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Before Sang Huan had turned around for three breaths, a gentle breeze suddenly rose behind her.

Then came screams and howls of pain. The robbers, who had started by cursing, eventually begged for mercy.

"Hero! Hero! I was wrong! Please, please spare us! I'll kowtow to you! Oh! I know I was wrong!"

After an unknown amount of time, the man's deep, clear voice finally rang out.

"You know you're wrong? Go apologize to my wife."

Immediately afterwards, Sang Huan heard footsteps approaching and saw Shang Fuyan appear in front of her.

He was as handsome and noble as before, with an indifferent aura, as if the screams from before had nothing to do with him.

In stark contrast were the few arrogant and domineering bandits beside him; their faces were bruised and swollen, and they all walked with a limp.

When the bandits met Shang Fuyan's gaze, their legs went weak and they knelt down before him, crying and begging for mercy with snot and tears streaming down their faces.

"Young Madam, we were ungrateful for blocking your way. Please don't hold it against us, and forgive us! We know we were wrong!"

The way he was trembling like a leaf startled Sang Huan, who looked up at Shang Fuyan in surprise.

Shang Fuyan remained expressionless. "Is my wife still angry? If she is, I will directly..."

As he spoke, he winked at Sang Huan and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Hero, no, young mistress, we were wrong! We truly know we were wrong, please, please forgive us!"

"Yes, we saw that you two bought a lot of things in town earlier, so we thought we'd come and get some money to spend. But we didn't mean anything by it! The talk of murder is just talk; we just wanted to scam some money. We never thought about anything else!"

"Yes, yes, please, you two gods, spare us!"

Before Sang Huan could even speak, the bandits trembled and began to kowtow, crying out in pain.

Their pitiful appearance was exactly like that of someone who had lost their parents, which made Sang Huan, who was being kowtowed to by them, frown.

She took a step back, a hint of disdain appearing in her watery eyes.

"Alright, let them go."

Upon hearing this, several people's eyes lit up with surprise, but when they noticed Shang Fuyan standing to the side, they couldn't help but shrink back.

"No, no, young master, look what the young mistress has said... you..."

"roll."

Shang Fuyan lifted his eyelids and uttered a detached word.

The group of people who had been trembling just moments before suddenly felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and scrambled away to leave the area not far away.

"Let's go."

Watching the group gradually disappear into the distance, Shang Fuyan withdrew his gaze, turned around to pick up something from the side, and set off again with Sang Huan towards the wooden house.

Along the way, Sang Huan couldn't help but look at Shang Fuyan frequently, recalling the ruthless and decisive way he acted, and the scholar identity she had fabricated for him.

She couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but Shang Fuyan acted as if he knew nothing and didn't ask any questions.

Seeing that she kept turning her head to look at him, Shang Fuyan thought that she was not feeling well and asked her what was wrong from time to time.

This made Sang Huan, who was already feeling guilty, even more uncomfortable.

After dinner, Sang Huan watched as Shang Fuyan hung up the small decorations the two of them had bought.

Sang Huan finally couldn't hold back any longer. She lay on the chaise longue, resting her chin on her hand, and spoke.

"Fusang, don't you have any questions for me?"

"What?"

After arranging the little rabbit pendant, Shang Fuyan calmly turned around to look at it.

When they arrived home, a thin layer of gray-blue had already settled over the sky. After they finished eating and cleaned up, the outer room was completely dark, with only the warm yellow candlelight flickering inside providing illumination.

Because the light was insufficient, Shang Fuyan specially held a candle in his hand for illumination.

As he turned to look at himself, the warm yellow light on his hand swayed with his movement, reflecting on the man's handsome profile and adding a touch of gentleness to his cool and noble features.

With every frown and smile, she could make one's heart flutter.

With such a strikingly handsome man before her, Sang Huan couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

Why isn't Huanhuan saying anything?

Shang Fuyan placed the candlestick in his hand on the wooden table beside him. The slight sound reached Sang Huan's ears, and she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Ah, I..."

As soon as she spoke, Shang Fuyan appeared before her, his face suddenly looming large in front of her, causing Sang Huan, who was about to speak, to stop in her tracks.

The two were almost face to face, the deep, cold scent of cedar mingling with the soft, sweet fragrance. She met those long, narrow, dark eyes that seemed to want to devour her completely.

The girl, regaining her senses, blushed slightly on her fair cheeks and quickly reached out to push the man away.

"Why are you suddenly getting so close? Get away from me!"

"Huanhuan's voice was too soft just now, I couldn't hear what she was saying, so I deliberately leaned closer to listen."

"But it can't be this close!"

"All right."

Seeing that the girl was about to get angry, Shang Fuyan stopped teasing her and stood up straight.

"So what was Huanhuan trying to say just now?"

The heat on Sang Huan's face slowly dissipated as the two separated.

She pursed her lips, remembered the topic she wanted to ask, and glanced at Shang Fuyan's expression before returning to the previous topic.

Upon hearing this, Shang Fuyan's expression remained unchanged.

"What's so interesting to ask?"

"Don't you think it's unusual for a scholar like you to have such good martial arts skills and strength?"

"The journey to the capital for the imperial examination is long and arduous, and bandits are not uncommon along the way. If one truly wants to participate in the spring examination smoothly, without some martial arts skills, one would have died halfway there."

Silly wife, you don't even know such a small detail; you can only fool him.

"what……"

Sang Huan hadn't thought of this detail, but looking at Shang Fuyan's seemingly in control manner, she felt that something was amiss.

"Don't you really think something's wrong?"

Logically, shouldn't the male lead be the one being thoroughly...played with and manipulated by her? But now...

"What is Huanhuan trying to make me feel like something's wrong?"

"...Why do I feel like there's something wrong with you?"

"Yes, that's correct."

Shang Fuyan stepped closer to the girl, lowering his eyes to look at her intently.

"All I know is that Huanhuan and I are now husband and wife. Husband and wife should be one, and I trust Huanhuan. Huanhuan must have her reasons for not telling me, and I'm willing to wait for her to speak up."

He looked at the stunned Sang Huan, took her hand, lowered his eyes, and gently kissed the girl's forehead with his soft, thin lips.

"I don't know what Huanhuan is worried about, but I want to say that Huanhuan doesn't need to worry. Having you as my wife is my good fortune."

So, don't hold any grudges against him anymore.

Sang Huan stared at him for a moment, her long eyelashes trembled, and she looked away in a flustered manner.

But then it became apparent that the man's collar had been slightly open at some point, revealing a large expanse of his pale, refined skin beneath his collarbone...

There was also a faint hint of... nakedness, and in the dim candlelight, the man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, making one's heart tremble involuntarily...

Sang Huan's gaze paused slightly, and then she saw that... it was getting closer, and she could hear the man's deep, husky voice.

"Huanhuan, it's late, time to go to bed..."

(There will be one more ticket later)