drunk

Everyone turned around, and the round-faced little girl with her hair in two buns smiled broadly.

It's a bud.

Liang Youan couldn't bear it: "Ya'er, don't be stubborn. The Black Xuan Clan is a pit of fire."

Ya'er smiled innocently: "It's okay, Ya'er isn't afraid."

"Ya'er is just a country girl, and I am fortunate enough to have met you ladies. I would die happy if I could. Besides, Ya'er is also a Dali person, and I should do my part for you."

She walked to Zhu Qinghe's side and said, "Princess, let Ya'er go for the marriage alliance."

“But…” Liang Youan wanted to say something more.

Zhu Qinghe spoke softly, interrupting her: "You'an, please sit down first."

"In the end, what the king means is that I should decide the final choice; what you all say is irrelevant."

This villain, she must act today.

This was Princess Fuyin's revenge on her; it was indeed ruthless.

“Ya’er,” Zhu Qinghe’s voice trembled slightly as she tried her best to control the tone at the end, “I’m sorry.”

Ya'er said in a relaxed tone, "It's alright, this is my mission."

"I've had a very happy time during this period, and that's enough."

Zhu Qinghe dared not look at her: "You'an, Chengwen, Qiuru, the three of them got involved in this mission because of me. Since I brought them here, I must bring them back safely."

"Once we get there, go find General He Xiao. I'll take you to see his portrait in a bit, and I'll talk to him to make sure he protects you."

"If anything happens, please inform General He immediately."

"Yes, Ya'er understands."

The matter was settled, and Zhu Qinghe told the others to leave first.

She gently sat Ya'er down in front of the dressing table. Ya'er was a little flustered: "Princess, what are you doing?"

"Although it's a marriage alliance, it's still a wedding, so she should dress up beautifully," Zhu Qinghe said.

She applied a light layer of powder and dyed her eyebrows with dark ink. Before long, a pretty face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

Ya'er stared in disbelief, blinking, "Is this still me?"

Zhu Qinghe stood behind her: "I usually wear disguise makeup, and I don't have all the makeup products. You have a good foundation, so you look beautiful even with just a little makeup."

Ya'er was embarrassed by her praise: "The princess is so beautiful, of course she doesn't need to wear makeup."

Zhu Qinghe took out a small wooden box, opened it, and inside was a silver hairpin.

The silver hairpin had a simple design, with branches extending from the head, forming an arc that protected a young bud at the top of the branch.

The material is not precious, but its strength lies in its vivid and ingenious design.

"This hairpin is for you," Zhu Qinghe said. "I originally planned to give it to you during the New Year, but I didn't expect that we wouldn't be able to wait until then."

Ya'er took out the silver hairpin and looked at it again and again with great affection: "Thank you, Princess, Ya'er likes it very much."

Zhu Qinghe wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly, "I'm glad you like it."

Three days later.

Ya'er boarded the bridal sedan chair for her marriage and officially began her journey.

Among the guards, He Xiao, disguised, concealed himself and subtly made a hand gesture to Zhu Qinghe and Shen Wumei, who were watching from afar.

After seeing Ya'er off, Mu Chengwen started making a ruckus again.

Whether it was pre-wedding anxiety or something else, as the wedding date drew closer, she felt like a caterpillar on a hot plate, extremely uneasy.

And here I am, dragging them out for drinks again late at night.

Even Bai Qiuru was persuaded to come back by her.

Mu Chengwen sighed deeply with worry: "What exactly happened? In just a few months, how come everyone has gotten married?"

Zhu Qinghe: "Hey, I didn't. It's all for the mission, it's fake."

Bai Qiuru chimed in, "Me too."

Mu Chengwen pondered for a while, then slapped his thigh: "That's right, it's fake."

Zhu Qinghe teased her, "What, are you serious?"

"But I think Prince Kesh is sincere towards you, so you can be serious about it too."

Bai Qiuru nodded: "Indeed, Prince Kesh is going to marry you as his queen."

"You put so much effort into it."

Single Liang Youan silently moved the pastry plate next to herself, then said with dissatisfaction, "Hey, are you guys discriminating against me because I'm single?"

"That's going too far."

There have been too many things going on these past few days, and Mu Chengwen hasn't had a chance to ask her much. Now he finally has the opportunity.

"By the way, what exactly happened between you and my brother? Tell me the truth now."

Liang Youan took a sip of wine, her face contorted with the effects of the alcohol: "What do you mean, 'what happened'? It's just that!"

"Has he confessed his feelings to you yet?" Zhu Qinghe also started gossiping.

"Ha," Liang Youan slammed her wine glass back onto the table, "Confess? How could that be?!"

As she spoke, her face fell and she began to cry: "He doesn't like me at all! I'm so fat, how could he like me!"

Zhu Qinghe and Mu Chengwen exchanged a glance. What kind of wine did you buy? How come she got drunk after just one sip?

Mu Chengwen shrugged. "How would I know? This is already the mildest wine of the Silver Tenon Clan."

Zhu Qinghe had a headache. She put her arm around Liang Youan's shoulder, moved the wine glass in front of her away, and coaxed her gently, "Okay, okay, don't cry. It's his fault for not liking you."

Liang Youan looked up, his eyes shining: "That's right, he has no taste!"

"Don't drink it, leave some for me."

