Invincible County Magistrate: I'm Rich Enough to Rival a Nation, Yet You Want Me to Be the Emperor's Workhorse?

Tang Huan transmigrates to a desolate land as a minor county magistrate, so poor that even the county office leaks wind. After enduring hardships, he finally resolves to change his fate. Through fi...

Chapter 129 A Pure Dream Presses Down on the Milky Way

Amidst the rippling water, the stars seemed even more beautiful than those in the night sky.

"I see……"

In a daze, I couldn't really distinguish between the sky above and the water below.

Without this slight intoxication, without experiencing it firsthand, one might not truly understand this poem.

Wu Lanxi took the initiative to open the second pot of wine and poured herself a bowl.

"Your Majesty, you've had enough to drink," Lin Wan'er reminded him.

Wu Lanxi did not answer and continued to drink silently.

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er did not stop her.

"Then how should we interpret the following sentence?"

Tang Huan stood up, poured a bowl of wine into his mouth, and then lay down on the ground in front of the Empress and Lin Wan'er.

"Your Majesty might as well do as I have done."

Wu Lanxi looked down at Tang Huan and found him gazing comfortably at the starry sky above.

Without much hesitation, Wu Lanxi, fueled by alcohol, simply lay down, not far from Tang Huan.

What comes into view is a black scroll laid out before your eyes.

Boundless.

Wu Lanxi's attention was completely focused on the vast darkness and the scattered points of light; she couldn't even hear what Tang Huan and Lin Wan'er were saying.

Perhaps I was already drunk.

In a daze, Wu Lanxi seemed to see her younger self appear before her.

Wu Lanxi suddenly woke up, not knowing how much time had passed.

She propped herself up with one hand and sat up, catching a glimpse of everything reflected in the water beneath the boat out of the corner of her eye.

"Drunk, unaware that the sky is reflected in the water, a boat full of sweet dreams presses down on the Milky Way; what a romantic line of poetry..."

Wu Lanxi turned her head and saw that Tang Huan had been fast asleep for some time, and she could vaguely hear his soft snoring.