He listened all night, and as dawn approached, Su Xinping finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
He almost missed something important because he fell asleep. Luckily, the King of Xiang knocked on the door, otherwise he probably wouldn't have woken up even after everyone else had left.
Did you do it yesterday or not?
When King Xiang saw him, he frowned and asked in a low voice.
"I did it!"
Su Xinping patted his chest, "What, they didn't make a scene?"
As he spoke, Su Xinping tilted his head to look.
According to his prediction, when Su Mochen opened her eyes in the morning and found that she had been forcibly taken her virginity, she would definitely scream and shout, and there would definitely be chaos outside.
But when he looked over, he found that Su Mochen and the palace maid Guizhi had already walked up the gangway and were about to get onto the deck, while Zhu Xinning and Wang Yingqiu followed closely behind. He did not notice anything unusual.
"Persimmon, you can't even hold your liquor as well as I can?"
Jing Zhe, who had been calling him brother after getting drunk yesterday, came up and slapped him hard on the shoulder, almost breaking him.
Seemingly feeling guilty, he forced a smile and said, "Hehe... I didn't expect Young Master Jing to have such a large capacity for alcohol!"
"Was it Shizi who treated me to drinks last night?"
Su Xinping knew something was wrong when Jing Zhe asked such a sudden question.
Damn it, did he find out?
Seeing that he remained silent, Jing Zhe said with dissatisfaction, "Persimmon, I remember very clearly last night that you brought me strong liquor yourself, so you must have paid for it!"
So it was asking for money! That startled me!
But then I thought, this strong liquor was clearly paid for by Emperor An, so why should I pay for it?
Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw Crown Prince Su Moyan push open the door and walk out. Not daring to get entangled with Jing Zhe any longer, he quickly took out a silver note, put it in Jing Zhe's hand, and left.
"persimmon…"
Su Xinping acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and walked faster and faster, disappearing into the cabin in a short while.
A jar of strong liquor for a hundred taels of silver?
What a fool!
Jing Zhe pocketed the silver notes, thinking happily.
...
After leaving the cabin and stepping onto the deck, Su Xinping frowned deeply.
What's going on?
He had tested the power of the Soul-Capturing Incense before; it never missed!
But Jing Zhe was still alive and kicking as if nothing had happened…
After reviewing the operations from the previous night and confirming that nothing had been missed, Su Xinping began to mentally rehearse the process.
The Soul-Capturing Incense should be fine. Jing Zhe, who was completely drunk yesterday, must have smelled it when he entered the room, and the drug's effects must have kicked in.
The fact that he didn't die suddenly means that he must have had sexual relations with a woman last night, but who that woman was is anyone's guess.
Su Mochen?
He looked ahead and saw Su Mochen disembarking, his face beaming with a smile. He didn't look like he had been forced at all.
Wang Yingqiu?
She showed no sign of anything amiss. Especially considering she was the mistress of Wuxian Garden, possessing an extraordinary and mature demeanor, why would she be interested in a pretty boy like Jing Zhe? If she were to be interested in anyone, it would be in herself, so she ruled out Jing Zhe!
Could it be Zhu Xinning?
The thought of such a passionate scene that defied morality stirred Su Xinping's emotions again, but then he shook his head. It was just a thought; how could it be possible?
If it wasn't those three, then who else could it be?
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Guizhi, who was standing next to Su Mochen, holding her waist and walking with a limp.
Holy crap!
Could it be her?
The thought that Guizhi's room was right next to Su Mochen's made it possible for the two of them to switch rooms further solidified his belief in this idea.
This beast, he didn't even spare the palace maids!
Su Xinping spat, but there was nothing he could do.
In the end, they could only leave disappointed.
...
When Jing Zhe came out of Wuxian Garden, he truly understood what it meant to say, "Don't ask if there are no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you?"
The streets are usually sparsely populated in the early morning, but today is an exception. The main street outside Wuxian Garden is packed with people, and people are calling out Jing Zhe's name from time to time.
Even more impressively, some people held up framed signs with the poem "Shuidiao Getou" written on them, demonstrating their remarkable speed and efficiency.
The moment Jing Zhe stepped out the door, a tidal wave instantly formed!
"Young Master Jing, the foremost talent in Anguo!"
"Young Master Jing, please inscribe a piece of calligraphy for me and leave your mark!"
"Young Master Jing, do you have a wife?"
"Young Master Jing, I want to have your child!"
"..."
It turns out that every era has its daring, brainless fans. Jing Zhe was quite pleased with the praise from others, but he was genuinely afraid of the strange woman who had given birth to his child—a woman with broad shoulders, a burly build, and a faint wisp of white beard on her chin.
This isn't about having a child for yourself; it's about having a monkey for him!
"I am unworthy of your kind words and praises!"
Perhaps, starting last night, his identity was destined to never be ordinary again, and he could no longer be too frivolous when speaking to these ordinary people, always preparing himself for the possibility of becoming a celebrity.
It will probably be very boring.
But for him now, he still enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention, waving gently and showing off his demeanor.
Standing in front of the crowd, his face was warm and gentle, like a spring breeze.
The people flocked forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of its true appearance.
Suddenly, a dark figure burst out from the crowd, squeezed through the throng, and came straight to Jing Zhe. Before he could react, a pair of large hands swept him up around the waist and rushed out of the crowd.
Before Jing Zhe could even shout "Help!", the dark figure chuckled sheepishly.
"Young Master, I've arrived!"
"You fucking..."
Jing Zhe covered his head, "Are you sick?"
"No, look at my physique, how could I get sick? Young chieftain, don't worry about me!"
He grinned widely and said with a simple, honest smile.
"Damn, I mean, who sent you?"
"Nobody asked me to come, I came on my own! Yesterday I saw someone taking Miss Zhang home, and I was worried, so I waited outside all night!"
With a serious expression, Hanhan said, "But Young Master, don't worry about me. I'm tough and thick-skinned. It'll be fine for me to sleep outside!"
"..."
I feel sorry for you, my foot!
Jing Zhe was truly speechless.
Whenever he was in danger, a beautiful fairy maiden dressed in a sky-blue Taoist robe would come to his rescue.
But whenever he's about to show off, this silly goose always comes out and ruins his plans!
It's practically a stumbling block on his path to showing off!
Seeing Jing Zhe deep in thought, Hanhan quickly waved his hand again: "Of course, Young Chief, you don't need to thank me, and you don't need to praise me. After all, protecting you is what I should do!"
"..."
This silly goose, when did he become so good at creating drama for himself?
Too lazy to waste time, Jing Zhe waved his hand and said listlessly, "Forget it, let's go back!"
"oh…"
Hanhan drove the carriage slowly forward, carrying Jing Zhe, feeling somewhat dejected: When did the young chieftain become so honest? He really doesn't praise him when told not to, and it's strange how he's not used to it!
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