How could someone be unhappy living in a matriarchal society?

Chapter 65 On Ghostwriters

"Alright, take a look at these. They're all the latest styles, and the young men in town really like them," the shopkeeper said enthusiastically, a smile on his face.

"Okay." Shi An smiled and took the scented sachets from the waiter, gently smelling each one.

He focused intently on each fragrance, sometimes immersing himself in a sea of ​​flowers, sometimes entering an orchard.

Finally, he selected a few of his favorite scented teas and bought them with satisfaction.

As Shi An approached, Chu Ci felt a fragrant aroma waft towards him, a rather mixed scent.

She asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly decide to buy spices?"

To be honest, I prefer the fresh and natural scent of soapberry in Chu Ci.

Shi An nudged Chu Ci's arm. "Have you forgotten? I'm going to make sachets."

Chu Ci was taken aback. "Oh right, how could I have forgotten about that?"

Shi An's lips curled up slightly, her eyes sparkling with tenderness. "Let me sew one for you first."

Actually, Chu Ci wasn't particularly interested in sachets, but if Shi An had sewn them by hand, that would be a different story.

She smiled and nodded, readily agreeing, "Okay."

"When we get back, you can choose a spice you like," Shi An reminded him.

"Mmm," Chu Ci responded softly.

After shopping, the two returned home in high spirits.

Shi An couldn’t wait to show Chu Ci the spices he had bought.

"These two are fruitwood scented. Smell them and see if you like them." Shi An carefully picked up the scented sachets and handed them to Chu Ci.

Chu Ci leaned closer and sniffed, a few strands of hair falling from her forehead, making her look like a goddess.

Shi An stared at her blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

He clutched his chest and quickly lowered his head.

Oh no! The female lead is so beautiful...

Chu Ci smelled all the spices and finally chose a fruity wood scent, somewhat similar to the smell of peaches. It smelled very pleasant and not overpowering.

Shi An held it in his hand and said confidently, "Don't worry, I will definitely embroider the most beautiful sachet for my wife."

When she said this, Shi An's eyes sparkled, and they looked especially beautiful.

Chu Ci leaned closer and gently kissed Shi An on the lips, then said earnestly.

"Thank you, my husband. I will definitely cherish it."

Chu Ci's pupils were very dark, as if they could suck people in.

As Shi An watched, her heart skipped a beat. She wrapped her arms around Chu Ci's neck and kissed him.

Because Shi An took the initiative, the kiss lasted for a long time.

When he was pushed away, Shi An was still somewhat dazed, and he clung to Chu Ci, pouting, "My lady~"

Chu Ci patted his back, nuzzled against his ear, and softly replied, "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Shi An's voice was slightly hoarse: "I like my wife..."

"I like Shi An too," Chu Ci said, kissing the man's earlobe and smoothing his hair.

"It's getting late, I need to go study."

Shi An nodded, reluctantly letting go of Chu Ci: "Okay, I'll stay by your side."

"Ah."

Chu Ci got up, walked to the desk, sat down, opened the book, and began to review his lessons.

Shi An sat to the side, looked at Chu Ci for a while, then picked up a needle and thread and began to embroider.

As the sun gradually set, Chu Ci turned to the last page of the book in his hands.

Just as she was about to get up and leave the desk, Shi An behind her suddenly exclaimed.

Chu Ci immediately turned around and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did you prick your hand?"

However, Shi An shook her head, pouted at Chu Ci, and said somewhat aggrievedly, "That's not the reason. We haven't finished talking about the ghostwriter yet."

"..." Chu Ci looked helpless upon hearing this.

She slowly sat back in her chair, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed deeply.

In fact, before this, she had been living in a world full of killing and danger.

Her father was brutally murdered, and she carried the burden of a blood feud while also having to evade the pursuit of her enemies.

From the age of sixteen, her life was filled with the scent of blood almost every day, with endless assassinations following one after another.

At the age of twenty-two, she cultivated her skills to the fifth level and received the protection of the Blood Robe Tower Master.

Life has only just begun to improve slightly.

Although you no longer need to face assassination attempts every day, you still need to complete the tasks inside the building.

Later on, he would fight with the left and right protectors of the Demonic Sect, and he would be injured every time.

For Chu Ci, who has already recovered most of his internal strength, life is too peaceful now.

In the past few months, Chu Ci had been adjusting to the world and didn't feel too bad about it, but recently she's been getting restless.

The bloodlust within her occasionally stirred, and she mostly vented it by chopping wood.

Sometimes she felt like she had rusted.

This is not good news for martial arts practitioners.

Chu Ci knew that Shi An was worried about her, so she patiently explained, "I'll be fine, Shi An."

The man ran over and hugged her, his voice choked with emotion, "How could I not worry? A hitman deals with outlaws, and I don't want you to do that."

Chu Ci gently patted Shi An's back and comforted her, "I'm very strong, it's really okay."

After a moment of silence, Chu Ci decided to tell Shi An about her past experiences...

A quarter of an hour later.

"I died at the age of thirty, and then I came into this body. So, am I a bit older than you?"

However, her question went unanswered.

Chu Ci glanced at Shi An in confusion, only to find that he was already in tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Chu Ci panicked a little and hurriedly wiped away Shi An's tears, gently coaxing her, "Don't cry, don't cry. I'm telling you this so you know that I'm really strong, so don't worry about me."

Shi An sobbed, saying intermittently, "Wife... Mistress, I had no idea you had such a hard life before. My heart aches for you."

Chu Ci's eyes softened upon hearing this, "You cried because you felt sorry for me..."

"Mmm." Shi An's eyes were pink from crying, and her eyelashes were all wet. "How could such a good person as my wife have to go through all this? My wife deserves to have the best of everything in this world."

The man sniffed. "I hope my wife can live a healthy and happy life."

Chu Ci looked at him for a while, then gave him a genuine smile. "Yes, we all will."

Seeing how gentle she was, Shi An seized the opportunity to make a request: "Then please stop being the ghostwriter, okay?"

Chu Ci refused without hesitation: "No."

Shi An: "........."