Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Cui Shi'an had no idea how he got back to the dormitory.

I'm receiving so much information that my mind is foggy and I feel like I can't keep up.

Was Liu Zhimin a sacred relic in his past life? A human pillar of the peninsula?

He knew that Silla implemented the bone rank system, which originated during the reign of Silla's founder, Hyeokgeose, and was a closed ruling group formed through intermarriage among the Park, Seok, and Kim families.

According to the established system, only members of these three families can inherit the throne, hold the highest official positions, and be responsible for national sacrifices.

Below them are, in order, the True Bone Family, the First-Rank Nobles, and the Non-Bone Rank Class.

The highest-ranking nobles were divided into three grades: six-rank, five-rank, and four-rank.

The non-bone class consisted of peddlers and laborers, with slaves being the lowest class.

Its structure is similar to the caste system, with strict prohibitions on intermarriage between different bone families, and even strict boundaries for intermarriage between the True Bone Family and the Holy Bone Family.

This is probably why the bloodline of the Holy Bone Family is becoming increasingly diluted.

Think about it, a family is related to each other by blood, it's hard to keep the lineage, after all, the population base is only so small.

In short, historical records state that after Queen Jinde's death in the mid-seventh century, the lineage of the Holy Bone was severed, and power then transitioned to the True Bone class.

But if that's the case, then Liu Zhimin's past life might have been the daughter of Queen Jindeok, rather than the daughter of King Munmu, Kim Beopmin?

No wonder the titles were different, because during that period, most royal women were titled "Niangzhu" or "Gongzhu," and very few were called "Wengzhu."

I never expected that the Holy Bone Family would also have the effect of suppressing evil spirits. If that's the case, it is indeed very necessary to maintain the purity of the bloodline.

Just as Cui Shi'an was lost in thought, the vibration of his phone beside his pillow startled him awake.

↱【Are you back in the dorm yet? Why haven't you let me know you're safe?! ٩(๑•̀ω•́๑)۶】

Cui Shi'an smiled slightly: "You're already lying down. I thought you were asleep."

↱【Hmph, see you at the gym tomorrow, all talk?】

[Inner~]

↱【So, I'm going to sleep now?】

【it is good. 】

↱【No...you don't have anything to say to me?】

Uh…

Cui Shi'an thought for a moment, then carefully typed a line: "[You've worked hard today, goodnight, see you tomorrow.]"

↱【……Oh…】

The next afternoon, in a private practice room at that upscale gym in the northern part of the city.

When Cui Shi'an opened the door, Liu Zhimin was already there.

With her back to the door and facing the wall mirror, she adjusted the support straps on her wrists. The zipper of her thin sports jacket was only half-zipped up, revealing a close-fitting black sports vest underneath that perfectly outlined her superior figure.

She wore a pair of equally fitted black high-waisted yoga pants, which showed off her long, straight, and shapely legs, as well as her full and perky buttocks without reservation.

She wasn't wearing socks; her bare feet were on the dark yoga mat, revealing slender ankles and beautifully arched feet.

What's most striking is her hairstyle today: her long, jet-black hair is tied up high and styled into a casual yet neat bun on top of her head, revealing her graceful, swan-like neck.

However, due to sweating, a few unruly strands of hair broke free from her temples and the back of her neck, sticking wetly to the sides of her slender neck and the smooth skin of her nape, gently swaying with her breath.

Hearing the door open, Liu Zhimin looked at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed with a healthy glow from exercise, his eyes were bright, and beneath his sweat-dampened scalp...

That delicate face, radiating vitality after exercise, exuded a striking, vibrant, and sensual charm.

She saw Cui Shi'an standing frozen at the door, raised an eyebrow slightly, and a half-smile curved her lips:

"What are you spacing out for?"

Cui Shi'an suddenly came to his senses, felt his ears getting hot, and quickly closed the door and came in.

He didn't know anything about holy relics or anything like that.

But at this moment, Liu Zhimin,

Absolutely extraordinary! So tempting it's tempting to commit crimes!

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Liu Zhimin turned around, put her hands on her hips, and tilted her head slightly to look at him. This gesture made the lines of her neck look more graceful, and the few strands of wet hair were more noticeable.

Cui Shi'an coughed lightly, looked away, walked to the equipment, put down his backpack, and said casually:

"No plans for today?"

"Yes." She nodded, a hint of curiosity showing on her slightly flushed cheeks. "Who was that person last night? A messenger from hell?"

"Higher than the messengers of hell."

Upon hearing this, she became even more interested, stood up, and walked over to him: "Then what does he want from you? He was talking in a very mysterious way. What did you mean by telling him I'm your wife?"

Cui Shi'an paused, somewhat embarrassed.

"Hmm?" Liu Zhimin could tell from his expression that he was hiding something. His eyes narrowed, and he adopted a stern tone, as if interrogating a criminal: "Tell me, what do you mean?"

"Aigoo, none of that matters anymore," Cui Shi'an tried to brush it off.

But she was clearly not the kind of person who liked to be fooled. She immediately pinched the skin on his arm with her small hand and glared at him fiercely: "Speak!"

"...Madam! It's Madam's will!" Cui Shi'an went all out, raising his voice slightly, but turning his face to the other side, not daring to look at her.

The air fell silent for a moment.

The fingers gripping his arm loosened.

Choi Si-an quietly turned his gaze back and saw that Yoo Ji-min was frozen in place, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The cheeks that were originally flushed from exercise and anger suddenly turned red, spreading rapidly to the base of the ears and neck, and even the exposed collarbone skin was tinged with a light pink.

She almost jogged back to the yoga mat, squatted down with her back to him, and pretended to re-tie the support straps that didn't need any adjustments.

Several seconds later, her voice, which she tried to keep calm but still trembled slightly, finally came through:

"...Why...why did you say that..."

The voice was soft and muffled, completely lacking the force of the "torture" interrogation earlier.

Looking at her bright red ear tips and her feigned composure, Cui Shi'an felt a strange tenderness and a sense of enlightenment replace the embarrassment he had felt.

The bearded man's description of them as a "virtuous couple" may not be without basis; the conversation on the mountaintop last night, the truth about the sacred relics, the entanglement spanning a thousand years...

All clues seem to point to the answer that was already predetermined.

He took a deep breath, gazing at her retreating figure, and said in a tone much more composed and earnest than before:

"Because...we are husband and wife."

These words, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, resonated clearly in the private space where only the two of them were present.

Liu Zhimin's hands, which were tying the straps, stopped completely, and his shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.

However, at this moment,

"Click".

The door to the private practice room opened, and the female coach stood there in shock.

Beside them stood a stunned Aespa agent!