I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

As Jiang Che pulled Song Yuqi down the stone steps, they heard Lu Han and Qin Xiao calling out behind them.

"Brother Che! Wait for us!"

Lu Han clung to the wooden railing on the second floor of the inn, waving anxiously.

Qin Xiao was also waving the broken bamboo chopstick beside him, his face full of pleading for help.

Jiang Che patted Song Yuqi's hand, signaling her to wait a moment.

He turned around and nimbly stepped onto the wooden box next to the pillar, using it as leverage to leap back onto the second-floor corridor.

The hair clip in my hand was turned slightly twice in the keyhole, accompanied by a crisp snapping sound of the spring.

The brass lock on Lu Han and Qin Xiao's room fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Che also casually opened the door to Jin Chen's room next door.

Jin Chen pushed open the door, still holding a wooden comb in his hand.

"Chef, your cooking is amazing! You have to teach me sometime!"

All five members of the husky were freed and gathered in the corridor, each with an expression of excitement at their escape.

As soon as Wu Zheng put his hat on his face in the monitoring room, the assistant director yanked at his sleeve.

"Director Wu! Something terrible has happened! They've all run out!"

Wu Zheng flung off his hat, looked at all the empty rooms on the screen, and slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Jiang Che! You're here to sabotage me, aren't you!"

Wu Zheng grabbed the walkie-talkie, pressed the buttons, and shouted.

"All officers in black, listen up! Lock down the entire town!"

"Everyone, launch a massive manhunt! If you catch even one, the entire team will lose all their in-game currency!"

"Did you hear me? Turn it all out!"

Wu Zheng's gritted teeth echoed through the loudspeaker in the inn's lobby.

Upon hearing this, Chen He shrank back and ran towards the back door.

"Get out of here! Old Wu is getting serious!"

Deng Chao pushed Chen He's shoulder from behind, urging him on.

"Hurry up! If they confiscate our Guangtong coins today, we'll be eating nothing but air for lunch!"

The whole group rushed out of the inn's backyard and disappeared into a narrow alley paved with bluestone.

At the end of the alley, there was a wooden sign that read "Baibaoge Costume and Props Shop".

Song Yuqi tugged at Jiang Che's sleeve and pointed to the door of the prop shop.

"Jiang Che, the streets outside are definitely full of men in black. We need to change our clothes."

Jiang Che nodded, pushed open the wooden door, and escorted everyone into the house.

The room was filled with all kinds of costumes, wigs and masks, a dazzling array.

Chen He plunged into the pile of costumes and pulled out a tattered gray Taoist robe.

He then took out a pair of round sunglasses from the box and put them on the bridge of his nose.

He also grabbed a tattered banner with the words "Iron-Mouthed Predictions" written on it.

Chen He hunched over and began to walk around the house with small, shuffling steps, leaning on a bamboo cane.

"Esteemed benefactors, I see that your faces are dark today, foretelling a financial loss."

Deng Chao was laughing uncontrollably beside him, while his hands were also busy.

Deng Chao tore off a piece of floral headscarf and wrapped it around his head.

He changed into a large, floral cotton-padded jacket worn by peasant women, with an apron tied around his waist.

Deng Chao slung a bamboo basket full of fake radishes over his shoulder and began to speak in a high-pitched voice.

"Fresh radishes! Two coins a pound!"

Lu Han changed into a waiter's outfit, with a white towel draped over her shoulder.

Qin Xiao put on a loose-fitting constable's uniform, disguising himself from the outside.

Jin Chen then stuck on two small mustaches, put on a shopkeeper's hat, and transformed into an accountant.

The room was filled with people in all sorts of strange shapes and sizes, and the room was filled with cheerful laughter.

Chen He turned to look at Jiang Che and Song Yuqi, who were standing in the corner.

"Chef, Yuqi, what are you two planning to dress up as?"

"How about we get Yuqi a fortune teller's outfit too?"

Song Yuqi shook her head repeatedly and hid behind Jiang Che.

"I don't want to wear that, it's too ugly."

Jiang Che's gaze swept over the clothes rack in the room.

His gaze fell on a set of crimson gauze dresses and a plain white long gown on the innermost side.

Jiang Che picked out several cosmetic oils and eyebrow pencils from the box.

"Yuqi, sit here."

Jiang Che pulled over a wooden chair and made Song Yuqi sit down.

Song Yuqi sat up obediently and looked up at him.

Jiang Che raised his hand and cupped her slightly cool chin.

Song Yuqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tips of her ears turned red.

Jiang Che focused intently, picked up the brush, and slowly traced the lines of her brow bone.

A delicate touch of powder swept across her cheeks, followed by a dash of crimson lip rouge, which was then applied to her lip tips, creating a warm and moist effect.

Song Yuqi breathed softly, her heart pounding slightly, her eyes fixed on Jiang Che's face, which was so close to hers.

Jiang Che put away his paintbrush and casually tucked a red silk flower into her hair.

"alright."

Song Yuqi walked up to the bronze mirror and glanced at it.

The woman in the mirror has expressive eyes and is beautiful and charming, possessing the lively and graceful charm of a classical beauty.

Jin Chen, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"My goodness! Chef, your makeup skills are so good you could open your own studio!"

Deng Chao tugged at his floral headscarf.

"The difference is too big. We were refugees, while the two of them were on a blind date."

Jiang Che changed into the plain white robe of a musician and held an antique-style wooden zither in his arms.

The two stood side by side, making the interior of the house look quite picturesque.

Chen He waved his hands repeatedly as he watched.

