Gu An was shocked and almost broke free of his restraints, leaping off the horse.

Holy crap?

Seriously, old man Gu? You're just trying to shift the blame for a problem that could easily escalate into a major controversy?

I am your son!

In the end, Gu An rambled on and on without getting to the bottom of it; all he knew was fighting and eating sunflower seeds.

He doesn't know how to do anything else.

Mr. Gu's attempt to shift the blame failed.

The atmosphere reached a stalemate.

Fortunately, not long after, Madam Gu arrived with an imperial edict, saying that she had obtained three more days from the Emperor, and the matter was temporarily put to rest.

...

Meanwhile, the tyrant was taking Shen Jiao for a leisurely stroll on the rooftop.

Ji Yan only put the person down when they found a sparsely populated and relatively flat open space.

His face was irritated, yet he asked Shen Jiao in a serious tone, "Who am I?"

"You must be Snow White. Your skin is so white and your lips are so red. You look like Snow White."

Shen Jiao swayed from side to side, her mind somewhat clouded by alcohol.

Ji Yan's expression grew even colder, and his tone was chilling enough to make Li Wang tremble.

"Look carefully, who exactly am I?"

At this moment, Shen Jiao could not sense the tyrant's rage at all. She narrowed her bright, star-like eyes and examined him carefully.

He shook his head and said, "You're standing so far away, I can't see you clearly."

Ji Yan then approached her.

Shen Jiao shook her head again: "You're too tall, I still can't see you clearly."

Ji Yan patiently bent down.

Their eyes met, the lingering scent of wine on the girl's lips filling their breaths, and his gaze deepened.

Ji Yan subconsciously tried to lift herself up a little.

Unexpectedly, a slender hand suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him down forcefully.

"Hey, don't run away, you won't be able to see clearly if you run away."

Shen Jiao pouted, her eyes hazy, her head tilted, her eyelids growing heavy as she struggled to open them.

"Who are you……"

"You're the one I've been longing for... aren't you?"

...

As expected of the strongest liquor in Southern Xinjiang, Yi Kou Zui kept Shen Jiao unconscious for two whole days before she slowly woke up.

Upon hearing from the maid that Shen Jiao had woken up, Liang Heng, Gu An, and Madam Gu came to visit her one after another.

As for Ji Yan, he has been staying in his room these past two days whenever he has nothing to do.

When he was bored, he would braid Shen Jiao's hair. When he was even more bored, he would draw a few tufts of whiskers that resembled those of a hamster on Shen Jiao's cheeks.

The moment the three of them stepped through the door, apart from Gu An, they were all stunned by Shen Jiao's unconventional and outrageous appearance.

Madam Gu glanced at the tyrant who was in high spirits, and had no choice but to swallow her words of advice.

That's all.

She shouldn't say anything more; maybe it's just a little playful thing between lovers.

"Miss Chen, are you feeling unwell? This is a hangover soup that the kitchen has prepared." When Madam Gu was gentle, she was very elegant.

She took the hangover soup from the maid and handed it to Shen Jiao.

Shen Jiao was flattered and received it with both hands.

The hangover soup served by such a beautiful aunt must be especially sweet; we can't waste it.

So she tilted her head back and chugged it down in one gulp.

Shen Jiao handed the empty bowl to the maid and wiped her mouth, saying, "Thank you, Madam Gu."

Madam Gu's words, "Be careful, it's hot," and "Drink slowly," were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them out loud.

She paused for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter: "What an unpretentious personality! It seems that Miss Shen's temperament is quite similar to mine."

Indeed, the fact that you installed barbs on Gu Xiaoyou's whip shows that Madam is not particular about details, Shen Jiao thought to herself.

The Salted Fish Rule.

When interacting with elders, if you don't know what to say, just give a shy smile.

Shen Jiao smiled and said a few polite words before turning the topic to the Youlan River.

"I'm new here and have inadvertently caused trouble for Madam Gu and Master Gu. I'm very sorry. Madam Gu, would you be so kind as to tell me about this cursed insect?"

"There's nothing to hide about this now. The weather's nice today, so I've set up a banquet in the garden. Shall we eat and chat?" Madam Gu smiled.

Madam Gu was a beautiful woman in her early thirties. She was loved by her husband, had a filial son, and was very well-maintained, making her look several years younger than other women her age.

Her smile was gentle and pleasing to the eye, but Shen Jiao always felt that there was a bit of bitterness in her smile.

It seems that the Youlan River matter is indeed very troublesome.

Shen Jiao glanced at Ji Yan, wanting to ask for his opinion, but found that he was lost in thought again, and she didn't know what he was thinking about.

It can be said that ever since she woke up, the tyrant has been in a state of wandering the world.

If this weren't the cultivation world, Shen Jiao would have suspected that Ji Yan was meditating and cultivating.

However, what she didn't understand was, if he was just spacing out, why did he always have a smile on his lips?

Honestly, it really looks like a teenage girl in heat?

Stop, stop!

Shen Jiao quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts; this idea was too bizarre.

However, that so-called intoxication was truly intoxicating; her last memory was of that cloud of white mist, which she couldn't decipher.

I'm a little worried that I might have acted out while drunk.

She had never drunk alcohol before and didn't know how well she behaved when drunk.

If she were to speak recklessly and publicly reveal the educational pornographic films she watched when she was young and naive, she might want to die on the spot.

It seems I need to find a suitable time to ask the tyrant.

Shen Jiao noticed that Ji Yan showed no change in reaction to Madam Gu's suggestion.

Then he smiled and said, "In that case, I'll gladly accept your offer."

...

"The story of cursing the evil insect dates back to the beginning of last spring. At that time, everyone just called it an evil insect, without using the word 'curse'."

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