They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 119 He's Jealous

Seeing that her breathing was steady, Han Yuxiu slowly withdrew his hand from her body, but her hand grabbed his hand again, and she was making smacking noises, so it was hard to tell whether she was awake or asleep.

It was broad daylight, and he couldn't just sit there stiffly. He tried to break free from her hand, but she held on very tightly.

"Ziyan?"

"Ok?"

This unexpected response left him unsure whether to leave or not. He said softly, "I should go out now."

"Okay, go ahead." Her voice was extremely weak, and her eyes were half-closed; it was impossible for her to be asleep.

Han Yuxiu slowly released her hand, picked up the bowl and went out. Fang Yuerong was standing in the corridor looking at him and giving him a strange smile. Han Yuxiu felt something was off.

"For some inexplicable reason," he said, then put the bowl in the kitchen. But he didn't go to Wu Ziyan's room. He just sat in the hall, waiting for the banquet to end.

On the other side, Huang Ziliang had already packed his belongings early in the morning. He only had a simple slit in his abdomen containing a few tattered clothes, and the only brocade box containing the pendant that Wu Chengye had given him. He was going to go out and deliberately show it to her.

As soon as Wu Chengye finished his court session, he went to Shiyuan Lane. She had instructed her men to prepare a carriage and wait for him at Huang Ziliang's door.

This time, he didn't wear a hat when he went out. Instead, he wore a white robe, his hair was loose and tied with a headband. He had a scholarly air about him. He carried a bundle on his back, held a scroll in his arms, and a brocade box in the bundle was about to fall off.

Although he looked extremely poor, it couldn't hide his refined air. He heard respectful voices outside and knew that Wu Chengye had come to pick him up.

Just then, he walked out, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Wu Chengye's eyes. His eyes held three parts awe, three parts admiration, and four parts humility, all perfectly balanced.

"You've spent all night cleaning up this little bit of stuff?" Wu Chengye really didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Yes, there's only this much stuff at home, so I'm the one who needs to pack. But I still have some important things I haven't taken, and I'll only feel at ease if I bring them back with me." He subconsciously touched the brocade box wrapped in his bag.

"What is so important to you?" Her gaze also fell on Jinhe's corner.

She didn't pay much attention, but as Huang Ziliang took two steps forward to get into the carriage, the brocade box fell to the ground with a clatter when he leaned forward.

Wu Chengye picked it up, and because the clasp was loose, she immediately saw the pendant she had given him inside the box.

He wasn't wearing a single piece of brocade, and even his clothes were faded from washing, yet he used such an exquisite box to store the pendant, which showed that she still held some weight in his heart.

She didn't say anything, but a smile appeared on her lips as she handed the box to Huang Ziliang: "It's not some rare item that you're so appreciative of. You can have as many as you want in the future."

“Miss Chengye, this pendant is very meaningful to me. I insist on taking it to your residence, but I don’t know who lives in the Cheng residence.”

Wu Chengye never told her that her surname was Wu, so Huang Ziliang pretended that her surname was Chen.

Wu Chengye was a little taken aback by the question. Yes, why did she deliberately hide her name?

Wouldn't driving the carriage back expose them completely? She stared into his eyes with utmost sincerity: "My surname is Wu, the Wu of the current emperor!"

Huang Ziliang was so frightened that he trembled and immediately tried to kneel down on the carriage to pay his respects, his eyes filled with fear: "What virtue or ability do I, a humble commoner, have to be worthy of Your Highness's attention!"

"Treat me the same way you always have. Don't let your status make you timid or hesitant. I don't like that."

"Yes, Miss Chengye, after I go to your residence, will I still be able to come and go freely?"

"Of course you can. You're just going to my residence as a guest, not a servant. I'll give you a pass to enter and exit."

"Thank you, Miss Chengye."

"Don't call me Miss anymore, just call me Chengye, or... Master."

Huang Ziliang lowered her beautiful eyes and said, "Chengye."

When she looked up, their eyes met again, and she looked back at him with the same expression she had when they first met. Wu Chengye felt good; finally, there was someone who wasn't afraid of her anymore.

Huang Ziliang got into the carriage, and Wu Chengye was quite respectful of him, not riding in the same carriage with him, but instead riding his own horse in front.

She wasn't in a hurry, and Huang Ziliang also pursed his lips and got into the carriage. After the curtain was drawn, his face immediately turned cold, and his admiring gaze suddenly became as cold as winter.

Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou also learned that Huang Ziliang was coming to the mansion today, so they booked a table at the teahouse next door early on, so that they could see the carriage passing by from above.

As Huang Ziliang passed by the teahouse, he lifted the curtain, and Changsun Boyu held up a teacup and mouthed the words "Take care."

Huang Ziliang returned a smile, then turned his head without looking back. Chu Qiu stared at that face, somewhat dazed. Just how deep was this blood feud that made him abandon his own innocence?

"Brother Changsun, how long can that face of his last?"

"At most three days, so he usually has to leave the mansion once every two days."

"Then I'll come here every two days."

"With you here to protect me, I feel much more at ease. As for Xiao Yun'er, who is by Ziyan's side, he is always elusive and we can't rely on him much."

"It's not good for two handsome young men to talk badly about others behind their backs." Mo Baiyun squinted and jumped down from the roof beam with a smile. Chu Qiu was quite surprised. They were evenly matched in martial arts, but in terms of concealing their aura, Mo Baiyun was much stronger than him.

"Little Yun'er, what brings you here?"

"I've come to inform you both that, Master, she will be returning soon."

"If she's going back, she's going back. Why did she have to come all the way to tell us?"

"It's all because she misses you all. Of course I don't want her to miss you, but what can I do? I'm her most beloved little Yun'er."

After saying that, he jumped down from the building, disappeared into the crowd, and went home. It didn't seem like long had passed since then, but it was already late autumn in the capital.

"I'm leaving now. I still have things to do at the shop. Fang Yuerong entrusted that shop to me, and I'm swamped with work every day."

He swaggered around, showing no restraint as he walked down the street. He no longer needed to wear a mask, and he didn't care what others said. This was the arrogance of someone who had found a new partner.

Chu Qiu also stood up and walked down, and they walked separately to avoid being seen by others and causing trouble.

When Changsun Boyou went to the shop, he was surprised to see Sima Lingchuan there as well, as only a few of the officials from their household were helping him.

"Master Sima, what brings you here today?"

“I wanted Ziyan to come back soon. It’s late autumn in the capital, and it’s cold in the mornings and evenings, so I came to pick out some warm incense and buy some fabric to make her two sets of clothes.”

His words and eyes were full of love, and Changsun Boyu felt a little jealous for a moment, but he quickly put on a smile again.