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

Su Zhen initially thought he was going to pat her head, but instead he placed his hand on her forehead, and while she looked on in confusion, he suddenly blurted out:

"He doesn't have a fever, so why is this so strange?"

Now, Su Zhen, who had finally calmed down, started to get angry again. She slapped Han Zhi's hand away and scolded, "Oh, my lord, what are you doing? I'm not sick!"

Han Zhi looked at her strangely and asked, "But Eighth Sister's appearance is really unlike her usual self. Today, two women were holding my hand, and they weren't even jealous?"

Su Zhen reached out and pinched Han Zhi, saying, "Do you think I am that kind of person in your heart? Do you think I, Su Ba Niang, am so selfish and petty?"

Han Zhi said "Oh," and then suddenly said, "Then I won't be going home tonight..."

"you dare!"

At this moment, Su Zhen couldn't maintain her composure any longer, even forgetting her usual form of address. She stood up abruptly, only to see Han Zhi's playful smiling face. Then she heard him say:

"Hehe, I fooled Eighth Sister."

Su Zhen's chest heaved with anger, her eyes reddening instantly. She cursed, "You shameless scoundrel! I may not mind you drinking and carousing, but that doesn't mean I allow you to do as you please!"

Han Zhi quickly coaxed, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have joked. I just listened to Ba Niang and only drank a little tea before leaving."

He reached out and pulled Su Zhen to sit down, poured her a glass of water, and then gently rubbed her slightly wrinkled face. Su Zhen took a sip, feeling a little better, then slammed the glass down on the table and said:

"My mother and lord entrusted me with the care of my husband, and I feel sorry for him, as he toils daily with household chores and studies. Therefore, I took this opportunity today to allow him to relax for half a day, but my husband..."

As she spoke, her little lips began to tremble; it seemed Han Zhi had truly angered her. Han Zhi quickly picked her up, held her in his arms, and began to comfort her:

"Don't cry, Eighth Sister, I was just talking nonsense. There won't be a next time, I won't say it again. Good Eighth Sister, don't be angry..."

Su Zhen sniffed, managing to hold back the tears that were about to fall, and then said, "What you say is true. My husband is a terrible nemesis. He only knows how to bully me every day. He has no shame."

Han Zhi gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "Alright, alright, I won't make a fuss anymore. Don't be angry, Eighth Sister. Let's have some fun together today."

"Hmph~" Su Zhen turned her face away, sulking and refusing to look at Han Zhi.

After resting for a while, Chen Shishi, Zhao Xiangxiang, and Xu Dongdong also came in. Each of the three of them was carrying a tray with tea and food.

"My lord Han, everything in this room today is from Pingluan Tower. Please enjoy your meal," Chen Shishi said with a smile, though it was unclear whether "everything" referred to the food or the three beautiful women standing there.

"This is the three of you're on your home turf, so there's no need to stand any longer. Please sit down as well," Han Zhi said, gesturing for the three of them to sit down.

The three sisters exchanged glances and then sat down. But after sitting down, they seemed to have something to say, but they didn't dare to say it. Xu Dongdong kept nudging Zhao Xiangxiang with her elbow.

Zhao Xiangxiang was also getting annoyed and gave Chen Shishi a look. Su Zhen, seeing the three sisters' strange behavior, also felt something was off and said:

"Ladies, is there something you need?"

Now, Chen Shishi felt a little embarrassed and slowly said, "It's like this, it's already November, and it's time to change the pieces again."

"The three of us, as the top courtesans, are considered a group, so we need to compose a new song and lyrics for it soon. We come from a music troupe, so composing music is naturally no problem for us. However, although we know a little about lyrics, we are not really good at writing them."

"Therefore, today, the three of us also wish to request a poem from Master Han."

Han Zhi and Su Zhen exchanged a glance, then asked, "What kind of words are you three looking for? Do you have any suggestions on style or artistic conception?"

Zhao Xiangxiang said, "There aren't many requirements for lyrics; I just hope they can touch people's hearts."

"Touching the heart..." Han Zhi stroked his chin and began to think: "If we're talking about touching the heart, the easiest thing to do is with tragic lyrics and music. What do you think?"

Su Zhen looked at Han Zhi at this moment, thinking that he was "acting up" again, and that there must be some better lyrics and music than "Dreaming of the West Continent".

“We have no objection.” Chen Shishi and the other two nodded, agreeing with Han Zhi’s approach.

Then Han Zhi looked at Su Zhen again and asked, "I wonder if Eighth Sister would grant permission?"

"I also want to see if you can compose an even better poem than the one you wrote before," Su Zhen said, but the look in his eyes made Su Zhen feel a little uncomfortable.

"Then... then please bring some paper and pen," Han Zhi said, turning around.

The three were delighted, and Xu Dongdong quickly stood up as well: "This servant will go and fetch it, please enjoy your meal, Master Han."

She quickly went to the dressing table beside her, took down several sheets of paper and a pen, and placed them in front of Han Zhi. Han Zhi lightly dipped his brush in ink, then confirmed one last time, "This poem might be a bit long, I wonder..."

“It would be best if it were longer, otherwise the three of us sisters wouldn’t have enough to go around,” Zhao Xiangxiang said.

Han Zhi nodded, then began to write:

"Half a lifetime adrift amidst mountains and seas, a lone boat adrift, separated by heaven and earth, a few places of sorrow. We were once birds flying together, but now I have no desire for the rest of my life, only to wait in vain for my black hair to turn white..."

A solitary little bridge stands, its sleeves fluttering in the breeze; this gate remains as it was last year, the night lamp lit for you. Will you return?

After writing several pages of text, Han Zhi finally let out a long sigh of relief, put the pen aside, and shook his slightly sore hand. He then rechecked the words on the table, and nodded after confirming that there were no problems.

"That solves the problem."

Su Zhen had also read through the text while he was writing it, so he quickly compiled it and handed it to Chen Shishi and the other two. While the three were looking at the text, Su Zhen leaned close to Han Zhi's ear and began to whisper something.

"My lord, where did this poem come from? It is so tragic, unlike something you could write."

Han Zhi listened to Su Zhen's words, feeling her breath on his ear, but cold sweat poured down his back. He unconsciously swallowed and said, "I got this from a play I watched elsewhere."

"Where did this play come from?" Su Zhen asked, clearly not believing him.

"It's... well, it's not exactly a play, it's a story from my dream. It's not the kind of play we usually see, so you can't see it outside," Han Zhi tried his best to explain.

Seeing his reaction, Su Zhen felt a hint of reproach in her voice and said, "I feel this poem is better than the one you gave me back then."

The implication is——

I'm starting to get jealous out of nowhere!

Han Zhi quickly smoothed things over, saying, "This is a sad poem, not exactly heartfelt, so it's naturally better than the one for Eighth Sister. Eighth Sister's poem was full of genuine emotion, every word carefully chosen."

Seeing his desperate attempts to explain, I couldn't help but find it amusing, but I still maintained my composure and said:

"Since that's the case, I'll trust you one more time."