Chapter 32 Drunk Jiang Zhiyao reached out and pinched his cheek

The weather was gradually cooling down, and it was time for Ji Wanqing and the Third Prince to get married.

Jiang Zhiyao had already received the invitation, and she went to the wedding banquet with Yan Zhenxi.

At the entrance of the Third Prince's residence, someone was there to greet them. After Jiang Zhiyao and Yan Zhenxi handed over their invitations and gifts, they were seated.

There were many people at the wedding banquet, including court officials and soldiers. Because of the large number of people and the formal occasion, Jiang Zhiyao couldn't keep holding Yan Zhenxi's hand. However, the two were very close, and no one noticed that Yan Zhenxi was holding onto Jiang Zhiyao's sleeve.

The wedding went smoothly, and the Third Prince was all smiles throughout. After Ji Wanqing entered the bridal chamber, many people surrounded the Third Prince to offer him wine, preventing him from seeing the bride too early. Of course, most of those who stopped him were soldiers from the army.

Jiang Zhiyao hadn't attended a banquet for a while, and today, after meeting with some old friends, they ended up chatting for a while longer.

After finishing his conversation, he turned around and found that Yan Zhenxi, who had been standing next to him, was gone. He was told that the Third Prince and his men had taken him out for drinks.

She was a little worried, but didn't know what to say.

"Alright, Yao Yao." Cheng Mingzhu took Jiang Zhiyao's arm. "Don't worry, there are servants here. It's fine. We can chat a bit more."

"This orange-stuffed crab is really good," Cheng Mingzhu said as she ate.

Thinking that this was at the Third Prince's wedding and that nothing unexpected should happen, Jiang Zhiyao felt relieved and also took a bite of the orange-stuffed crab: "It's really delicious."

After some time, the third prince also left the banquet, and the guests gradually departed.

After saying goodbye to Cheng Mingzhu, Jiang Zhiyao waited quietly for Yan Zhenxi.

"A-Yao." Yan Zhenxi arrived, carrying a faint smell of alcohol, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Are you alright?" Jiang Zhiyao asked with some concern. Although Yan Zhenxi seemed normal, this was the first time she had seen him drink alcohol, so she was still a little worried.

Yan Zhenxi shook her head: "It's alright."

"Let's go back to the manor now." Seeing that there weren't many people around, Jiang Zhiyao took Yan Zhenxi's hand.

Yan Zhenxi remained silent in the carriage. Jiang Zhiyao assumed he was tired, so she didn't speak either, but just looked out the window.

It was a bit dark before, and after returning to the mansion, Jiang Zhiyao noticed that Yan Zhenxi's face was flushed.

"Are you really alright?" Jiang Zhiyao asked Yan Zhenxi.

Several seconds passed before Yan Zhenxi replied, "It's nothing."

Jiang Zhiyao suspected he was drunk: "Who am I?"

“Ah Yao,” Yan Zhenxi replied quickly.

"Are you drunk?" Jiang Zhiyao continued to ask.

After a long while, Yan Zhenxi slowly replied, "I'm not drunk."

His tone was slow and carried a hint of certainty.

Jiang Zhiyao laughed. She asked the servants to make a hangover soup, and then watched Yan Zhenxi finish it.

It was bedtime, so Jiang Zhiyao helped Yan Zhenxi wash up and then put him by the bedside before going to wash up herself.

When she returned after washing up, she found that Yan Zhenxi was still sitting in the same position as when she left. Not only were his clothes unchanged, but his posture was also the same, and he was sitting upright on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Zhiyao was both amused and exasperated. She quickly went over and helped him take off his outer garment, then had him lie down on the bed, which Yan Zhenxi did as instructed.

Seeing Yan Zhenxi's unusually well-behaved appearance, Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but smile, bending down to tap Yan Zhenxi's cheek: "So this is what you're like when you're drunk."

Jiang Zhiyao helped Yan Zhenxi remove his blindfold. His cheeks were still flushed, and he looked a little sluggish, blinking slowly. Jiang Zhiyao was moved and couldn't help but kiss him.

Jiang Zhiyao suddenly had an idea and whispered in Yan Zhenxi's ear, "Will you remember tomorrow morning?"

I've heard that some people don't remember what happened when they were drunk after they sober up.

Yan Zhenxi didn't speak, seemingly not understanding.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Zhiyao reached out and pinched his cheek. She had wanted to do this for a long time, but she had never dared to do it.

Although Yan Zhenxi always indulged her, Jiang Zhiyao still felt hesitant to offend him because of his usually exquisite face and gentle temperament.

It felt soft to the touch, and Jiang Zhiyao laughed when she saw Yan Zhenxi's face being pinched.

Jiang Zhiyao originally planned to go to sleep now, but after lying down, she felt it would be a pity not to do anything more to Yan Zhenxi, after all, this was the first time she had seen Yan Zhenxi like this.

But Jiang Zhiyao didn't know what to do either. She thought for a moment and asked, "What's your name?"

"Yan Zhenxi." Yan Zhenxi answered earnestly.

Who is your wife?

“Jiang, Zhi, Yao.” Yan Zhenxi said each word solemnly, then added, “It’s A-Yao.”

Jiang Zhiyao smiled and her eyes crinkled: "Hold my hand." "Okay." Yan Zhenxi's hand found Jiang Zhiyao's, and he held it tightly, their fingers intertwined.

"Hug me." Jiang Zhiyao thought for a moment but still felt it wasn't enough. "Hug me tighter."

In response, Yan Zhenxi gave her a firm hug. He pulled Jiang Zhiyao into his arms, one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulder, holding her tightly as if trying to embed her into his embrace.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Zhiyao tried to pry Yan Zhenxi's arms off. "They're a little too tight. Loosen them a bit."

