be more open and honest, but I didn't expect there to be another Aunt Li in the house."

"But at least, we're not afraid of setting a bad example for children."

“It’s all thanks to Aunt Li’s sensibility that this happened, otherwise…” He leaned close to Su Zhen’s ear, his tone low and gentle, his breath causing Su Zhen to tremble slightly, “otherwise, we’d be making a fool of ourselves in this state.”

Su Zhen's cheeks flushed, and feigning anger, she gently freed her hand from his grasp, scolding, "It's all your fault, my lord, for being so reckless in broad daylight."

Despite her words, her eyes were filled with barely concealed amusement. Han Zhi picked her up and said, "Eighth Sister, don't wrong me. You were the one who started it."

"No matter who flirted first, we can't get anything done now. We're about to eat some meat."

Hearing Su Zhen's still somewhat soft Meishan dialect, Han Zhi smiled, gently patted her belly, and said, "Then we must hurry up and fill our stomachs, we can't let my two darlings go hungry."

"How come there are two people? Doesn't that count me?"

Han Zhi reached out and gently flicked her nose, then replied in Meishan dialect, "Of course it counts! My aunt is the backbone of the whole family, how could she not count?"

Han Zhi carried Su Zhen steadily to the dining table, gently settled her in her seat, and sat down beside her. At this moment, seeing that the couple had made no progress, Aunt Li brought in the food again, accompanied by the servants.

......

That evening, Su Zhen timed it perfectly, and when Han Zhi was almost back, she sat on the edge of the bed. Humming a little tune, she lifted her clothes and wrapped the anti-slip tire ribbon around her stomach.

When Han Zhi pushed open the door, he saw Su Zhen with her robe half-undone.

"What is Eighth Sister doing?" He bolted the door shut and asked.

Su Zhen's fingers paused, and she deliberately tightened the silk sash around her waist, causing herself to hiss softly. As she moved, the curves of her body beneath the fabric became even more pronounced.

Aunt Li said, "Our family is having twins, so we're heavier than other women. We need to protect our backs to avoid miscarriage."

Han Zhi reached out and pressed down on her wrist, which was about to tie a knot. His fingertips gently loosened the ribbon along its lines, his eyes filled with concern. He said, "Aunt Li said twins need to protect their backs, not that Eighth Aunt should constrict herself like a dumpling."

Su Zhen was so amused that she hid deeper into the bed, her hairpins twitching on the curtains, laughing like silver bells: "My lord is getting more and more frivolous!"

Before she could finish speaking, Han Zhi swept her up in his arms. Suddenly, the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed violently, and Aunt Li's cough came from under the eaves: "My lord? My wife? Would you like some midnight snack? This old servant has made some..."

No need!

The two shouted in unison, and the rustling of fabric against fabric came from inside the bed curtains. There seemed to be some flirtatious laughter, flowing only within the bed curtains.

Aunt Li stood in the moonlight, holding the lotus seed soup, and seemed to understand what had happened. She gently placed the food box on the stone table, deliberately making a clinking sound as she tapped the celadon bowl.

&34; The old maid put the midnight snack here, and Yueping said there's still some soup simmering on the stove...&34;

Before the words were even finished, he was already walking towards the side gate under the moonlight, his slippers making a "pat-pat" sound on the blue bricks. The two people inside the tent listened carefully for a while, and only after confirming that there was no more noise did they begin to flirt with each other.

Inside the tent, Han Zhi was tucking a stray strand of hair behind Su Zhen's ear when he suddenly heard the soft rustling of a broom sweeping outside the window. Aunt Li, humming a tune, slowly passed by the window, deliberately brushing the broom tip against the windowpane.

&34; My dear wife, please rest early. This old servant will return tomorrow morning...&34;

"Aunt Li!" Su Zhen sat up, wrapped in the blanket, her ear tips so red they could drip blood. She looked as if she were about to leave, still wrapped in the blanket.

Han Zhi quickly smiled and pulled her back, saying softly, "Don't be angry, Aunt Li is just keeping watch for us."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed away the smile on Su Zhen's lips. Suddenly, he heard Aunt Li's hushed voice coming from the corridor: "Yueping, add some more charcoal to the west wing. My wife will be busy at night..."

Aunt Li!

The two laughed and cursed in unison, and Aunt Li's footsteps finally disappeared completely at the end of the courtyard. Just when everyone thought all was well, Little Black in the yard suddenly barked twice more.

This time, the two heard Aunt Li's "pat-pat" footsteps again, and Xiao Hei's "woof woof." The sound was mixed with Aunt Li's laughter and scolding:

"Little one! If you keep making noise, you'll go hungry!"