Ah Xiang handed the hangover soup to Hong Qiu'er and bowed.

"Oh, Miss Xiang, you don't deserve it. It's my fault, I didn't explain anything clearly."

Hong Qiu'er blushed and waved his hands repeatedly. He picked up the hangover soup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Thank you so much, Miss Xiang!"

After saying that, Hong Qiu'er threw down the bowl, turned around, and ran away in a panic.

"this……"

Ah Xiang felt a little strange looking at Hong Qiu'er's reaction.

Yan Ying laughed and said, "Don't mind him, Fatty Hong, he got shy right on time, that's why he ran away in a panic, haha!"

...

Inside the Western Chu palace, Xi Jing stood forlornly by the window, gazing at the moon in the sky.

He raised his hand to close the window, revealing a red corner of his sleeve and a hint of crimson on the collar of his palace robe.

Ren Lao nudged Ren Yuan's shoulder. "Am I seeing things? The clothes under the King's palace attire look so much like wedding clothes!"

Xi Jing's outer robe was white, and a crimson collar peeked out from under the palace-style outer robe. It was embroidered with mandarin duck patterns and was in the style of Western Chu wedding attire.

"You know what, it really is. The king's attire looks like a white palace dress over his wedding robes."

Ren Yuan stroked his chin and said thoughtfully.

“Yesterday, I heard from the tea server that the King ordered them to prepare the nuptial wine. I thought I must have misheard.”

"The nuptial wine, that's wine only drunk on a wedding day!"

"Could it be..."

Both those who worked hard and those who endured hardship spoke with one voice.

"Today is the wedding day of the Ninth Princess of Nanyang!"

"Your Majesty, this is..."

The Ninth Princess was married in Nanyang, while the King wore his wedding attire in Western Chu.

The two looked at Xi Jing in surprise. They had thought that the king was just looking for something new, but they never expected that the king had fallen so deeply in love with the Ninth Princess of Nanyang.

Even Xi Jing himself didn't understand why the little thing's voice and smile kept lingering in his mind.

"Your Majesty must be very sad right now. Go and comfort him."

Ren Lao nudged Ren Yuan, signaling him to go and comfort the bodyguard Xi Jing.

"Why don't you go? Why is it always me who goes?" Ren Yuan reluctantly pushed Ren Lao's hand away.

"you……"

As the two were shoving each other, a guard walked in through the door: "Your Majesty, someone from Nanyang just came to report that they have received the congratulatory gifts sent by Your Majesty."

"The envoy also said that there was a fat man in the Prince of Jibei’s palace who fed alfalfa to the alpacas. It seems that the people there know how to take care of alpacas."

"Alpaca?!"

Ren Lao and Ren Yuan exchanged a glance and realized that this matter was not simple.

"Your Majesty, is that alpaca the white jade alpaca you're referring to? Isn't that your beloved pet?"

Ren Lao and Ren Yuan thought Xi Jing must have gone mad to send his favorite white jade alpaca all the way to Nanyang.

"We in Western Chu have so many jewels and jades that Nanyang doesn't have. Even just one piece would be a presentable gift."

"But, Your Majesty, why did you send the Ninth Princess an alpaca?"

Xi Jing walked to the table, sat down, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smirk, "Don't you think the way that alpaca spat at you is a lot like that little thing?"

Ren Lao and Ren Yuan imagined it for a moment, and the alpaca's proud appearance did indeed bear some resemblance to the Ninth Princess.

"I want this alpaca to be kept in the Jibei Prince's Palace. I want Yun Duoduo to see the alpaca every day, so that whenever she sees the alpaca, she will think of me!"

Ren Lao and Ren Yuan exchanged a glance, sighed, and shook their heads.

[Your Majesty, this is truly a case of being possessed...]

"Did you find the assassin we sent?"

Xi Jing asked the guard who had come in.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I have already found the most famous archer in Nanyang. He will surely kill the Prince of Jibei with a single arrow!" The guard clasped his hands, knelt on one knee, and said with great confidence.

Xi Jing nodded in satisfaction. "Hmph, very good. Once the Prince of Jibei dies, that little thing will become a widow. At that time, I will have my own way of bringing her back to my side!"

...

In a mountain stronghold on Siming Mountain in Jiangning, the Right Wise King, dressed in a dark brown brocade robe, with small eyes and a hooked nose, was lying on a soft couch listening to music.

Two beautiful women sat beside the Right Wise King. One was gently pressing his temples with her slender fingers, while the other was softly massaging his legs.

"Sir, have a grape!"

The beautiful woman's sweet voice made Lu Ba's heart itch. He licked his lips, stared at the beautiful woman's chest, and swallowed.

He thought to himself, "When will I be able to hug this beauty?"

"Any news lately?"

The Right Wise King squinted, spat out a grape skin, and asked lazily.

Lu Ba waved his hand, signaling the two beautiful concubines who were massaging the Right Wise King to leave first.

When the beautiful woman saw Lu Ba chasing her away, she looked somewhat timid. She hugged her pipa to her chest, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, and she looked aggrieved.

Seeing this, the Right Wise King pinched and slapped the beautiful woman's buttocks, laughing, "Look at you! Reward me!"

The Right Wise King was fond of the alluring charm of these courtesans.

"This is a reward for you."

The person behind the Right Wise King handed Xiao Hongxiu a pear wood box containing two lustrous and translucent mutton fat jade bracelets.

"Thank you, sir!"

Meiji happily tucked the wooden box into her arms and swayed gracefully as she left.

After the others left, the Right Wise King asked again, "How is things in the capital?"

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, everything has been arranged."

"What about the Poison Sect?"

"Everything has been arranged."

"Alright, success or failure hinges on this!"

The Right Wise King drank the wine in his cup in one gulp and smashed the cup on the ground.

...

Inside the bedroom of the Prince of Jibei's mansion in Nanyang, Yun Duoduo lay exhausted on the bed, her eyes filled with stars.

Jin Jin got out of bed and brought her some warm water to drink. As soon as she moved, she felt intense pain all over her body. The tearing sensation made her forehead break out in a cold sweat.

Yun Duoduo gulped down the water in one go; she was extremely thirsty.

She had been shouting, and her throat was dry, itchy, and a little sore.

"How do you still have the strength?"

Yun Duoduo looked at Jin Jinzhi and asked. Her mind was filled with his fierce tiger-like appearance just now. Several hours had passed, and she was so tired that she couldn't move. How did he still have the strength to get out of bed?

How can he still look at her with such a smile?

Jin Jinzhi smiled, a slight curve to his lips, and reached out to wipe the sweat from Yun Duoduo's forehead. "If I didn't feel sorry for you, I could have continued..."

"you……"

Yun Duoduo almost fainted...

"Tomorrow, I will have the kitchen prepare a soup to nourish your body."

Jin Jinzhi looked at her with a mischievous grin, then gulped down several mouthfuls of water, returned to bed, gave her a light peck on the lips, a deep smile on his face, and pulled Yun Duoduo into bed.