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

But Han Zhi frowned again and said, "But isn't Eighth Sister unhappy? Since you've upset Eighth Sister, then there's no need for you to stay at home."

Su Zhen covered her mouth and laughed, "So, in that case, my lord, you make me unhappy every day. Why do you still stay in this house? And now you're saying such things. You really are a shameless scoundrel."

Upon hearing this, Han Zhi's eyes darkened again. He had initially felt that what he had done was wrong, and now that he was being blamed, he couldn't really get angry. However, everyone's "reading comprehension" ability is different, and Su Zhen, seeing him like this, felt that he was too heartbroken.

"Alright, alright, my lord, don't be angry. I was just a little jealous, that's why I said those things." Su Zhen gently pulled him to sit down at the table.

"My lord, you treat me so well, how can you be so insecure? If I were truly blaming you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have listened to a single word I said."

Han Zhi raised his eyes slightly and asked tentatively, "Eighth Sister isn't angry with me?"

“Of course I’m not angry,” Su Zhen gently took his hand and lightly rubbed the back of his hand with her fingertips, as if tickling him. “Besides, I’ve already said that I’m just jealous, how could I be angry?”

"Really?" Han Zhi's eyes began to light up.

Su Zhen nodded firmly, and in return, Han Zhi gave her a big hug and a rather passionate "hickey." Su Zhen didn't resist; she simply obeyed him.

"You change your mind faster than turning the pages of a book. Just a moment ago you were so distraught, and now you're begging for affection. My lord, you're really being reckless." After the intimate act ended, Su Zhen blushed and gently punched him.

Han Zhi chuckled, then picked up the pastry box from the table and opened it. Instantly, the pastries inside were revealed to Su Zhen.

"Where did you find these snacks?" Su Zhen asked deliberately.

"I heard it's the best pastry shop in Bianjing, called Jingneixiang. It was Bao Lao who took me there, so Ba Niang certainly deserves such good pastries." Han Zhi gently picked up a piece and brought it to Su Zhen's lips.

Su Zhen then deliberately asked, "Is this snack a special one for me, or does that kind lady who lent me her clothes also have some?"

“Of course it’s exclusively for you! My things are always exclusively for Eighth Sister, and no one else can get them even if they beg.” Han Zhi said, “Eat some quickly, or they’ll get cold.”

Su Zhen couldn't tease him any longer, so she opened her mouth and took a bite, nodding in response to his expectant gaze:

"Delicious! Thank you for buying the snacks, sir!"

Han Zhi was overjoyed. He scooped Su Zhen up in his arms, made her sit on his lap, and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. Su Zhen giggled, touching her cheeks and puffing them out on purpose.

Han Zhi was even happier now, and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

"Aren't you sad, my lord?" Su Zhen asked, nuzzling Han Zhi's face.

"Don't be sad. With Ba Niang around, every day is a happy day." Han Zhi completely forgot about the unpleasantness just now and hugged Su Zhen tightly.

At this moment, Yueping knocked on the door from the outside and said, "Wife!"

Su Zhen didn't want to be so intimate with Han Zhi in front of the servants; she wanted to at least maintain some of the "airs" of a mistress. So she reached out and gently patted Han Zhi, whispering:

"My lord, Yueping is here. Please let me go for a while."

Han Zhi shook his head and said, "No, I'm afraid that Ba Niang will get jealous of others again, so I dare not let myself get too far away from Ba Niang. Otherwise, if I let go, I'm afraid she'll get jealous of Yue Ping first, and then she'll get jealous of Ma Ping."

Su Zhen was somewhat amused and said coquettishly, "What nonsense are you talking about, my lord? Am I the kind of person who gets jealous so easily? Such words are hurting my heart and soul."

"So what if I'm heartbroken? Anyway, I'm not going to let go today. I'm going to stick close to Ba Niang." Han Zhi ignored him and instead clasped his hands together, pressing them even tighter.

"Then...then I'll call Yueping in and see if my husband finds it embarrassing."

Han Zhi shrugged and said, "I'm not afraid of either way. I'll take this opportunity to spread the word among my subordinates that I, Han Zhi, will only ever love Ba Niang. Heaven and earth bear witness to my heart!"

Su Zhen couldn't dissuade Han Zhi, so she let him have his way—after all, she was his first wife, and such behavior wasn't considered dissolute, so she simply leaned on Han Zhi's shoulder.

"come in."

Only after receiving permission did Yueping enter. Upon seeing Han Zhi and Su Zhen nestled together, she merely paused slightly before returning to her usual composure.

"My lady, lunch is ready. You can go and eat now."

Su Zhen then said, "My husband is so clingy. How am I supposed to eat like this?"

Yueping looked at Han Zhi, but he showed no intention of letting go. Instead, she pressed herself against Su Zhen's face with a hint of pride and said, "Eighth Sister has also made a foolish mistake."

"Since I'm so attached, I might as well carry Eighth Sister to her meal myself. Eighth Sister was jealous today and is probably a little tired, so this will save her the effort of walking."

Su Zhen was amused and said, "In that case, would you please carry me to dinner, my lord?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, Su Zhen suddenly sneezed. Startled, Han Zhi quickly wiped her mouth with his sleeve and said, "Which heartless monster dares to curse my Eighth Mother behind her back!"

"Pah! You're just talking nonsense!" Su Zhen couldn't help but complain coquettishly, and then let Han Zhi carry her to lunch.

......

Inside the Pingluan Tower, Chen Shishi coughed lightly twice, drawing the attention of Zhao Xiangxiang, who was tuning her zither nearby.

"Good sister? Is it a relapse of a cold?"

Zhao Xiangxiang then put down her zither and came to Chen Shishi, asking her with concern.

The latter took a sip of hot water and said, "It's nothing, just a bit of a chill in my throat. Now that I've had some hot soup, I feel much better."

Zhao Xiangxiang sighed and said, "If you're sick, go buy some medicine now and have the maid brew it for you. Wouldn't that make it easier to greet tonight's guests?"

Chen Shishi laughed and said, "Good sister, I just coughed lightly. The way you're talking makes it sound like I'm about to die."

"Isn't this because I was worried about you, sister?" Zhao Xiangxiang said reproachfully when she felt she had been ridiculed. "Could it be that Mr. Han we just met? You have such a kind heart, sister, that you lent him your clothes, while you caught a cold yourself."

“How can you say that? He probably has a wife at home. It’s understandable that he’s rushing to buy snacks without wearing clothes.” Chen Shishi said, “I’m just doing him a favor so that he can come and spend some money on drinks in the future.”

"I'm just afraid his wife won't want him to come to this brothel," Zhao Xiangxiang said reproachfully. "She's so strict with him, she must be quite ugly. I'm afraid he'll fall for someone else."

Chen Shishi smiled slightly and said, "This shows that she is a good wife, so why should I complain? My dear sister, please don't say anything more. If we don't lend it, I'm afraid that lady will also worry about Master Han."

Zhao Xiangxiang sensed something was wrong and asked, "Then, dear sister, how did you figure out that the man had a wife?"

"Isn't it simple? If you didn't love a woman to the bone, why would you look at us with empty eyes?"