"No way, anyone with eyes that aren't blind can tell at a glance that something's wrong between you two."

Jiang Che held the zither in his arms and smiled.

"It's alright, make the illusory appear real, and the real appear illusory."

After everyone tidied up their gear, they went out of the prop shop separately.

At this moment, the main street of the ancient town was filled with black-clad constables dressed in tight-fitting black outfits and carrying wooden knives at their waists.

Deng Chao, carrying a vegetable basket, moved slowly along the roadside with his head down.

A constable stepped forward to question him, but Deng Chao immediately started shouting in his dialect to sell vegetables, thus fooling the constable.

Chen He, wearing sunglasses, groped his way along the wall, muttering about the Eight Trigrams and the Five Elements.

The constables walked past him with disdain, not recognizing him at all.

In the very center of the main street, Jiang Che and Song Yuqi walked out side by side.

The musician in white was tall and slender, while the woman in red was graceful and charming.

Tourists on the street turned their gazes, and murmurs of admiration rose from the surroundings.

Song Yuqi watched as the two black-clad constables approached, her palms slightly damp with sweat.

She subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Che and quietly tugged at the hem of his long robe.

Jiang Che did not stop.

Just before the black-clad constable reached out to stop the two, Jiang Che extended his arm.

He grabbed Song Yuqi's slender waist and pulled her forcefully into his arms.

Song Yuqi bumped into his chest, her nose lightly touching his clothes, her breath filled with his scent.

Jiang Che lowered his eyes and gazed at her intently, his eyes deep.

"My wife, you must be exhausted from the long journey."

Song Yuqi's breath hitched slightly, but she continued the conversation without hesitation.

She raised her hand to wrap around Jiang Che's waist, her eyes sparkling, her voice soft and gentle.

"As long as I can stay with my husband forever, I don't feel bitter at all."

The two constables in black stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Constable A scratched his head and tucked the wooden knife into his waistband.

"Stop right there! What are you two doing here?"

Jiang Che shielded Song Yuqi behind him, his brows furrowed with sorrow.

"Sir, please understand that I am a musician in the city, and my wife and I are deeply in love."

"However, my father-in-law is a snob who loves wealth and wants to marry her off to a wealthy man named Wang in the east of the city as a concubine."

"We had no other choice but to elope here last night."

Song Yuqi peeked out from behind Jiang Che, her eyes glistening with moisture, her voice slightly choked.

"Please, officers, have mercy and spare our lives!"

As Song Yuqi spoke, she nestled close to Jiang Che's side.

Jiang Che lowered his head and gently patted her back twice, his expression full of concern.

The live stream screen was completely covered by comments at that moment.

"This acting! They deserve an Oscar!"

"Jiang Che's waist-hugging move was so practiced, it really made the scene incredibly immersive!"

"Song Yuqi's calling of 'husband' was so sweet it made my bones melt!"

"This isn't a escape; it's a blatant display of affection in front of the entire town!"

"Old Wu is probably kicking himself to death in the monitoring room!"

The two young constables in black were clearly not expecting this turn of events.

Seeing the couple so affectionately together, Constable B sighed.

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

Constable A was also somewhat moved and waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, you guys should leave now."

"The west gate is heavily guarded. Go through the alley to the south; there's no one there!"

Jiang Che quickly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you so much, officer, for your great kindness!"

Song Yuqi also curtsied.

"Thank you for your kindness, officer!"

The two walked hand in hand through the main street and hurried along the alley the constable had pointed out.

The moment they turned into the alley, Song Yuqi could no longer hold back. She leaned on Jiang Che's shoulder, laughing so hard her shoulders trembled.

"Jiang Che, you're such a good storyteller! You even brought up Master Wang!"

Jiang Che looked at her smiling face and smiled too.

He took Song Yuqi's slightly cool hand in his own and intertwined their fingers.

"Wasn't this a very good performance, my wife?"

Upon hearing this address, Song Yuqi's cheeks flushed slightly.

She raised her other hand and pinched Jiang Che's forearm.

"Who's your wife? We're filming a TV show, don't take advantage of me."

Jiang Che leaned down slightly and whispered in her ear.

"Just now on the street, I don't know who was calling out 'husband' so smoothly."

Song Yuqi pursed her lips, looked up at him and glared, but couldn't help but laugh.

She rested her head on Jiang Che's arm and walked alongside him.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops in the alley, and a gentle breeze ruffled the hems of their clothes, creating a striking contrast of red and white.

Under a large tree not far away, Deng Chao, Chen He, Lu Han, Qin Xiao, and Jin Chen were squatting on the ground counting Tongbao coins.

Chen He had a fortune-telling stick in his mouth. When he saw the two people walking over, he stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

"Oh, so the talented couple successfully eloped?"

Deng Chao patted the dust off his hands and joked loudly.

"We saw it all! The entire town's constables were almost moved to tears by your performance!"

Lu Han handed over two bottles of water, shaking her head with a smile.

"Che-ge, Yu-qi, your actions are truly a game-changer."

Jin Chen covered her mouth and chuckled softly beside her.

"I saw it clearly from the second floor of the teahouse just now. Old Wu was yelling into the walkie-talkie, saying that all the constables were traitors."

The crowd gathered together and burst into joyful laughter.

The sky over the ancient town was clear and cloudless, with a gentle breeze blowing in early summer.

Song Yuqi held Jiang Che's hand, feeling the warmth emanating from his palm, and walked with light steps.

She turned to look at Jiang Che, her eyes bright.

Jiang Che met her gaze, smiled back, and squeezed her hand even tighter.