"Brother Zhao Cheng, you're so mean! You said she's gotten fat!"

"You're at the stage of development, so you need to gain weight."

“But my mother says I should get married by now.”

"If you like someone, marry him; if you don't, don't rush. We have to be independent and not listen to your mother."

"Yes, Brother Zhao Cheng is right!"

Zhao Chengchao looked around and saw that more guests had arrived. He quickly put Wang Yucen down, then flicked her nose and said, "You're sixteen now. Don't keep throwing yourself at me like that."

"I want it, I want it!" Wang Yucen crossed her arms, looking smug.

"Fourth brother, you are about the same age as Sister Yu Cen. Bring her into the manor and take good care of her."

"Yes!" Zhao Zhan quickly replied. His face turned red when Wang Yucen jumped onto Zhao Cheng, and now that he was close to Wang Yucen, his face was even redder.

This was the first time he had ever met such a proactive woman!

After giving his instructions, Zhao Cheng went to greet the new guests, laughing heartily, "Oh, Mr. Jin, you've arrived! Thank you so much..."

Du Yucheng, who witnessed the scene, seemed to have been struck by lightning.

Wang Yucen's proactive manner and arrogant demeanor were not the Wang Yucen he knew.

Isn't this like a completely different person?!

And most importantly, why does she call Zhao Cheng "brother"?

The two are still so close!

What's going on?

Isn't Zhao Cheng her family's enemy?

Didn't he have a blood feud with her for killing his brother?

It feels like Zhao Cheng is her real brother!

Du Yucheng was completely bewildered, his mind buzzing with confusion. He stood there dumbfounded until he watched Wang Yucen follow Zhao Zhan into the mansion.

"General An Yuan, please!" Zhao Yan saw through Du Yucheng's hostility and gave him a cold look, speaking curtly.

Du Yucheng then snapped out of his daze, glanced back at Zhao Cheng, and followed Zhao Yan into the mansion.

But as I walked, I found my steps were getting heavy.

It felt as if a piece of my heart had been cut away.

...

In the days leading up to the big day, guests arrived every day. On the night before the formal banquet, many locals from Yanchuan City also came to freeload.

Zhao Huan doesn't entertain just anyone, but this time he got Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yan thoroughly drunk.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Cheng dragged Xu An out of his house, along with Xiao Luomu and Li Guanyu, and temporarily turned the four young masters of Yanchuan into his 'brothers,' making them join the Right Prime Minister's camp to help him cover up the drinking.

This was the first time Zhao Cheng regretted creating the immortal wine.

The alcohol is too strong; I really can't handle this kind of relentless drinking!

This drinking contest left Zhao Cheng's legs weak every day.

As a result, his wedding night with Zhou Nuo was moved inside.

Zhao Cheng closed the door and saw Zhou Nuo sitting cross-legged on the bed, breathing evenly with his eyes closed.

He often saw Zhao Wu doing the same thing, and knew that he was practicing his skills.

Zhao Cheng walked towards Zhou Nuo and said, "You don't need to go through all this trouble on our wedding night, do you?"

"You seemed to be having quite a bit of fun drinking on our wedding night!" Zhou Nuo said without even opening his eyes.

"There's nothing we can do; guests are always welcome."

As Zhao Cheng was taking off his clothes, his hand had just touched the bed when, with a 'snap,' Zhou Nuo opened his eyes and placed a large bow in front of Zhao Cheng.

Zhou Nuo pointed to the corner of the room on the right and said, "You stand over there and shoot."

Zhao Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "How can I ejaculate if I don't get into bed?"

Zhou Nuo then pointed to a target hanging on the left wall and said, "You stand on the right and shoot. You can go to bed whenever you hit the bullseye."

Zhao Cheng exclaimed in surprise, "I've already taken my pants off, and you want me to learn archery?!"

Zhou Nuo said, "Is it that difficult to travel such a short distance?"

Zhao Cheng pulled up his pants, raised the bow and pulled it twice, saying, "No, I can't even draw this bow."

Zhou Nuo scoffed, "You're a grown man saying you can't do it? Are you even that good?"

"Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses!" Zhao Cheng placed the bow on the table and said, "This is not my forte!"

"I don't care, you still have to complete one of my tests." Zhou Nuo got off the bed, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this, I'll lower the difficulty for you. I won't ask you to shoot arrows; how about pitch-pot?"

Zhao Cheng thought it was feasible and said, "Okay! Pitch-pot doesn't require strength!"

Zhou Nuo rummaged through the pot, handed ten arrows to Zhao Cheng, and said, "If you hit all ten arrows, you'll pass the test."

Zhao Cheng asked, "How many do you want?"

Zhou Nuo said, "Ten branches."

Zhao Cheng: "..."

"Are you trying to kill me? Just say it." Zhao Cheng plopped down in the chair.

Zhou Nuo sneered, "You've been having a lot of fun with Chen Feier these past few days, so I can't have some fun with you?"

Zhao Cheng immediately stood up and said, "Vote! I'll vote!"

Zhou Nuo smiled with satisfaction, patted Zhao Cheng on the shoulder, walked onto the bed and lay down, saying, "You should practice more first, and call me when you are confident that you can hit the target with all ten arrows."

As he spoke, Zhou Nuo pulled the cup to his chest and turned over to sleep.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Regardless of whether Zhou Nuo was actually asleep, Zhao Cheng patiently began practicing. Although pitch-pot looks simple, it still requires skill and practice.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack..."

After throwing more than a dozen arrows, Zhao Cheng either missed the rim of the pot or bounced off it. He longed to hear a 'thud'.

There was no other way; since I had promised Zhou, I had to keep my word.

As he continued throwing the wine, Zhao Cheng's attitude turned serious, and he became more focused.

"I may not be good at martial arts, but surely I can't even handle pitch-pot? I don't believe it!"

Zhao Cheng silently vowed in his heart that it would be worth the effort to get into bed with someone!

"Smack..."

outside the house.

Xu An, Xiao Luomu, and Li Guanyu pressed their faces against the window, listening intently. The more they listened, the stranger their expressions became.

Xu An asked softly, "What's wrong with him? Why is the frequency so slow?"

Xiao Luomu's expression was serious as he echoed, "I also find it strange. Logically, it should be a continuous 'slap slap slap' sound, but why is it 'slap, slap, slap' with pauses in between? Could it be... that there's something wrong with his body?"

Xu An chimed in, "Very likely, this guy's health is terrible, it's probably broken."

Xiao Luomu suggested, "Why don't we ask Mr. Minghua to take a look at him?"

"Please be patient."

Li Guanyu looked serious and said, "The young prime minister is in good health."

"How do you know?" Xu An and Xiao Luomu asked at the same time.

Li Guanyu said, "Have you ever seen anyone with a physical problem who could last this long? It's been two hours, and the slapping sound hasn't stopped! Which of you can do that?"

Xu An and Xiao Luomu suddenly realized.

Xu An clapped his hands and said, "I know! He did it on purpose; he just likes this kind of charm!"

Xiao Luomu was astonished and exclaimed, "The young prime minister really knows how to play..."

As the three were reflecting on the situation, shouts and curses came from inside the house.

"Get out of here, you eavesdropper outside!"