“Don’t worry about these things, just pass on the message,” Zuan replied.
"Alright." After finishing their business, Nanxun leaned closer again. "Young Master, are you sure you don't need me to serve you?"
...
Having finally escaped from the red-sleeved pavilion, Zu An wiped the lipstick off his face and couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "Why do I never touch Nan Xun?"
Is it because of the other party's identity as a ghost?
But in the secret realm, even the Ghost King... cough cough, it seems pretty good.
Had he been too lenient? Now, having absorbed the War Priest's cultivation, his body was in great turmoil and needed some rest. He had been somewhat reluctant to torment Bi Linglong when they were together, but if it were Nan Xun…
He shook his head, banishing these distracting thoughts from his mind.
It was no longer appropriate for him to openly fly away after leaving Hongxiuzhao. He strolled along the street, looking at the bustling night market of the capital, and sighed inwardly. He wondered how long these peaceful days could last. When demons invaded, these ordinary people would probably find it difficult to live so happily again.
He passed by the vicinity of the Prince Dai's Mansion without realizing it. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not stop.
Since the other party used Forget-Me-Not Rosemary back then, let bygones be bygones.
Meanwhile, Meng Chan was lost in thought in the attic. Although she had been released from prison, the Prince Dai's mansion was no longer what it used to be. Only a few servants remained. Looking at the once brightly lit mansion now deserted, she couldn't help but sigh. She felt that her life was bleak and that there was no point in living.
Just as she was about to turn around and go back to her room, her gaze suddenly sharpened as she spotted a familiar figure.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her previously ashen heart began to pound. She hesitated for only a moment before lifting her skirt and running outside.
She happened to run into the drunken Prince Dai in the courtyard. Seeing her running out, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going so late?"
Having narrowly escaped death, and given the falling out in prison, he naturally guessed what had happened. After their release, both sides tacitly avoided mentioning it again, but the other party never gave him a kind look again.
The two lived on opposite sides of the palace and rarely saw each other, like the most familiar strangers.
"I'm going to find my best friend to have a heart-to-heart talk," Meng Chan casually said, then suddenly stopped at the front door. "I'm staying at my best friend's tonight, I'm not coming back."
He immediately opened the door and left.
The Prince of Dai downed his wine cup in one gulp, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips: "Best friend, with the Prince of Dai's mansion and the Meng family in this state, who would dare to be your best friend?"
Although he wasn't particularly clever, he wasn't stupid either, especially after this major change, he seemed to have gained a lot of insight.
Chan'er, who was usually so quick to explain herself, was now only proving her guilty conscience.
His fingers, gripping the wine glass tightly, showed some bulging veins, but he finally sighed in despair. He knew that his life depended entirely on Chan'er, so what right did he have to say anything?
"Suck gently, Chan'er is most afraid of pain." He muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to, and directly picked up the wine pot and poured it into his mouth. He was already slightly drunk, and soon he was completely drunk. The wine pot slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, and only his deep snoring could be heard in the courtyard.
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