An Ning shook her head, her eyes red-rimmed: "It's nothing."

Sister Yun said, "Even I'm not willing to talk about it anymore?"

An Ning reached out and, out of habit, hugged Yun's arm, just like in that world, hugging her best friend and confiding her secrets.

"Sister Yun, is a person's life really that fragile?"

Anning tried desperately not to recall the crimson stain on the bed, but the scene seemed to be working against her; the more she resisted, the clearer it became, so clear that she could almost see clearly how many wounds Bailan had on her back and how much blood she had lost.

Meng Yun's eyes flickered slightly, as if recalling a scene from long ago, a sharp pain flashing in his eyes.

She reached out and grasped Anning's cold hand: "Humans are very fragile, but they are also the most resilient."

This physical body is naturally vulnerable to swords and spears, and frail to the wind, but the human heart is steadfast, unchanging through the vast ocean and the heavens.

An Ning clutched her chest, which felt tight, and exhaled a breath of stale air: "Sister Yun, I want to drink. I want to get drunk."

Forget about court intrigues and palace conspiracies, there's only one thing: whoever messes with me, I'll mess with them!

Having figured this out, An Ning's heart finally cleared up a bit. Since today was Sister Yunyan's divorce banquet, she couldn't let things fall apart!

"Who else!"

An Ning's gloomy expression vanished, and she picked up a jar of wine and began shouting at the people at the table.

Upon hearing this, Wu Ying was no longer calm. She was determined to defend the title of the God of Wine of the Great Qi with her life!

"Hey, little Ningzi, come on, let's have a go!"

Yan Mufeng, who was under the table, heard the gestures and his hazy eyes lit up instantly.

She shouted, "Then let's do it!"

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and thrust his short sword straight upwards.

But she was so drunk that she didn't remember crawling onto the floor of the table during the first round.

And so!

Just as everyone was in a daze and drunk, a short knife suddenly plunged into the round table in front of them. With a crack, the table split open instantly, sending wood chips flying.

Lanxi paused for a moment, then clapped her hands and cheered: "Hahahaha, great, this is the legendary acrobatics, isn't it? It's really exciting, good, good, this princess will reward you."

Wu Ying was hit by the ejected wooden plank, fell to the ground with her body tilted to the side, and the wine pot shattered with a crash.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at An Ning, who was standing there stunned: "Little Ning, this round doesn't count, let's start over."

Qingyao had just finished washing her hands and returned when she saw this shocking scene: He Liyan, He Liyan, had literally divorced his own table!

Honeysuckle reached out and threw off the tablecloth covering her face, looking at them blankly: "What happened? Was there an earthquake?"

Xu Jiao'er watched helplessly as the entire plate of meatballs tumbled to the ground, pouting as if on the verge of tears.

Yan Mufeng tilted his body slightly, looked down, and realized that he was stuck in the middle of the table.

"Huh? I didn't prepare this program?"

Meng Yun and Qing Yao exchanged a glance, sighed helplessly, and then burst into laughter.

So, I might as well just get rid of this table.

The group sat on the ground and chatted about everything under the sun.

An Ning, holding a wine jug, addressed Wu Ying as a brother, insisting on a decisive battle before they would call it a day.

Su Yunyan pulled Jin Yinhua to sing, but no one knew what she was singing; it was just awful.

Lanxi held Yan Mufeng's hand and asked her where she learned acrobatics. Yan Mufeng gestured and said it was the true teachings of the world's number one female swordsman.

Only Meng Yun and Qing Yao were somewhat sober, but they were later also gotten drunk by Wu Ying.

As night deepened, people lay sprawled haphazardly on the ground inside the Bixia Palace.

However, before losing consciousness, Su Yunyan vaguely heard Jin Yinhua say that when opening a shop, you must first choose a good location!

All night long, she remembered only one sentence: Choose your seat first.

The ladies in the palace were having a great time, but the men outside were anything but calm.

As the sun began to set and the stars began to twinkle, he watched as his wife still hadn't come home in the middle of the night!

then.

The second, fourth, fifth, and sixth sons all requested permission to go to the palace to fetch their wives.

At the entrance of Bixiao Palace.

The four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

The fifth brother, always a man of good manners, said, "Second brother, please go first."

Mu Anyu seemed a little anxious and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

The people behind them exchanged glances, as if to say: Look at their worried faces, they really are a loving couple.

Mu Anyu rushed into the hall, taking three steps at a time, searching for Jin Yinhua's figure in the crowd.

"Oh, here it is."

Mu Anyu was about to reach out, but a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. After thinking for a long time, he patted her face with the back of his hand: "Wake up, Your Highness, wake up."

Jin Yinhua half-opened her eyes, and before she could see who it was, he grabbed her arm, picked her up around the waist, and carried her out of the palace.

"Fourth Song, please."

Mu Anwen looked at Mu Anheng and said.

Mu Anheng took a step back: "I noticed you looked very worried just now. Perhaps Fifth Brother should go first."

Mu Anwen shook his head: "Fourth brother is the eldest brother, and I should not overstep my bounds."

Seeing his resolute refusal, Mu Anheng stepped into the hall.

Xu Jiao'er was hugging An Ning's leg, smacking her lips, probably dreaming about something delicious.

An Ning was so drunk that she felt a scrutinizing gaze on her, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them, so she didn't see who it was.

Outside the palace.

Mu Anwen turned to Mu Anxiang and said, "Sixth Brother, I won't stand on ceremony."

He has always been like this: what is rightfully his, he will not give up even a penny; what is not rightfully his, he will never take.

Mu Anxiang, still with his usual nonchalant attitude, stood crookedly to the side and said, "Fifth Brother, you go ahead. If you have time, bring my wife out too."

Mu Anwen said solemnly, "I'm very busy, extremely busy!"

Mu Anxiang: ......

Yan Mufeng's arm went numb from being pressed down by Lan Xi's head, so he had no choice but to move his body. In a daze, he saw a figure walking towards him.

"Mufeng, wake up, I'm here to take you home."

Yan Mufeng pushed him far away: "Don't bother me, my arm is numb."

Mu Anwen staggered three steps and nearly fell.

"Mu Feng?"

Undeterred, he continued forward.

Yan Mufeng kicked again: "It's so noisy, I want to sleep, don't make a sound."

Mu Anwen mustered his courage and stepped forward again, grabbing her arm and saying softly, "Mu Feng, go back to sleep, the ground is cold."

Hearing that clear and gentle voice, Yan Mufeng felt it was very familiar. She opened her hazy eyes and looked at him, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh, you look just like my husband!"

Mu Anwen chuckled: "I am your husband."

After speaking, he reached out and lifted her up in his arms.

"Ouch!" Lanxi cried out in dissatisfaction as her head hit the ground because she no longer had a pillow.

Yan Mufeng nestled in Mu Anwen's arms, her gaze burning as she stared intently at his sharply defined jawline: "You must not be my husband. He's so frail, he certainly couldn't carry someone as heavy as me?"

Mu Anwen looked down at her and said with utmost seriousness, "Whether she is weak or not, you haven't tried it, so don't make any unfounded assumptions."