Xie Yanzhou raised an eyebrow. "Even if you lay on the ground and rolled around, they would still say that the Poet Immortal was different from others, unrestrained and unconventional, and beyond worldly affairs. He was truly a god, and only someone like him could write such good poems."
Nanqianyue paused in her act of smoothing her hair. "Oh, I see. Then I'm relieved."
She slumped back into the chair, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle.
When the food and wine were served, Nanqianyue immediately picked up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth.
Xie Yanzhou snatched it away in time.
"Alcohol can't drown your sorrows, and it's even less effective for someone like you who isn't good at drinking."
Nan Qianyue frowned, picked up another flask of wine and hugged it to her chest. "Who said I was going to drown my sorrows in alcohol? I'm just drinking with you. It's no fun for you to drink alone."
Xie Yanzhou smiled at her for a long time before finally giving in, "Fine, you can drink, but you can only drink one pot at most."
Nanqian Yue smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes, uncorked the wine flask, and raised it to Xie Yanzhou, "Come on! Cheers!"
Xie Yanzhou used his thumb to pry open the stopper, stretched out his arm, and the jade pots struck each other with a crisp sound, releasing a burst of wine aroma.
Half an hour later, Xie Yanzhou looked at Nan Qianyue, who was swaying around the room and mumbling incoherently, and kept rubbing his temples.
I've said too much; I should have only let her have one drink.
"You mean... your alcohol tolerance is... really bad... you've only had such a little bit and you're already swaying like this..."
A drunkard wandered up to Xie Yanzhou, pointed at him, and laughed.
Xie Yanzhou's lips pressed into a straight line. "Qianqian, is it possible that you're the one who's swaying?"
"Nonsense!" Nan Qianyue glared at him, one hand on the table, the other pointing at his forehead. "You're the one swaying, I'll help you... freeze! Mommy... Mommy, please! Freeze! Freeze, freeze, freeze!"
"Oh no... you're too drunk... my magic power... isn't enough..."
Xie Yanzhou held her arm, afraid that she might lose her balance and fall to the ground.
"Qianqian, you're drunk. I'll take you home." Xie Yanzhou stood up and was about to pick her up.
Nanqianyue kicked him in the shin, yelling, "You drunkard! It was clearly you...you were drunk! I...I'll take you home!"
She waved her hand boldly, then turned around, squatted down, patted her shoulder, and said with a thick tongue, "Come on! I...I'll carry you back to the manor!"
Xie Yanzhou lowered his eyes and stared at a pink blob at his feet. After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed, his smile making his features even more handsome.
He walked around to Nan Qianyue, squatted down, and gently brushed the strands of hair that fell across her forehead. He tentatively asked, "Qianqian, do you like the Crown Prince of Nan Jing?"
"Huh?" Nanqianyue's eyes were hazy. "Who?"
Xie Yanzhou thought for a moment and said, "It's the person who made you cry today and wouldn't let go of you."
Nanqianyue pouted, "Bad person... I hate you!"
Xie Yanzhou couldn't help but curl up a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.
He then asked, "Do you like Prince Anzheng?"
Nanqianyue slapped him on the forehead, "I told you not to drink recklessly. Who is Prince An?"
Xie Yanzhou said seriously, "Qin Yi."
"...Qin what?"
"Qin Yi".
"...What Yi?"
"Qin Yi".
"...I don't know him."
"..."
Xie Yanzhou was thinking about how to describe it to her.
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.
Before Xie Yanzhou could ask anything, the door was pushed open, and it was Qingyi.
A woman in green opened the door and stood in the doorway. Qin Yi, dressed in a black robe, walked in with a serious expression.
At a glance, you can see two people squatting face to face in a group.
His expression darkened, and he walked straight over, then pulled Nan Qianyue up. He saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glazed.
"Who told you to give her so much alcohol?" Qin Yi questioned Xie Yanzhou with icy eyes.
Xie Yanzhou patted imaginary dust off his shoulder with the back of his hand, leaned against the edge of the table with his arms crossed, and sneered, "On what grounds does Prince Anzheng question me?"
"You're sleeping?!" Nan Qianyue pointed at the nose of the person pulling her and snapped, "Let go! Or... I'll beat you up!"
She swung her fist viciously.
Qin Yi's expression was indescribably grim; he stared at her silently without uttering a word.
His silence was seen as a provocation by Nan Qianyue, so she started punching and kicking him.
"Get off me, you ugly bastard!"
Xie Yanzhou watched the commotion leisurely from the sidelines until Nan Qianyue beckoned to him, "Little brother! Go! Let's beat him to death together!"
Xie Yanzhou touched his nose, straightened up, and prepared to pull her over.
Qin Yi was faster; he scooped her up in his arms and turned to leave.
Xie Yanzhou's expression vanished instantly; he stood there quietly, without giving chase.
Inside the carriage.
Nanqianyue was almost insane, lying on top of Qin Yi and violently beating him, even tearing at his clothes, like a mad dog.
The victim, Qin Yi, remained calm, simply holding onto her waist and letting her hit him.
Hearing the sounds from inside the car, the driver in blue felt uneasy and got goosebumps all over.
It wasn't until they were close to the Prime Minister's residence that the "mad dog" calmed down, closing his eyes and lying drunk in the victim's arms.
Qin Yi carried Nan Qianyue down from the carriage, and Lin Fei, who was leading a group of guards out of the mansion, glared at him, "Young Miss?!"
"Greetings, Prince Anzheng." Lin Fei realized what was happening and quickly bowed.
Qin Yi said coldly, "Call the old woman here."
The servants of the Prime Minister's residence acted quickly, and before long, the Prime Minister himself led several old women to rush over.
"Qian Yue!" Even before getting close, the Prime Minister smelled the strong odor of alcohol. He immediately questioned Qin Yi angrily, "Your Highness, you have quite the ability to get Qian Yue drunk so much! Don't you think you're showing a lot of disrespect to the Prime Minister's residence!"
Qin Yi gave him a dismissive look, silently handed Nan Qianyue to the old woman, and instructed, "Wipe her body, otherwise she won't sleep well. When she wakes up, she'll want to eat spicy food, so don't give her any. Give her some hangover soup first, and then prepare some light food."
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