Seeing that she agreed, Guo Hao was as happy as a child. He immediately led her to sit in the main seat, and had the geisha called back. He then served her fine wine and food again and personally accompanied her.
The others had just witnessed Jiang Qingwan's skills, and she was also very beautiful, so they were all extremely excited.
If Qing Sui hadn't been standing behind Jiang Qingwan like a god of death, they would have already used the excuse of toasting to get closer to her.
Left alone in the inner cabin, Huo Zhen kept company with the wine vat, watching the commotion outside with longing but feeling powerless. He was so weak that he broke out in a cold sweat after standing for a while and had no choice but to give up. He angrily cursed the accomplice inside the wine vat as a female ghost.
He got so tired from cursing that he fell asleep again.
Jiang Qingwan's cultivation level has recovered considerably, and she can control her alcohol tolerance much better. Even with so many people toasting her, she doesn't feel dizzy or drunk.
However, she couldn't stop herself from constantly using her spiritual energy to monitor the entire pleasure boat, and she got a little tipsy. Her porcelain-white face turned rosy, and she rested her forehead on one hand, losing her aloofness and gaining a more endearing charm.
The others had already drunk halfway through the night, and many of them were now so drunk they were slumped over the table.
It was common for these rich young men to spend the entire night on pleasure boats, and no one mentioned going ashore.
Soon it was midnight.
The music from the surrounding pleasure boats gradually faded away.
The sound of water gradually grew louder.
The painted boats moored on the river were also rocked a bit by the wind, which made people even more sleepy.
Jiang Qingwan nodded her head slightly, her eyes almost closed.
The only one who was still conscious was Qinghui.
The fierce killing intent in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
After a while, just when Qinghui thought Jiang Qingwan was about to fall asleep, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and slowly stood up, supporting herself on the table.
Just as Qinghui was about to help her up, Jiang Qingwan made a shushing gesture, then turned to look at the inner cabin.
Everyone was asleep at that moment, their snores filling the air.
Qing Sui's ears twitched slightly; she seemed to hear the sound of birds flapping their wings.
He instantly thought of the black crow and immediately prepared for a defensive battle.
Jiang Qingwan's fingertips were already secretly drawing talismans.
Inside the cabin, a black, red-eyed raven landed on the wine jar.
Its feet were instantly burned off by the talisman on the stopper, but the crow seemed to feel no pain, strangely tilting its head to look at the stopper.
In his crimson eyes, talismans seemed to be flashing rapidly.
The talismans on the wine jar seemed to sense something and began to appear one by one. Just as all the talismans were about to appear, a golden light suddenly shone in and struck it.
The black crow was blasted away by the golden light and vanished into thin air.
When Jiang Qingwan and Qing Sui came in, they only saw a black feather land on the wine jar.
"It really is a black crow, Miss. If I go after it now, is it possible to catch its owner nearby?"
Jiang Qingwan shook her head, holding the feather.
"Are you sure the person you tracked down who found the feather on Hei Xiazi entered the Su residence?"
Qing Sui nodded.
"That man's lightness skill was strange, so I didn't dare to follow him too closely. He went to many places, including the government office, probably to deal with Black Bear's body. After entering the Su residence, he never came out again."
Jiang Qingwan looked at the feather that still retained a trace of spiritual energy and recalled the words she had read while reviewing battlefield documents at the Ministry of War that day.
Su Weichuan, Heavenly Gate Formation!
Could the person behind the scenes really be that renowned king of a different surname?
With a slight movement of her fingertips, she burned the feather to ashes.
"There's no need to investigate this matter further."
Qing Sui frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Is Miss afraid of implicating the Prince?"
Jiang Qingwan glanced at her.
"I'm afraid of implicating myself."
He said this with a rather angry tone.
Qinghui was completely bewildered.
Jiang Qingwan knew that the other party would not come to rescue Chang, so she prepared to return to the shore. When she went to the front, she found that everyone was fast asleep.
She kicked Guo Hao.
Guo Hao leaned to the side, holding a wine jar, and muttered something under his breath.
"Young lady, just give in to me."
Jiang Qingwan's lips twitched involuntarily, and she was just thinking of using some means to wake the person up.
Suddenly, Qing Sui pulled her behind her and drew her short sword.
"Someone's coming."
Jiang Qingwan looked towards the cabin entrance with a puzzled expression.
Soon a tall, straight figure appeared there, wearing a dark robe embroidered with golden dragons and pythons.
Who else could it be but Mo Yunhan?
The man stood amidst the shifting light and shadow, his expression obscured.
The chill emanating from it could freeze a person to death.
Qinghui recognized him and immediately sheathed her short sword and knelt on the ground.
"Greetings, my lord."
Looking around the room full of men and women lying down, some of the women were disheveled and nestled in the arms of men.
Mo Yunhan was furious.
"Jiang Qingwan, you really know how to have fun."
His deep voice was as if it were wrapped in ice.
Qing Sui felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.
She had personally witnessed how Mo Yunhan trained his bodyguards, and the brutality of his methods was something she dared not recall.
At this moment, he was already thinking about what kind of punishment he would receive.
Jiang Qingwan walked out from behind her, yawning leisurely, the effects of the alcohol still rising within her.
"You've come at the right time. I was just wondering how to get ashore. Is your boat outside?"
She bypassed several drunken dancers and walked to Mo Yunhan's side, not even glancing at his icy face, and went straight to the deck.
Standing in the night breeze, I looked around and saw that there were no other boats approaching the pleasure boat.
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