"So, it turns out to be Miss Prime Minister's daughter..." Qi Yan sighed and said, "Although the Emperor has rescinded the arranged marriage, Ah Zheng and Miss He are no longer involved. However, I still need to apologize to Miss He again here."

After speaking, Qi Yan respectfully bowed with both hands.

[The male protagonist's fondness for Qi Yan increases by 10 points. Current fondness level: 40.]

Qiyuan's respectful attitude struck a chord in Puyang Zheng's heart.

He Hui looked at Qi Yan, a cold smile forming at the corner of her mouth, but it was instantly covered up by a full and innocent smile: "What are you saying, Master Qi Yan! This matter has nothing to do with anyone, so there's no need to apologize."

[The female lead's favorability towards Qi Yan: -10, current favorability: -20]

The prompt sound from the system rang on time. Qi Yan suppressed the laughter that was about to burst out, and pretended to be delighted on his face: "If that's the case, Miss He would definitely be favored by heaven for helping these lovers, and in the near future, she will surely find a perfect husband."

Hearing this, He Hui covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Behind her warm red cheeks, there was a feeling of coldness and ruthlessness.

He Hui unexpectedly stayed in the general's residence to have dinner.

Qi Yan didn't expect that she would be so disregarding of other people's opinions, or perhaps she wanted the outside world to spread more about her and Pu Yangzheng's matters.

During the meal, Puyang Zheng took great care of Qi Yan, picking up vegetables and pouring tea for him, doing everything for him personally. On the other hand, He Hui had a smile on her face. If it weren't for the fact that Qi Yan's favorable impression of her was rapidly declining, he would truly have been deceived by He Hui's acting skills.

Such a woman is the most undesirable, lying in wait, full of cunning and devious schemes.

After finishing dinner, Qi Yan saw that He Hui wanted to visit the General's Mansion again, so he intended to speak up and stop her. Unexpectedly, it was Pu Yangzheng who spoke first.

"Miss He, it's already late today. You shouldn't linger in General's Manor any longer. Otherwise, it will have an impact on Miss He's reputation and also displease Master Yan."

With these words, He Hui's face turned pale, feeling choked. She could only force a smile and take her leave.

[The female lead's affection towards Qi Yan is -10, current affection level: -50.]

Quietly watching He Hui walk away unwillingly, Qi Yan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a captivating smile played at the corners of his mouth. He looked at Pu Yangzheng and said, "General, you really know how to talk."

Coughing lightly, Puyang Zheng shifted the topic and said, "You should rest early today. I still have some official business to take care of."

"Should I wait for you to go to bed?"

"Just, just what are you saying! You should go to sleep first!"

Pu Yangzheng's ears turned slightly red from being teased, and he quickly walked past Qi Yan, heading towards the direction of the study.

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A good night's sleep. With the nameless petals descending in the night breeze, the ground is covered in apricot white. The morning light is just right, sitting by the window, watching the scenery of the General's Residence, it brings a unique feeling.

Not long after daybreak, the system's voice suddenly resounded.

[The female protagonist is on her way to the general's manor. Please prepare yourself, host.]

Qi Yan paused in his tea pouring motion. Ready? Why? To confront?

However, He Hui just left last night, and this residual warmth has not yet dissipated. It seems a bit provocative to rush over so eagerly...

With a light hum, a clear dark reflection appeared in Qi Yan's bright black pupils as he watched Pu Yang Zheng practicing martial arts. Qi Yan smirked.

Since you're here, let me dazzle your eyes.

Lifting his long robe, Qi Yan headed straight towards Puyang Zheng. Puyang Zheng was in thin clothing, practicing martial arts, covered in sweat and exuding a strong masculine aura. Without hesitation, Qi Yan walked over and, without saying a word, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

"You..."

"What...?" She nibbled on his lip and turned, "Don't you want it?"

After holding back for a while, Puyang Zheng, his face flushed, blurted out, "Are you... are you okay now?"

"Heh..." Qi Yan chuckled softly, extending his hand without any hesitation, as he slipped it into his pants, grasping the slightly erect, massive member and gently stroking the tip.

"Hiss——!"