There was also a lotus pond, and now, there was also a wisteria forest. The maid led Liu Zhiyi around a corner of the corridor and saw a field of wisteria flowers in full bloom.

Liu Zhiyi's eyes widened as he stared.

Just then, I heard a muffled laugh behind me. When I turned around, I found that Song Hanchuan had come behind them at some point.

He was dressed in plain white home clothes, with his long, dark hair casually tied up and draped behind him.

Liu Zhiyi hurriedly went up to him, with a smile on his face, a mixture of anger and worry.

"You were asleep, why are you here?"

"You have so many injuries on your body, why are you running around instead of lying in bed and recuperating?"

Song Hanchuan pursed his lips, gently pulled up Liu Zhiyi's hands hanging at her side, squeezed them tenderly, then raised his head, his clear eyebrows curved, and his gentle voice sounded like a clear spring hitting a rock, sounding extremely pleasant.

"I know you're worried about my wound opening, so you're using a wheelchair. Look, I just need to sit still and I'll be fine."

"And," he paused, his ears slightly red.

"I want to see you."

As soon as the words fell, the maids beside him all covered their mouths and laughed.

Qingyun curled the corners of his lips as usual. He no longer wanted to say that love makes people fickle.

His cold and aloof master has changed completely since he first met Liu Zhiyi at the palace banquet that year.

Love at first sight, love forever.

Every day after that, this gentleman changed. Now, even the young guard who grew up with him could hardly recognize him.

Liu Zhiyi glared at him.

"What do you want to see me for?"

Song Hanchuan pursed his lips. In fact, it was the doorman who told him that Pei Yunchu came to visit with a bunch of gifts, and he was so angry that he asked him to be driven away.

This way, I can no longer lie down.

He simply got up, asked about Liu Zhiyi's whereabouts, and hurried here.

It was not until I saw the beautiful figure in front of me clearly that my heart seemed to settle down and feel at ease.

The man blinked, thinking quickly about what to say. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he coughed lightly to cover up.

"I...I'm bored when you're not around."

The tone sounded quite pitiful.

Seeing him like this, Liu Zhiyi couldn't say anything harsh. She immediately changed the subject and invited him to appreciate the flowers together.

When Liu Zhiyi learned that he had spent a lot of money to buy these wisteria flowers from Jiangnan, thousands of miles away, he didn't know whether to be moved or call him a spendthrift.

One tree is worth thousands of gold coins. There are more than ten trees in total, and all of them have racks. How much will it cost?

He made such a fuss just because she said she liked him casually. He was so inhumane.

Liu Zhiyi narrowed her eyes and stared at Song Hanchuan without blinking, which made the other party look confused and pulled the corner of his mouth uncomfortably.

In a stiff tone,

"Qingqing, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face, or did I say something wrong that upset you, or is there something wrong with me?"

Liu Zhiyi blinked, then suddenly bent down and approached Song Hanchuan, whispering in his ear,

"Although you've been an official for many years, you can't have accumulated such a huge fortune, right? Don't tell me you're a corrupt official."

The more I think about it, the more possible it seems.

Song Hanchuan has no parents and no family support or protection, so he doesn't have much wealth.

But in the three years since she knew him, the clothes she and her best friend wore all year round were made of precious materials, and any one of them was worth a fortune, and some were even priceless.

Not to mention the well-cut designs, fine stitching, and intricate and exquisite embroidery.

You can tell at first glance that they are the work of a famous artist, and each piece takes a long time and effort to complete.

But even so, from his place, those things were delivered to the two best friends like wholesale on an assembly line every month.

Even the most favored empress in the palace would not dare to spend money so extravagantly.

How rich does one have to be?

By the way, there was also the jade mine he gave to her and Shen Ningzhu a few days ago.

Those two mines are not small.

All of this was not something that a prime minister with an annual salary of 1,000 taels could have.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhiyi's face became increasingly gloomy. He was really worried that his food, clothing, and daily expenses were all from the blood and sweat of the people that Song Hanchuan had plundered.

But soon, she came to her senses.

Song Hanchuan is not such a person. He has a noble character and cares about the people. How could he do something that would harm the people?

Song Hanchuan quietly observed the changes in her expression. Seeing that her originally pale face gradually returned to a rosy color, he knew that she understood him.

I couldn't help but feel relieved.

He did not hide anything from her and told Liu Zhiyi his entire life story.

It turns out that Song Hanchuan was the second son of the Song family, the richest family in Jiangnan. He was dignified and elegant since childhood, and was self-disciplined and cautious. He knew the surnames of hundreds of families at the age of three and could recite the Four Books and Five Classics by heart at the age of five.

He could read ten lines at a glance and had a photographic memory. He was a famous child prodigy in the area.

Such a person emerged from a merchant family, and everyone in the clan was ecstatic. Finally, a group of elders decided to send the five-year-old boy to go out to study in the capital to study under a great scholar of the time.

Unexpectedly, the news leaked out for some reason, causing jealousy from the powerful.

Just the day before he left for the capital, a group of men in black who came from nowhere rushed into the Song Mansion.

That night, flames shot up into the sky and arrows rained down from the sky. Among the more than 300 people in the Song Mansion, men, women, young and old, masters and servants, no one was left alive.

Afterwards, it was burned to ashes.

At the critical moment, it was the housekeeper who threw him into the dry well in the backyard, and then dressed his five-year-old grandson in gorgeous clothes and killed him under the sword of the criminals.

The well was too high for him to climb out, and he passed out from hunger. He stayed inside for more than ten days before being rescued.

Later he learned that it was the former emperor who saved him.

Song Hanchuan spoke in a low voice, narrating his past in a straightforward manner. His face was calm, without a trace of emotion, as if the tragic past was just something that happened to someone else.

But Liu Zhiyi noticed that his hands, which were clasped around the side of the wheelchair, were slightly tense, and his knuckles were turning white.

Having said that, Song Hanchuan raised his head slightly and smiled gently at Liu Zhiyi.

"Although the Song family is gone, the shopkeepers under my command have been loyal to me for many years. The Song family's business is spread all over the world and involves many industries."

"The clothes and jewelry I gave you are all from the Song family's business, and the two jade mines are also owned by the Song family."

Liu Zhiyi scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up."

Song Hanchuan smiled and shook his head. "It's okay. I've already taken revenge. Let these things go."

Liu Zhiyi pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay. By the way, I have nothing to do now, how about I play the piano for you?"

Song Hanchuan's eyes flashed with surprise. He never thought that she could play the piano. He immediately sighed,

"Qingqing, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"