"Pfft." Everyone burst out laughing when they heard this.

"I know, I know, our Sister Hua is really rich and powerful."

Honeysuckle frowned slightly: "Oh dear, I knew you all thought I was too materialistic."

Seeing her pouting lips, Wu Ying deliberately leaned closer to tease her: "Oh, when have we ever disliked you? We like you more than anything."

Honeysuckle was startled: "Where are you grabbing? Stop! How can you be more lecherous than a man?"

Wu Ying giggled and leaned close to her ear to whisper, "Hey, how's Mu Anyu in bed, hmm?"

Honeysuckle's face instantly turned bright red: "You, a girl, you, you shouldn't say such things."

Watching them play and joke together, Su Yunyan's melancholy mood gradually brightened.

Just as they were having a heated discussion, a crooked figure staggered toward them, and without saying a word, fell straight forward.

An Ning reacted quickly and caught him.

"Third Master?"

Mu Ange looked at him with sleepy eyes, her breath reeking of alcohol.

"Third Master, are you drunk?"

Mu Ange grabbed An Ning's arm and stumbled to his feet: "Oh, isn't this little Ningzi? This king... this king toasts you with a cup of wine."

An Ning's face scrunched up: How much did they drink? They're clearly losing their sense of hierarchy.

Wu Ying looked at him with a very bad expression. She stood up and stood in front of An Ning. She knew that An Ning was a woman, and she was sure that An Ning would not be willing to be entangled with the Third Prince like this. Therefore, she had to stand up and protect her.

"Your Highness, you're drunk. Go and rest." Wu Ying looked at him and said firmly.

Mu Ange was slightly taken aback, a clear glint flashing in his muddled eyes: Get out of the way, I have important business to discuss with Xiao Ningzi.

But he mumbled incoherently, "Ugh, I'm dizzy, I can't stand up, I... I'm going to fall."

As he spoke, he leaned against An Ning, his body swaying precariously.

Wu Ying was immediately furious: "Hey, what's the meaning of you leaning on him like that?"

"Let me help you." Meng Yun appeared behind them at some point and stepped forward to support Mu Ange.

“I will take him outside the palace to sober up.”

Mu Ange nodded, but then grabbed An Ning's arm.

An Ning frowned, but then saw Mu Ange wink at her: Come with me!

Wu Ying was about to step forward to stop him when An Ning quickly said, "He's as heavy as a pig. Sister Yun can't take care of him by herself. I'll help Sister Yun."

"Wu Ying, come back and sit down. Xiao Ningzi has his own errands to do." Qing Yao pulled Wu Ying to sit down.

"Alright." Wu Ying sighed helplessly and sat down dejectedly next to Qing Yao.

Behind the artificial hill outside the hall.

Mu Ange, who had been drunk as a madman, was now as cheerful as a gentle breeze and a bright moon. He leaned against the side of the artificial hill, his clothes fluttering, and his handsome profile, bathed in the soft moonlight, was even more captivating.

If Anning hadn't known he was all looks and no substance, she felt she would have definitely been deceived by him.

Sister Yun had to take care of the Emperor, so she turned around and went back after seeing him off.

So, only the two of them were left there staring at each other.

"Mu Anyu is a womanizer and fickle, not a good man." This seemed to be the first time he had spoken to An Ning so calmly.

An Ning was puzzled: "But I noticed that he was very considerate towards Sister Hua."

Mu Ange turned to look at her, his eyes shimmering like waves: "It's just a trick to deceive you. Seeing that you get along very well with those women, I'm just offering a word of advice."

Although An Ning had her doubts, she still carefully noted it down: "Thank you, Your Majesty..."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please don't stay here."

"Your Highness, please do not be anxious."

"Your Highness, please don't!"