After all, this man acted as if he didn't take me seriously during the day, but now he acts as if I am his real master.
That's really interesting.
However, seeing Jun Moyi's calm appearance, Sang Liwan knew that this man must have his own arrangements, so he didn't say much, nodded, and the matter was over.
Sang Liwan only took a glance and then withdrew her gaze from Butler Song. She looked at Jun Moyi and asked with a smile, "What bad things has your Highness done so late at night?"
Jun Moyi was stunned, neither admitting nor denying.
"Why do you say that Wanwan?"
Then, the next second, he saw Sang Liwan looking at him with disgust, "Look at the bloody smell on you, did you go to that precious dark room of yours again?"
Ever since Sang Liwan came out of Jun Moyi's dark room last time, he knew that was the place where Jun Moyi eliminated dissidents.
But she didn't care about this matter. After all, if Jun Moyi didn't have some tricks, he wouldn't have grown up safely until now.
Oh no.
Sang Liwan's gaze swept across Jun Moyi's legs.
It's not all peaceful.
So she just made a joke, and was a little curious about who the unlucky guy was this time.
However, when Jun Moyi heard it, he felt a little guilty.
He didn't care in the past, but now that he had different feelings for Sang Liwan, he subconsciously wanted to hide his ruthlessness in front of her, for fear of scaring her.
He completely forgot that the first time he asked Yan Hui to bring Sang Liwan into the dark room, it was with the intention of scaring her.
“Um…I…”
Jun Moyi couldn't think of any good excuse for a moment, and he didn't want to lie to Sang Liwan. After thinking about it, he decided to change the subject.
"Why are you sitting here drinking alone?"
Sang Liwan glanced at him and said nothing.
She couldn't tell Jun Moyi that today was her birthday before she traveled through time. She knew she couldn't go back, so she could only commemorate her past in this way.
That's all.
Sang Liwan would not tell Jun Moyi about these.
She simply took out another wine glass and placed it on the table, glancing at Jun Moyi sideways. "Would you like a drink?"
Jun Moyi sensitively noticed that Sang Liwan was in a bad mood at the moment.
He was a little curious, but he also knew that there were some questions that he shouldn't ask.
So, he considerately didn't ask any more questions, but just picked up the glass and drank it all.
It seemed that his actions pleased Sang Liwan, and her little face, which had originally looked a little lonely, suddenly became cheerful.
"Another drink?"
Jun Moyi didn't say anything, but just pushed the wine glass towards Sang Liwan. His meaning was indeed very clear.
Sang Liwan curled her lips, "Sultry and reserved."
Jun Moyi didn’t understand what “repressed and shy” meant, but when it came out of Sang Liwan’s mouth, it couldn’t be a good thing.
But he didn't bother with the other party.
A gust of night wind blew by, lifting the hair in front of Jun Moyi's chest. Sang Liwan subconsciously hooked her hand and wrapped it around her fingers from the end of the hair, circle after circle. Jun Moyi let her do it.
"Where did you come from, my lord?"
"Didn't you guess it?" Jun Moyi looked at her strangely.
Sang Liwan thought she might be a little drunk. She blinked, then shrugged her nose and said in sudden realization, "Oh, that's right, a bloody smell. It's awful."
Seeing a hint of drunkenness in her eyes, Jun Moyi knew that the little girl must have drunk too much. Under normal circumstances, she would not speak to him in such a tone.
Normally, I could only hear Sang Liwan say this when I shamelessly held her hand.
Jun Moyi's mouth was filled with evil spirits. He deliberately moved closer to Sang Li and asked, "Does it stink?"
When the two were far away from each other, Sang Liwan did smell a faint smell of blood, and thus guessed that Jun Moyi must have just come out of the dark room.
But now that the person really came in front of her, the smell of blood dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance of pine and bamboo.
Sang Liwan shook his head, "It doesn't stink."
After saying that, she moved closer to Jun Moyi, with the tip of her nose almost touching his collar, "You smell so good."
Jun Moyi burst out laughing.
I didn't expect that after this girl got drunk, she even stopped saying one thing and thinking another.
After smelling enough, Sang Liwan straightened up, propped up his head with one hand on the stone table, and squinted his eyes to look at the man in front of him.
"Who's the unlucky guy tonight?"
Jun Moyi picked up the wine glass again and took a sip, his eyes falling on the fair wrist that was exposed from under Sang Liwan's sleeve.
His voice was hoarse, "Butler Song."
"Butler Song?"
Now, Sang Liwan was a little confused. She did not forget that Butler Song had just greeted her with a lowered head.
She thought about it for a long time, but not only did she not figure things out, she became more and more confused, as if a jar of paste had been poured into her head.
She blinked and looked at Jun Moyi in confusion, but saw that he nodded at her seriously, telling her that her guess was correct.
"Is it really Butler Song?"
"Yeah." Jun Moyi responded lightly.
"Wait, wait." Sang Liwan raised his hand, his brows twisted into a knot, and his tone was full of self-doubt.
"Who was that person I just saw?"
How did it suddenly become a supernatural event?
Jun Moyi knew what Sang Liwan was thinking, and the smile on his face widened. "Butler Song too."
"Huh? Do you want to listen to what you're saying?"
Sang Liwan felt that the person who was drunk was not herself, but Jun Moyi. Didn’t she hear that he had started talking nonsense?
"I didn't say there was only one Steward Song."
"What..." Sang Liwan subconsciously wanted to refute, but she was not stupid after all, and she quickly understood the meaning of Jun Moyi's words.
Now, she was much more sober.
Seeing this, Jun Moyi was not in a hurry. He just poured himself a drink and waited for her to figure it out.
He knew that his princess was very smart and there was no need for him to explain things too clearly.
Sure enough, within two breaths, Sang Liwan suddenly raised his head and looked at him, "Did you arrange a substitute?"
Sang Liwan should have thought of it earlier.
When she saw that 'Butler Song' just now, she felt something was wrong.
During the day, Butler Song was perfunctory and arrogant when he first faced him, but after Jun Moyi stood up for him, he became timid and panicked.
However, the man just now was respectful and behaved properly, and it was obvious that he regarded himself as the master.
The only answer is that they are not the same person.
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