He followed Yang Liu into the room and lay down on a soft couch.

Yang Liu sat next to him and gently massaged his legs. Sang Hongfu squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

"Hiss~" His sudden cry of pain made Yang Liu stop what she was doing: "What's wrong, sir? Did I use too much force?"

Sang Hongfu glanced at her aggrieved little face and his heart melted instantly: "No, Liu'er's massage felt very comfortable. My legs were a little sore from kneeling for too long in the palace."

Upon hearing the words "imperial palace," Yang Liu immediately thought of that peerless man. Her expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly masked it.

Yang Liu looked at him with heartache, and quietly took off Sang Hongfu's shoes: "Let me see."

Sang Hongfu didn't say anything and just lay there, letting her do as she pleased.

Yang Liu loosened his trouser leg and saw the bruise on his knee. Her eyes immediately reddened: "Master, you are the Prime Minister. The Emperor is going too far."

Upon hearing her words, Sang Hongfu quickly covered her mouth: "Liu'er, you mustn't say such things carelessly."

Yang Liu pouted, looking aggrieved: "What's wrong! Can't I even speak my mind in my own home? You are his subject, that's true, but you are also my husband. My God, I feel so sorry for you."

As she spoke, she began to sob.

Sang Hongfu quickly sat up and pulled her into his arms: "Alright, Liu'er, I'm not blaming you."

Yang Liu hesitated for a while before slowly sitting up. He then pushed Sang Hongfu to lie down, saying, "Lie down and don't move."

Sang Hongfu didn't know what he was going to do, but he still obediently lay down.

Yang Liu went into the room and found a bottle of ointment. She brought it out and said, "This was prepared by my father before he passed away. When I was traveling around with my father, performing for a living, he felt sorry for me and specially made this ointment to treat my sprains and bruises."

As she spoke, she sat down next to Sang Hongfu and gently applied the ointment to him.

After she finished applying the ointment, she was about to get up to put it away when Sang Hongfu grabbed her hand. Sang Hongfu looked at her tenderly and said, "Liu'er, you have suffered in the past. Now that you are with me, I will definitely not treat you badly."

Yang Liu's already red eyes became even redder, and tears streamed down her face: "Master~"

Sang Hongfu sat up and looked at her with a smile: "Look at you, why are you crying? From now on, you are only allowed to laugh and not cry when you follow the master, otherwise the master will punish you!"

The two laughed and joked together, unaware that the First Madam had already exploded over the matter.

The First Madam glared at the kneeling maid below her: "You said that as soon as Master came back, he went straight to that little slut?"

The maid nodded: "Yes, Madam, I saw it clearly. When Master came back, he had a gloomy face, but now he's been coaxed by that little hussy, and the two of them are having a great time."

"Rebellion! Rebellion!" The First Madam jumped up from her chair. "What a vixen! She's managed to trick Master into neglecting his duties and spending all his time indulging in pleasure with her!"

"Madam, please calm down," Cuiping said softly beside her.

It would have been better if she hadn't spoken, because the moment she did, the First Madam immediately thought of her so-called plan, and her anger flared even more: "How dare you say that? Didn't you say this plan would definitely work? Why did Master go to that little slut's room again!"

Cuiping pursed her lips. Logically, this shouldn't be the case. Hasn't the master heard yet?