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

After being outside in the wind for a while, Su Zhen felt much better. However, if viewed from the front, her eyebrows remained furrowed, as if she was still troubled by Han Zhi's matter.

She and Han Zhi remained silent for a long time. Gazing at the river, she finally sighed. Then, she gently pushed Han Zhi's hand away, finally drawing his attention.

"What's wrong, Eighth Sister?" Han Zhi gently kissed her cheek and asked.

Su Zhen shook her head and said, "My lord, please go outside and get some fresh air. I'll go back first."

"Do you want me to go back with Eighth Sister?"

Su Zhen thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's perfect. It's time for you to study, my lord. It'll be good for you to go back and study for a while. I can keep an eye on you while I'm still awake."

"Okay." Han Zhi gently helped Su Zhen and walked towards the cabin.

Han Zhi didn't know if no one else heard what he said, but everyone around him was saying things like, "This couple is so loving."

Back in her room, Su Zhen, relying on her memory, took a book from the box, opened it, and noticed a corner was folded. She closed the book again, then handed it to Han Zhi, saying:

"This is the book you read last time, sir. Let's continue today."

Han Zhi nodded, then picked up his book and sat down at the desk. The desk was large enough, so Su Zhen naturally sat down next to him and quietly watched him read.

Seemingly feeling the cabin wasn't bright enough, Su Zhen stood up again and opened the window a little, making the room brighter. Han Zhi easily entered a "serious" state; unless Su Zhen came directly to him, he almost never drifted off into thought.

And so, the couple quietly went about their own business, with Su Zhen occasionally freeing one hand to grind ink for him.

......

When Han Zhi came to his senses again, he heard Su Zhen's voice:

"Okay, just put it on the table."

Han Zhi looked up, and the first thing that caught his eye was the twilight outside the window. The red clouds had already covered half the sky outside, and he stretched his neck, which seemed a little stiff.

Seeing this, Su Zhen stood up and came behind him, gently massaging the back of his neck and shoulders. After massaging for a while, and once Yue Ping had left, Han Zhi suddenly spoke up from below:

"Eighth Sister, what does that say?"

Su Zhen was taken aback and quickly looked at the table, where a letter lay. His heart tightened suddenly, and he said, "It's nothing, just something I wrote myself. My lord need not worry about it."

“But I read it all,” Han Zhi added. “Is it an apology letter to my father?”

The movements around the neck continued, but the voice of the person initiating the movements could not be heard.

"Just write this, there's no need to send it out, is that alright, Eighth Sister?" Han Zhi asked, then put away the book on the table, sounding somewhat tired.

But Su Zhen shook his head behind him and said, "My lord, you must not. This letter must be sent."

"Although I don't know what happened back then, I heard from you, sir, that it wasn't your fault. But you and your father are, after all, father and son, and we can't let things remain at this stalemate. If word gets out later, won't people say that you are unfilial?"

“I’m ignoring him, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be filial. So you can rest assured, Eighth Sister, I won’t let people gossip about you like this.” Han Zhi placed his hand on Su Zhen’s hand.

Su Zhen simply pulled her hand away, went to the desk, picked up the letter on the table, and protected it behind her back. It seemed she was afraid Han Zhi would snatch it and destroy it.

"But the misunderstanding between the official and the magistrate cannot be left unresolved." She still wanted to persuade Han Zhi.

Han Zhi also said, "Although my relationship with you is distant now, we still exchange a few words occasionally. But if Ba Niang sends this letter, regardless of our relationship, you may not accept our apology."

“How will you know if you don’t try?” Su Zhen said. “You are a scholar, sir, and you should know that filial piety comes first. To damage your relationship with your elders in this way is not filial piety.”

"Besides, they are father and son after all. Your Excellency shouldn't be so cold-hearted. As long as we talk things out, there's nothing that can't be resolved. Your Excellency is more astute than I am. How could you not understand this?"

Han Zhi was speechless and reached out to pull Su Zhen over. He thought Su Zhen would refuse, but she let him pull her over and then stood in front of him.

Han Zhi raised his other hand and touched his forehead. "Let's eat first, and talk while we eat, otherwise it will get cold."

"My lord!" Su Zhen became anxious when he saw him like this. "We can eat anytime, but this matter cannot be delayed. If this matter is not resolved in a day, it will be even more difficult to resolve in the future."

“The letter can be written, but I don’t think it should be written by Ba Niang.” Han Zhi could only continue, “In this way, the fault was not Ba Niang’s to begin with, and she is trying to take the blame on herself. I’m afraid she will suffer injustice.”

“But you are unwilling to write it, sir. If I don’t write it and suffer this injustice, you will suffer even more injustice in the future.” Su Zhen continued, “If you pass the imperial examination and become a Jinshi, but you are at odds with me, sir, wouldn’t that cause trouble in the officialdom?”

"I have no problem enduring this injustice, but you, my lord, cannot suffer such injustice. After all, you are an adult. It wouldn't be a bad thing if we lowered our heads and admitted our mistakes. Can't you choose between this temporary injustice and the injustice of your past life?"

Han Zhi fell silent. He knew Su Zhen was right. But even though he hadn't personally experienced what happened, the memory of that time still existed vividly in his mind, even if it wasn't his own.

He also genuinely believed that this wasn't the original owner's fault. It's just that this matter always needed someone to mediate and bring it to a close.

"Official!"

Seeing Han Zhi like this, Su Zhen was also anxious, so she gently shook his hand.

"I know that the fault does not lie with you, my lord, and you do not wish to suffer such injustice. However, this matter cannot be resolved without someone bearing some grievance."

“But this person shouldn’t be you, Ba Niang.” Han Zhi was in a complicated mood and didn’t know how to face Su Zhen. “I don’t want Ba Niang to suffer any kind of injustice, even something like this.”

Su Zhen shook her head, put the letter aside, then gently lifted Han Zhi's head and said, "My lord, I promise you, just this once, okay?"

"We will send this letter. If Father still ignores it, we will not try to win him back. I have seen how much you care for me, and this is a one-time exception."

"No matter what happens, no matter who it's for, I will never suffer any more injustice, okay?"

Han Zhi sighed, then finally nodded and said, "Then let's listen to Eighth Sister. Send this letter out, and we'll leave the rest to you, okay?"

Su Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, then stuffed the letter into Han Zhi's hand, saying, "In that case, please take a look at this letter, sir. If there is anything wrong with it, I will revise it."

"No need, I've already secretly checked it, I'll just send it out directly when the time comes."

“Hmm,” Su Zhen nodded happily, then turned around, pulled Han Zhi up, and led him to the dining table. “My lord, you must be tired from studying. Let’s eat first.”

"I promised you back in Yizhou that today, my lord, you should first take a bath and then help me dry my hair."

"I haven't forgotten, I'll dry Eighth Aunt's hair tonight. Let me take good care of my precious wife."

"You should seize any opportunity when it's cheap, my lord, you're such a troublemaker, so shameless..."