“Of course.” Su An sat with her hand supporting her chin, pointing at his cheek as she looked at him.
For some reason, she felt that Fu Zhun seemed somewhat melancholy tonight.
His eyebrows and eyes remained calm and indifferent, and he spoke as usual, but a dark mist seemed to shroud his eyes, making his expression somewhat distant and hazy.
Hmm... he looks even more dashing and handsome, unattainable.
When Su An spoke again, her tone was filled with concern: "Today is a joyous festival for family reunion, why does Your Highness seem troubled?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhun's faint smile froze on his face.
He looked at Su An, a rare hint of surprise on his face. "Hmm?"
He believed he had hidden his emotions very well.
Su An felt embarrassed; she couldn't very well say that she had keen insight and was meticulous, could she?
So she gestured toward the wine jug on the table, saying, "I rarely see you drink. If you're going to drink, then drink. Other people drink with joy, but you look so melancholy."
When she arrived, the three of them were drinking alone at the stone table in the courtyard, and the atmosphere wasn't exactly cheerful.
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhun merely pursed his lips slightly.
He raised his hand and poured himself another glass of wine, his voice slow and barely audible: "Family reunion brings joy and laughter; this night on earth surpasses even paradise, truly a day of perfect harmony and happiness."
Su An watched him drink it all in one gulp, and a hint of melancholy seemed to gather in his eyes. His face was cold and jade-like, without any redness, but he looked as if he was already half drunk.
Before he could even begin to speak, his hoarse voice, filled with suppressed emotion, rang out: "After my mother was banished to the Cold Palace, I only had time to accompany her to admire the Mid-Autumn Festival moon one last time before I had no more chances."
Su An's heart skipped a beat, and she opened her eyes slightly in surprise.
Mother? Cold Palace?
She instinctively asked nervously, "Why?"
Fu Zhun's knuckles, gripping the wine cup, bulged with veins.
"My mother was seriously ill in the Cold Palace. She could have relied on the Emperor's past favors to ask the imperial physician to save her... but she gave up the chance to live, dragging her ailing body, and finally, on her deathbed, she obtained the Emperor's moving permission to allow me to leave the palace!"
"My mother is too foolish..."
Fu Zhun's face was dimly lit by the moonlight, and he drank the wine without realizing it, one cup after another.
Seeing his reaction, Su An opened her mouth in disbelief.
Fu Zhun had never spoken of the past, and although he only uttered a few words, it was not difficult to discern the many hidden details within them.
His mother died of illness in the cold palace...
No wonder he was unusually dejected and drinking alone during the festive season when families reunite.
Su An felt a pang of heartache in her eyes. Without saying a word, she took a glass and poured herself a drink: "What's the point of drinking alone? I'll keep you company!"
After saying that, she imitated him, tilted her head back, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The strong liquor slid down his throat, burning like fire in an instant, making Su An shiver and his eyes redden.
Good heavens, this liquor is so strong! She felt intoxicated immediately after just one cup, while Fu Zhun actually finished the whole pot!
"With your alcohol tolerance, you'll probably get drunk in just a couple of sips. You really don't think before you speak." Fu Zhun shook his head helplessly and reached out to snatch her wine pot.
"This wine is strong and not suitable for you."
Seeing this, Su An immediately objected, grabbing the glass and saying, "You know strong liquor? Strong liquor is bad for your health. You don't care about yourself, but I do, okay? As the saying goes, 'One should risk one's life to accompany a gentleman.' If I drink it all, you can drink less!"
Fu Zhun's dark pupils twitched, and his outstretched hand froze.
Su An picked up the entire wine jug, grinned, and waved it at him, "Cheers!"
"What?" Fu Zhun asked, stunned.
Su An unceremoniously clinked his wine cup against Su An's, then tilted his head back and sipped his wine.
He swallowed it down with a hearty "glug glug".
Before long, her fair face flushed crimson, and her eyes immediately became hazy with intoxication.
Fu Zhun couldn't help but chuckle. Unable to stop him, he followed his heart and swallowed the wine down his throat.
The liquor was still strong, burning his lungs, but this time he felt a warmth emanating from his heart.
Su An, still half asleep, leaned over and gently patted his hand, comforting him, "A man should shed tears, otherwise he won't feel better! I'll lend you my shoulder!"
Fu Zhun was slightly dazed. Looking at the loving expression in Su An's eyes, he leaned down and buried his head in her neck and shoulder as if possessed.
"..."
An Yi, who was hiding in the treetop, was so shocked that his pupils trembled and he almost fell.
He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Jian Yi on another tree, his jaw dropping in astonishment: "They... no, the Prince and Miss Su, have always been like this... all lovey-dovey?"
He had been on other missions before and was only transferred here because of the Shadow Guard incident. He had never seen anything like this before!
Jian nodded expressionlessly, seemingly unfazed: "Does Your Highness have a taste for this? If you know what's good for you, stay away."
After saying that, he quickly retreated to a distance of ten meters.
An Yi didn't understand, but was greatly shocked. His lips twitched as he silently retreated.
Su An was so drunk that he lost track of time.
So the next day at noon, she turned over in a daze and didn't realize what was wrong when she touched something that felt off.
"What is this?" She vaguely grasped it; it was firm and elastic, and she was even more confused.
Where is her soft, cozy bed?
Su An suddenly opened her eyes, but the next thing she saw was a man's warm and broad chest.
And because of his own scratching and rubbing, there were still fresh five-finger scratch marks on his chest...
"???"
Su An had an instant urge to scream, but she froze and couldn't utter a sound.
She slowly and laboriously raised her eyes to look up, and what she saw was Fu Zhun's perfect handsome face, and at the same time met his eyes that had just opened.
Fu Zhun was awakened by an unusual sensation in his chest.
Looking at Su An, who was lying in front of him with one hand still clutching his chest, he took a deep breath and silently swallowed.
"Su...An?"
Su An's face suddenly turned as red as a tomato. She jumped three feet away, incredulously clutching her groping hand, stammering, "Don't, don't call me! I don't know what happened either!"
Didn't she and Fu Zhun drink until they dropped last night?
Could it be!
She glanced nervously at herself, then at Fu Zhun, and found that their clothes were intact except for being a little disheveled. She breathed a sigh of relief!
A blush spread from Fu Zhun's neck to his ears. He quickly looked away and coughed softly, "Jian Yi!"
"Your subordinate is here." Jian Yi's figure leaped in from outside the window, his head bowed, not daring to look directly at him.
Fu Zhun asked in a hoarse voice, unable to control himself, "What happened last night? Why is Miss Su here?"
Upon hearing this, Jian Yi's expression twisted for a moment.
His lips twitched for a while. "Last night... Master and Miss Su were both drunk. Miss Su was out of her mind and clung to Master, saying she wanted to be Master's mother and refused to let go."
"Your subordinate dared not act without permission, so I had no choice but to take Master and Miss Su back to their room!"
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