Her face was pressed against Yan Zhenxi's chest, which felt hard and uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhenxi loosened his grip slightly, but still held on tightly.

Jiang Zhiyao rested her head on Yan Zhenxi's arm and looked at his face, which filled her with joy, and said, "Kiss my eyes."

Yan Zhenxi immediately leaned over, but not only kissed the eyes. After kissing the eyes a few times, he continued kissing down the nose, cheeks, and mouth, pecking at them one by one.

"Alright, alright," Jiang Zhiyao quickly stopped him, and Yan Zhenxi finally stopped.

Jiang Zhiyao looked into Yan Zhenxi's beautiful eyes and placed a finger under Yan Zhenxi's eyelashes: "Blink."

Yan Zhenxi obediently did as he was told.

Feeling the ticklish sensation on her fingertips, Jiang Zhiyao laughed again: "That's enough."

After saying that, she took the initiative to fiddle with Yan Zhenxi's eyelashes a few times.

"How did it grow like this?" Jiang Zhiyao muttered softly, "Even her eyelashes are so beautiful."

Yan Zhenxi didn't speak, but blinked a few more times.

Jiang Zhiyao's fingers slid down to Yan Zhenxi's nose, and suddenly she mischievously pinched the tip of Yan Zhenxi's nose. Yan Zhenxi didn't react at all, and Jiang Zhiyao quickly let go.

Below that were Yan Zhenxi's lips. Jiang Zhiyao stroked his lip line and pressed her fingertip against Yan Zhenxi's lips.

"I've heard that people with thin lips are also cold-hearted." Jiang Zhiyao recalled this saying and asked softly, "Are you like that?"

Before Yan Zhenxi could say anything, Jiang Zhiyao immediately said, "Forget it, why bring this up?"

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Jiang Zhiyao withdrew her hand and closed her eyes.

After a short while, she remembered something and opened her eyes. Seeing that Yan Zhenxi's eyes were still open, she whispered to Yan Zhenxi, "You won't remember anything when you wake up tomorrow."

As if burying her head in the sand, Jiang Zhiyao repeated herself, then, seemingly still unconvinced, added at the end, "Do you understand?"

"I know," Yan Zhenxi nodded in reply.

After hearing the response, Jiang Zhiyao felt relieved and closed her eyes again. She was a little tired today, and her consciousness soon became hazy, and she was about to fall asleep.

Just before Jiang Zhiyao was about to fall asleep, she heard a familiar voice, soft yet earnest: "I will never be heartless towards Ayao."

Jiang Zhiyao's slightly furrowed brows relaxed.

When Yan Zhenxi woke up in the morning, she had already washed up and gotten dressed.

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyao had woken up, Yan Zhenxi asked gently, "Ayao, I was a little drunk last night and don't remember anything. Did anything strange happen?"

"No." Jiang Zhiyao immediately shook her head, then added as if to cover up her mistake, "You fell asleep as soon as you got back last night."

"That's good." Yan Zhenxi said with a smile, "It's good that we didn't disturb Ayao."

"I didn't mean to disturb you. You were very well-behaved last night." Realizing what she had said, Jiang Zhiyao stopped talking in annoyance. Why did she blurt out what was on her mind?

Yan Zhenxi chuckled softly, as if he hadn't heard what Jiang Zhiyao said, and didn't bring up the topic again.

How can someone be so cute?

Yan Zhenxi's eyes, hidden behind the veil, were full of smiles, and her fingers gently caressed the rim of the cup.

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"Is the Prince's residence really this big?" Cheng Mingzhu said curiously as she strolled around.

Seven or eight days have passed since Ji Wanqing's wedding, and today Jiang Zhiyao and Cheng Mingzhu have been invited to the mansion as guests.

Jiang Zhiyao also looked around curiously.

"Let's stay here for dinner today," Ji Wanqing said with a smile. "Let's try the chef's cooking."

"Let's visit some other gardens this afternoon."

“Okay.” Jiang Zhiyao and Cheng Mingzhu both agreed.

After a while, a bamboo grove appeared not far away at the Third Prince's residence.

Upon hearing what the servant had told Yan Zhenxi, the Third Prince laughed loudly: "You told me to finish speaking quickly so I could go back and have lunch with my wife. Didn't expect that your wife wouldn't be going back at noon today, hahaha."

"Third Prince." Before the Third Prince could laugh for long, a servant stepped forward and whispered to him, "The Third Prince's Consort said that she will be dining with Madam Jiang and Miss Cheng today, and that you do not need to go."

"Ahem." The Third Prince cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly and chuckled twice. "We're both in the same boat."

Yan Zhenxi ignored him, lowered her head to take a sip of tea, and said in a low voice, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner."

"Yes." The Third Prince's face turned serious. "Let's celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival first."

"When I went to the palace a few days ago, he looked like he was on his deathbed," the Third Prince sighed. "He still didn't want to see me."

"Has the edict of succession been written?" Yan Zhenxi asked.

The Third Prince shook his head: "No, if there were, Wu Gui would have sent the message immediately."

"It's funny." The Third Prince's face showed a mocking expression. "His most beloved Fourth Prince has never visited him once, while the Second Prince has been staying by his bedside the whole time, but anyone can see what he's thinking."

"Forget it, what's the point of talking about it?" The Third Prince chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I can't even get into his bedchamber."

"In a while, it will be yours," Yan Zhenxi said calmly, putting down her teacup.

"Yes." The Third Prince laughed again, his eyes filled with undisguised ambition. "I hope he can make it through the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is the first festival that Wanqing and I have celebrated since our marriage. We can't let him be disturbed."