"Qiu Ru, why are you drinking so much? Do you have something on your mind? His Highness Prince Qi has been quite good to you."

"What a load of rubbish! Men are all the same."

"That's right, cheers!"

"Look at your face, it looks like a monkey's butt, hahaha."

"What makes you any better? Your neck is all red!"

"Hey, Youan, that's not a pastry, stop eating!"

"Ah—who bit me?!"

Listening to the chaotic sounds inside.

The four men standing in a row fell silent.

Kesh, inexperienced, asked, "This should be almost over, right?"

Mu Chengwu snorted through his nose.

Kash: "..."

Yuan Qi spoke gently, "It should still be early."

Mu Chengwu patted Shen Wumei on the shoulder: "You were the one who took the lead again this time?"

Shen Wumei crossed her arms: "I'm not going. She's been in a terrible mood lately, and the others aren't much better off. If I go in, I'll definitely get beaten up."

Seeing that he had no chance, Mu Chengwu turned to Yuan Qi: "Your Highness Prince Qi, why don't you go?"

Prince Qi smiled but remained silent.

Kesh, eager to curry favor with his brother-in-law, volunteered, "I'll go."

This time, Mu Chengwu was neither arrogant nor sullen.

Anyway, I smiled and encouraged him, "Okay, go ahead."

Kesh turned and headed towards the door.

Three men behind him watched his retreating figure with sympathetic glances.

Man, you know nothing of danger.

Kesh knocked gently on the door, but there was no response from inside.

After thinking for a moment, he called out, "Wenwen, if you don't make a sound, I'm coming in?"

After waiting a while, he slowly pushed open the door and went inside.

The next day.

When Zhu Qinghe woke up, she felt a headache.

Shen Wumei handed her the hangover soup.

Zhu Qinghe: "Did I drink too much again last night?"

"Um."

Zhu Qinghe glanced at his face: "Oh, it seems we were quite peaceful after we got drunk yesterday."

Seeing that her face was alright, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's no wonder she was so worried; it's just that none of them were good drinkers. Several times, after waking up from a hangover, they would see Shen Wumei with an injured face accusing her.

She also said, "As soon as I went in, you jumped up and strangled me with your arm. After I fell to the ground, you called your sisters over and said something about fighting tigers! Anyway, I'm injured, my face hurts and my heart hurts. You should think about how to make it up to me."

That sounds so outrageous, is it really that exaggerated?

But he seems fine today, so nothing must have happened yesterday.

Shen Wumei's expression was somewhat subtle: "It's not that you're peaceful, it's just that some other unlucky guy suffered for me yesterday."

Zhu Qinghe: "Huh? Who is it?"

In the front hall, Mu Chengwen tapped his still dizzy head and glared at Kesh, who had come to deliver the betrothal gifts.

His face was bluish-purple, and he looked extremely miserable.

"What happened to your face?" Mu Chengwen looked at Mu Chengwu, who was trying not to laugh. "Brother, did you beat him up?"

Mu Chengwu immediately retorted in a strong voice: "Why would I beat him up? Don't blame everything on me."

Kesh quickly replied, "No, no, I fell down by myself."

Mu Chengwen looked at him suspiciously: "How could you fall and get yourself all bruised like this? What happened to your temples and forehead?"

Why does it look like there's a tooth mark on her chin?

Kesh, without changing his expression, said in one breath: "Last night, I stepped off the stairs and tumbled face down from the top step to the bottom step. That's it."

Mu Chengwu: "Hahahahahahahahaha."

Mu Chengwen: "..."

Are you mentally challenged?

How old are you? You still fall down the stairs. You're hopeless.

Yizhulou.

As usual, Bai Qiu went there for breakfast under the title of "Prince Qi's most favored concubine".

His bland white porridge and eggs were so bland that even a dog wouldn't eat them, but what could he do? After all, she was now Prince Qi's concubine.

If it weren't for the fact that she could occasionally go to Qinghe's place for some special meals, she really wouldn't be able to make it.

Although she was never one to indulge in culinary pleasures, it was only after leaving her hometown that she realized how delicious the food was in the Da Li Dynasty.

miss.

She sat at the table, waiting for the congee and side dishes to be served.

A bowl of tofu pudding sprinkled with cilantro was placed in front of her, and the familiar aroma wafted to her nose.

She was stunned.

"Your Highness, this...?" She was genuinely puzzled.

Yuan Qi's expression was indifferent, and there was still a bowl of plain porridge in front of him.

"I feel bad that you've had to eat plain porridge with me for so many days. I didn't know your taste before, but you can tell me what you want to eat from now on."

While touched, Bai Qiuru was also somewhat puzzled and asked, "Thank you, Your Highness, but why are you suddenly being so kind to me?"

Yuan Qi: "Didn't you say last night that no man is a good thing?"

"On the way to pick you up, you said that even a dog wouldn't eat plain porridge and side dishes."

Bai Qiuru: "..."

"...Perhaps Your Highness misheard?" She forced a smile.

Yuan Qi looked at her and said, "My hearing is very good."

"Besides, you're whispering right in my ear, so you probably won't mishear me, right?"

Bai Qiuru: "..."

Kill her.

"I'm sorry," she said, lowering her head in shame. "Your Highness, please forget about this."

Yuan Qi: "I also have a very good memory."

Bai Qiuru: Waaaaah, she will never drink again.