It was not yet dark, but a crescent moon was already hanging in the indigo sky.
At the fork in the road, Duan Xiao stopped and said, "I am the prince of Qixia. Going directly to the Mu Mansion might bring unnecessary gossip to your father. I have no choice but to part ways with you here."
After saying that, he sighed: "What a rare opportunity!"
I swallowed the words I was about to praise him for being so thoughtful and said casually, "Why don't you think about the gossip you'll bring me when you say that? I'm still His Majesty's concubine..."
Because of the darkness, we couldn't see each other's expressions clearly. The streets were still bustling with people. He paused and said in a low voice, "...Do you care?"
I was surprised and thought, yes, do I care?
I have been planning my escape. I always thought that I had never considered myself to be Song Heng's concubine, but if that was the case, why did I blurt out these words?
The silence between the two of them was made even more intense by the noise around them. In the dim light, Duan Xiao's chuckle could be heard: "Chen Shuang, you are so clear and transparent about other people's affairs..."
He didn't mean to continue, but I already knew what he was going to say next.
"Go back, the censor will be worried later." He waved a box of Begonia pastries in front of me.
I nodded: "Yeah...bye."
"Goodbye." He said casually, as usual.
I turned and walked to the right, passing by hawkers shouting, farmers pulling donkeys, and children chasing and playing... The street lights were just coming on, and I was wrapped in the worldly atmosphere as I walked towards the Mu Mansion.
When I entered the house, I sneaked back to my room and changed back into women's clothes. When I ran to the front hall, the large round table was already filled with delicious dishes, shining and fragrant. When Zhuang saw me enter, she hurriedly called me: "Come on, come on, we've been waiting for you!"
Mu Chenfeng was originally strolling leisurely with his legs crossed, but when he saw me coming, he quickly put his legs down and sat down at the table: "Sister is here, let's eat!"
"I'm back." Mu Anguo was not angry, and his bright eyes showed the kindness of an elder.
At first, the four of them were waving their wooden chopsticks and mumbling about family matters. Later, Mu Anguo got excited and said that this was a rare opportunity, so the four of them should have a good drink. Mu Chenfeng agreed with him, and Zhuang stood up to get some wine, and pulled me out of the room with her.
I was just thinking about asking the maid to bring it, when I arrived at the kitchen and suddenly, Zhuang whispered to me, "Shuang'er, your father has had a headache lately. I didn't want him to drink, but he's in a good mood today. Let's talk to him more and let him drink less, okay?"
I nodded quickly and then asked, "What's wrong with your headache? Have you seen a doctor?"
"You don't know your father yet. He's very stubborn," Zhuang said, shaking her head helplessly as she added some water to her wine. "He gets hurt for a while and then goes away. Every time I call a doctor, he waves them off."
When we returned to the front hall, Mu Chenfeng saw that we only had one pot of wine and stood up quickly: "Daddy's birthday is so rare, how can one pot of wine be enough for the four of us? I'll go get another one!"
"Yes, Feng'er is right this time." Zhuang was about to speak to stop him when Mu Anguo spoke first.
Zhuang had no choice but to pour the wine mixed with water in her hand to Mu Anguo first. Since I couldn't drink much, I quickly took a glass. After Mu Chenfeng came back, the four of us started drinking and chatting.
Why is it still so spicy even after adding water...
I took a sip and started eating again. Mu Chenfeng poured wine into a bowl and drank a gulp of it, then looked at me in confusion: "Sister, don't you usually like to drink this kind of wine the most?"
Yeah……
Now all three of them looked at me, and I immediately put down my chopsticks: "Just eat some more food to fill my stomach!" I smiled and took another sip.
Mu Anguo quickly finished his glass, and when Mu Chenfeng was about to fill it up again, Zhuang stepped forward to stop him, saying, "I still have some wine in this pot. Let me pour it."
Mu Chenfeng retracted his hand again, but after a few drinks, the small pot of wine was emptied. When Zhuang was about to get more wine, Mu Anguo quickly stopped her: "Chenfeng, don't you still have a pot? If you take another pot, you won't be able to finish it."
Zhuang had no choice but to give up. Seeing Mu Chenfeng serving us wine, I was fine after drinking one glass, but Mu Chenfeng and Mu Anguo's faces were already slightly red. After Mu Chenfeng drank a few more bowls, he could not even speak clearly.
But at this moment he suddenly sat up straight: "Dad, Mom, sister..."
"Hmm?" We looked at him, and he sighed as if he had made a major decision: "I have something to tell you..."
Zhuang and I didn't drink much. "What's the matter?"
"I, Mu Chenfeng, want to..." Before he could finish his words, he heard a "bang" and fell asleep on the table with his head tilted to the side. The small wine glass was shaken and fell over.
Mu Anguo blushed slightly and shook his head: "You are so grown up, but you are still so unstable."
Zhuang said to the servant beside her, "Send the young master back to his room to rest first, and then make some more hangover soup."
The servant stepped forward and tried to help Mu Chenfeng up, but Mu Chenfeng stuck to the table like a suction cup and didn't move.
Zhuang stepped forward and patted Mu Chenfeng: "Feng'er, Feng'er?"
Mu Chenfeng hummed and groaned a few times in response, and Zhuang said gently, "I'll have the servants take you back to your room to rest."
Mu Chenfeng fell silent again. When the servant approached again, Mu Chenfeng grabbed Zhuang's sleeve and murmured like a child, "Mother, Mother..."
Zhuang coaxed him gently and simply said to Mu Anguo and me: "I will accompany him back to his room first. This child has been like this when he is drunk since he was a child."
Mu Anguo curled his lips: "Come here earlier."
Zhuang winked at me, then glanced at the wine jar. I understood what she meant and nodded, indicating that I would look after my father. Only then did she feel relieved and sent Mu Chenfeng out with the servants.
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