Her whole body was scented with the refreshing and pleasant "Yuelin" fragrance; finally, she walked straight to the destination carrying a basket of exquisite snacks she had prepared herself.
Normally speaking, according to daily rules, she cannot easily set foot in this forbidden area without special permission.
However, today is very special: because her brother is visiting inside!
Therefore, the people guarding the gate would naturally not prevent such a woman of legitimate identity from entering to visit.
Su Xiawei twisted her slender waist and walked gently into the main hall, with a playful smile on her face: "Brother, husband, I heard that you were drinking, so I specially made some snacks."
Normally, Fu Yu never allowed her to call him husband, but today with her brother present as a shield, she thought Fu Yu would not care too much this time.
As expected, Fu Yu just frowned slightly and said nothing more.
After Su Xiawei personally served the carefully prepared dishes, she even used the serving chopsticks to pick up a small piece and handed it to the two of them for them to taste. She said softly, "Take your time. I'll go to the kitchen and ask the servants to make some more hangover soup."
After saying this, she turned and walked towards a small stove in Qingshan Courtyard.
When she arrived at the kitchen door, Su Xiawei adjusted her mood a little, thinking to herself that fortunately she had known for a long time that her brother didn't like the taste of mutton and turtle, and these two were specially prepared for Fu Yu.
After waiting for a while, I saw from a distance my brother Su Jiashu walking out slowly, supported by a servant. His face was already a little rosy.
"Brother, are you drunk? Come, drink some hangover tea first."
As she spoke, Su Xiawei hurried forward and asked with concern.
However, Su Jiashu shook his head to indicate that it was not necessary and quickly left the place.
Su Xiawei then hurried back into the house and found that the originally bustling main hall had become empty.
So he searched everywhere and finally found Fu Yu sitting alone in the bedroom.
While secretly rejoicing in her heart, Su Xiawei placed the hangover remedy she had prepared earlier on the table, then closed the bedroom door and carefully locked it.
Shortly after returning to the courtyard, Jian Ji, the chief steward of the household, came forward with a smile and suggested, "Young Madam, please allow me to go in and serve the young master so he can rest."
"No need, go back and rest first, leave this to me."
Su Xiawei quickly glanced at Jian Ji, then decisively closed the door leading to the interior of the room.
At this time, Fu Yu, who was lying on the bed, had an unnatural redness on his face and looked very irritable and uneasy.
He had loosened some of the buttons on his shirt, as if trying to make it easier for him to breathe.
"Master, let me help you."
Su Xiawei walked up slowly and began to gently help him take off his coat.
She was thinking about her plan in her mind, and she had to be cautious with every step.
Today she deliberately imitated Wen Zhu's dress, even copying her hairstyle and makeup meticulously.
She hoped that after getting drunk, Fu Yu would mistake someone for someone else under the influence of drugs, so that she could achieve her goal.
Just as Su Xiawei approached cautiously and was about to kiss him gently, Fu Yu suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He saw through the truth at a glance and sneered.
Then, he swung his arm mercilessly, slapped Amelia Su hard, and pushed her far away: "Go away!"
The slap and the shove nearly caused Su Xiawei to fall. After finally stabilizing herself, she stared at Fu Yu with wide eyes, filled with shame, anger, and shock. "Master, what have I done wrong?"
However, her question was met with another cold sneer.
Knowing that she would lose all face if she stopped here, Su Xiawei decided to go all out and carry out the next plan regardless of the consequences.
She quickly took off her coat, threw it aside, took off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed...
Although she was nervous, she pretended to be calm and pulled the quilt hard to cover up all movements and sounds.
But she didn't notice at all that at this moment, the coldness in Fu Yu's eyes was more biting than ever.
Suddenly, a voice calling from outside the door broke the silence in the room: "Master, Master, are you okay?"
That was Wen Zhu's familiar voice!
After hearing the voice, Fu Yu seemed to be relieved and said, "Wen Zhu, come in."
After saying this, he pushed Amelia Su away without hesitation.
Outside, Wen Zhu heard the response and immediately went forward to try to push the door, but found that it could not be opened at all because of the bolt inserted from the inside.
She suddenly became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, knowing that she could not let Su Xiawei succeed in ruining the situation tonight.
"Manager Jian, the prince's voice sounds strange, break open the door!"
Wen Zhu turned and spoke to Jian Ji beside him, his words full of anxiety and helplessness.
At this moment, Su Xiawei's voice sounded with a hint of provocation: "No? I'm here..."
The sound of slightly accelerated breathing is intentionally added to increase realism.
Hearing this reply, Wen Zhu was even more certain of the emergency. "I heard that the young lady's voice was abnormal. Hurry up and kick the door open!"
She urged again.
Jian Ji, who was originally still hesitating whether to use brute force to solve the problem, felt that he could not delay any longer after seeing Wen Zhu's almost hysterical attitude.
Just as he was about to raise his foot to attack the wooden door, a muffled sound suddenly came from the room, which sounded like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Then, a sound of footsteps came from far away and became clearly audible.
Soon, Fu Yu appeared at the door.
He gently pushed open the door and walked in with a smell of alcohol.
He had a faint aroma of alcohol on him, and it was obvious that he had drunk quite a bit.
Although he looked a little drunk, his eyes were still clear and sharp: "Come in, Wen Zhu."
"Master, what happened? Why did the young lady fall down?"
Wen Zhu hurried forward and stretched out her hand to help Su Xiawei, who had fallen to the ground. Her brows were furrowed, and she was obviously very worried.
Su Xiawei knew that her current situation was irreversible, and a feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to do so spread in her heart.
She barely supported herself with the help of Wen Zhu's arm and said tremblingly, "The prince seemed to have drunk a little too much tonight. I just wanted to help him change his sleeping position so that he could sleep more comfortably. I didn't expect that I was unable to do it..."
"This so-called 'young lady' of yours just dressed up like you in front of me, and even called herself a 'maid'."
Having said that, Fu Yu's mouth corners slightly raised, and his eyes swept coldly towards Su Xiawei who was slowly standing up.
When Su Xiawei heard this, her heart sank, her lips were bitten until they lost their color, and tears were about to fall.
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