Let Su Qingli lean on his arms and whisper soothing words
"Mr. Tan, don't you consider me a friend? If you're willing to show me your face, I'll tell you what nightmare I had!"
Su Qingli made a boast with a smile, but she immediately regretted what she said and wanted to go back on her word.
The Prime Minister of the dynasty and the Queen's brother are fighting for the throne in the palace. Can this be said casually?
"What if Miss Su is being cunning and tells me something that is not true? Wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?" Fu Xuechen said as he poured himself a glass of wine.
Su Qingli pondered for a while, and decided to keep it to herself. "It doesn't matter if you don't show it to me. I don't want to tell my nightmares anyway."
Fu Xuechen didn't dare to show his face. "When Miss Su wants to talk, she will tell me naturally."
"If Mr. Tan really considers me a friend, he shouldn't hide his true feelings from me. No matter how ugly a face is, it can't be uglier than a villain's heart!"
Su Qingli was very curious about what kind of embarrassing face the person opposite her who was always wearing a veil had. The more the other party refused to see her, the more she felt itchy and longed to see him.
"Miss Su, I drew a portrait of myself. Would you like to see it?"
Fu Xuechen remembered a portrait of a wanted criminal he was carrying and was about to hand over to the Ministry of Justice. The murderer in the portrait had disfigured himself to escape from the authorities. He was a twisted man with scars all over his face, and was extremely ugly.
Su Qingli nodded twice with interest, and saw Fu Xuechen take out a silver scroll from his wide sleeves. She quickly moved the bowls and other tableware away to make room for the portrait.
Fu Xuechen unfolded the portrait. The man in the portrait had a face full of unsightly scars. "Miss Su, this portrait is me. I feel disgusted when I see it myself. I don't have the courage to show it to anyone. Please let me go!"
Hearing the man's pleading tone, almost crying, Su Qingli could only hold his forehead and give up. "Since that's the case, I won't force you anymore. Mr. Tan, please do as you please."
"Thank you for your understanding, Miss Su. I will put the self-portrait away so that Miss Su won't feel uncomfortable looking at it and lose her appetite for the delicious food on the table."
After closing the scroll of the wanted criminal, Fu Xuechen pretended to be sentimental and drank a glass of wine.
Su Qingli had something hidden in her heart. No matter what kind of delicacies they were, she could not swallow them. But after taking just two bites of the delicacies in this bowl, she was full.
After a while, a violent coughing sound was heard from the opposite side.
He seemed drunk, and his mumbling voice was not as clear as usual. "Grandma, Grandpa, don't worry about your grandson. He can take care of himself. My friend Miss Su will help him. The family business will not wither."
Even drunk, Su Qingli was still worried about business matters. He sighed, snatched the other person's wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
With nowhere to vent her worries, she was holding back her anger and wanted to get drunk to relieve her worries. "Mr. Tan, we are in the same boat. I will get drunk with you and have a good drink!"
"Wine...my wine..." Fu Xuechen pretended to be drunk, stretched out a pair of soft paws, touched a wine glass with his left hand, and raised the wine pot with his right hand to pour wine into the glass.
Thinking of the other person's cough just now, she quickly snatched the drink away and stopped him from drinking it. "Mr. Tan, you have a heart disease, so you'd better not drink it. If you drink it and your old disease relapses, it will not be worth it."
After Su Qingli drank a few glasses of wine, her head became dizzy. She couldn't see the items in the private room, let alone Fu Xuechen's face.
Fu Xuechen took off the veil and let Su Qingli lean into his arms. He patiently guided Su Qingli step by step until she spoke the truth after drinking. "Miss Su, Miss Su! Can you see me clearly?"
Su Qingli's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and her whole body was weak, like a puddle of mud. If Tan Xi hadn't hugged her, she would have slipped under the table leaning against the chair.
"Who are you?" Su Qingli touched the fair and flawless face randomly, and there was an unforgettable figure in her drowsy mind, but the figure was blurry. The more she thought about it, the more headache she got. She frowned and muttered softly.
Fu Xuechen reluctantly uttered these eleven words beside Su Qingli's ear, "I am your husband, the Sixth Young Master of the Qi Family."
Su Qingli struggled weakly, "No, no, you are not Jinqian!"
"Then who am I? I am your husband. If you have anything on your mind, please tell me. We are husband and wife, so what can't be said?"
Fu Xuechen pretended to be Qi Jinqian's coaxing tone, whispered to comfort Su Qingli, and tried to get words out of the drunk Su Qingli.
"Jin Qian, can you tell me what is your relationship with Concubine Xie?" This is a question that has been bothering Su Qingli for the past few days. Fu Xuechen's treason was not beyond her expectations. He was powerful and influential, so it was not impossible for him to kill the king.
Fu Xuechen was surprised. All of Qi Yueqiao's life story came together immediately. Concubine Xie was most likely Qi Yueqiao's biological mother. The people he appointed could investigate in this direction.
"Qian Jue, give Miss Su the hangover soup. When she sobers up, send someone to take her back to the Qi Mansion."
"As you command."
The master and the servant each did their own thing.
It was several hours later when Su Qingli woke up from her drunkenness. Qian Jue placed her in a room with a bed in the teahouse and waited outside the door.
"Why am I sleeping here?" Su Qingli held her aching head, not caring at all if she had said anything nonsense after getting drunk.
I only remember that she was afraid that her friend, who was in a bad mood, would drink too much and have a heart attack, so she took away his wine and stopped him from drinking alone.
She was in a very bad mood at the time and couldn't help but drink.
She couldn't remember anything that happened after that.
Qian Jue, still wearing a veil, explained in a gruff voice, "Miss Su, you took pity on my young master, who was almost suffering from a relapse of his heart disease and was still drinking, so you took his wine away and drank it. It seems that you cannot touch alcohol, and you get drunk as soon as you drink."
Su Qingli rubbed her dizzy temples and glanced at the setting sun in the sky. "What time is it now?"
Qian Jue said respectfully, "In reply to Miss Su, around 7:57 PM."
Su Qingli looked around but couldn't see her friend for a long time. Worried about his illness, she asked again, "Where did your young master go?"
"The young master had a business deal to sign, so he didn't stay at the teahouse to wait for Miss Su to wake up. However, the young master did instruct that if Miss Su wanted to return to the Qi Mansion, the carriage would be ready at any time."
Of course Qian Jue couldn't tell the complete truth, only the second half was true.
She hadn't been back to the Qi Mansion for a long time. If the people in the Qi Mansion couldn't find her, it would be troublesome. She had to go back as soon as possible. "I should go back now. I hope your young master is okay."
Nearly half an hour later, Su Qingli jumped off the carriage on the street near Qi Mansion, and hurriedly ran towards Qi Mansion with her fluttering sky-blue skirt.
"Sixth aunt, where have you been? Sixth uncle is still looking for you outside." When Qi Caiyao saw Su Qingli enter the house, she hurried forward to explain the situation.
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