Chu Qianli was truly drunk.
Her little face was flushed, as if it had been kissed by rouge.
Her large eyes, though still blinking slowly, held a hazy glow within them.
She was quite drunk.
Chu Wang stood up and stared at Feng Yexuan.
Feng Yexuan’s gaze shifted from Chu Qianli to him.
“Is Uncle-Master disregarding danger just for a few more sips of wine?”
Feng Yexuan’s eyes were stern.
“I don’t recall Uncle-Master being such a heavy drinker?”
In the past, he had been treated to countless fine wines and delicacies, but Chu Wang knew this was the Beiming Kingdom, and he had never allowed himself to be too unrestrained.
But tonight, looking at the array of mischievous wine bottles scattered on the floor.
This wasn’t just being unrestrained; it was outright indulgence!
And his brother, who never touched alcohol, now looked like a puddle of mud, clearly drunk and unconscious!
When had this fellow learned to drink so heavily?
Had he been corrupted by this woman?
Feng Yexuan couldn’t help but lower his head to look at the little girl in his arms.
So flushed and dazed… his heart inexplicably skipped a beat or two!
Chu Wang stood up, his steps still unsteady, his feet seeming to float.
However, among the four people in the room, he was the only one who retained a sliver of reason.
“This little girl in your manor… she’s fun, really fun.”
Chu Wang shook the bottle in his hand; there were two sips left.
He immediately raised it and drank it down in one gulp.
The scarlet liquid, he had never seen it before.
She said she brewed it herself, whether it was true or not, it was delicious and potent.
He had carelessly drunk over a dozen bottles and she had complained about him being too expensive.
So stingy!
Yet, so adorably stingy.
“I’ve made friends with this little one. From now on, don’t bully her.”
Chu Wang turned and left without a word of farewell.
A gust of wind blew outside, and in an instant, he was gone.
With his martial arts cultivation, even in a drunken state, there shouldn’t be any problems.
However…
Feng Yexuan lowered his head and glanced at Chu Qianli, his handsome face instantly darkening!
His Uncle-Master had befriended this woman, meaning her seniority would be higher than his?
What a joke!
If she wanted to be friends with his woman, there was no way!
Even Uncle-Master couldn’t intervene!
“Send these people back to rest!” He turned and left, still holding a little girl in his arms.
As he walked away, his expression was unpredictable, as if he were angry, or perhaps a little helpless.
Leng Ji couldn’t understand his expression, completely unable to fathom the Prince’s thoughts.
Glancing again at the two people slumped in the room, Leng Ji felt a headache coming on.
When did Fourteenth Master learn to drink so heavily? Truly a sight to behold!
After ordering someone to help Feng Jinrui back, and then looking at Qian’er, who had collapsed on the chair, Leng Ji’s headache worsened.
There were no other maids in Qianyun Pavilion. This girl… someone should help her back to rest!
Carrying her around like this, a young lady’s body was so soft, it was… quite awkward.
But outside, there were only the guards at the gate…
After hesitating for a long time, Leng Ji finally walked up to Qian’er.
“I have no intention of taking advantage of you… but, a young lady drinking like this, what kind of behavior is this!”
Really, not even knowing if she was being taken advantage of!
Too irresponsible towards herself!
Leng Ji bent down and picked her up.
So light!
Are all young ladies this light?
Holding her was quite fun…
…
Feng Yexuan didn’t know why he had carried this woman back to his room.
He had confined her, intending for her to cry and beg him.
He hadn’t expected that after these four days and four nights, he was the only one thinking about this.
This damned woman, who knew how well she was living!
Singing and drinking, a room full of men and women, without any rules!
If this matter spread, it would become further evidence of her “improper conduct.”
But he knew very well that this damned woman wouldn’t care!
Were the bad reputations of the past all due to this?
Those who didn’t understand the situation would surely think this woman was promiscuous, debauched, and shameless.
But he knew that neither Jin Rui nor Chu Wang could have any improper behavior with her.
Always so unrestrained, disregarding the world’s gaze, he didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Feng Yexuan placed her on the bed, his movements relatively gentle.
She hadn’t completely passed out; her watery eyes were still blinking slightly.
As if looking at him, or perhaps, unable to focus.
“You can treat other men with such warmth, but what about this King?”
He was truly a little angry, no, very angry!
This damned woman was kind to everyone, but when facing him, she was always cold.
Not indifference, but disdain!
Who gave her the audacity to be so presumptuous in front of him!
Feng Yexuan’s palm tightened and then loosened, then tightened again.
He really wanted to abandon her, but those eyes, that drunken little appearance…
“What do you want this King to do?”
He couldn’t control his emotions and suddenly strode over, grabbing her wrist!
“Why did you give me a divorce letter? Why did you deceive this King! You said you would stay by this King’s side, why didn’t you keep your promise?”
He had been severely injured those days, delirious from illness.
He didn’t remember anything else, but the only thing he remembered was that before he fainted, she had spoken, she truly had!
She had said she wouldn’t leave him!
But when he woke up, the person by his side wasn’t her, and all he saw was a divorce letter!
This damned woman!
Deceiving him! Abandoning him! Utterly untrustworthy!
He would never trust such a woman again!
“It hurts…” Chu Qianli, though drunk, still had some perception of pain.
Her wrist was held by him, and it truly hurt.
Feng Yexuan desperately wanted to ignore it, but the way she frowned was too piercing.
He didn’t want to see her brows furrowed together.
He slightly loosened his grip, but didn’t let go.
Just as he lowered his head, he saw her wrist, where he had just held her, becoming red and swollen.
The physical differences between men and women were indeed so apparent.
Just a little force could make her like this.
He couldn’t help but recall that night, her tender body beneath him, the red marks he had accidentally left on her.
Her gasping figure lingered in his mind, and his body instantly tensed.
“Let go.” Chu Qianli pouted her little mouth and shook her hand.
Unable to break free from his grasp, she was clearly unhappy.
“You scoundrel, let go, it hurts like hell.”
Her voice was hoarse, but he heard every word clearly.
She called him a scoundrel again!
She was simply tired of living!
Strangely, despite such insults, he couldn’t get angry.
His attention was inadvertently drawn to her delicate lips.
These little lips, pink and tender, with a thin layer of moist luster from drinking.
They looked so tempting…