Chapter 54 Catering to Their Preferences
The old ancestor was determined to die.
The banquet was held in Bai Hugong's dilapidated thatched hut. The hut was brightly lit, and there were two rows of long tables in front of the eyes. Duan Jiuyou sat upright in the main seat, holding a jar of wine. His expression was surprisingly well-behaved, but his eyes were already unfocused.
She once boasted to Emperor Jiang that she could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and Emperor Jiang guessed then that she didn't have much of a capacity for alcohol. Now, seeing this, it was indeed a boast.
The Dragon Clan elder next door was drinking with Bai Hu Gong. Duan Jiuyou looked over in the direction of the sound, and even though he was drunk, he couldn't resist watching the fun.
"Go ahead and drink with him! It's okay, you can definitely hold your liquor, just drink with him, don't be afraid of him!"
Not only did she watch the spectacle, she also fueled it.
Elder Long wanted to have a drinking contest with Bai Hugong, but Bai Hugong felt he was almost done and didn't dare to challenge him. Duan Jiuyou couldn't stand it and beckoned Elder Long over, saying she would drink with him.
Elder Long accepted all offers of wine, claiming he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Duan Jiuyou, who always prided himself on being a wine connoisseur, was not about to let him steal the spotlight. So he challenged him to a drinking contest. Just as he brought the wine jar to his lips, a hand pressed it down on his lips.
The owner of the hand had a cold and refined face; it was none other than Di Jiang, the very person who had told her to get out.
"I'll drink with him for you."
Di Jiang took the wine jar with one hand and pulled Duan Jiuyou to the side with the other. The main seat was spacious, and she was squeezed behind him, instantly losing her status.
This man, no matter where he is or how he appears, exudes an aura that overwhelms all others, as if wherever he sits, that place becomes his kingdom, and all who see him are his subjects.
Duan Jiuyou stared at his retreating figure, her lips pursed in displeasure. She thought to herself, "Didn't he tell me to get lost? Didn't he say she was just pretending with him? What does it mean he's coming here now!"
"I don't need you to drink it for me!"
Her mind was foggy, and the alcohol was taking effect; she forgot that she still needed his help.
He didn't even try to take it back from her, letting her snatch it back, casually leaning against the armrest and smiling.
It's as if asking: Can you drink it?
—What's there to drink that you can't handle!
Provoked by him, Duan Jiuyou hugged the wine jar and gulped it down, soaking his front and half of it down his neck.
Elder Long was already drunk, and when Duan Jiuyou started drinking, he followed suit, not wanting to be outdone. His drinking style was even more unruly, almost like washing his face. The others at the table were already staggering and didn't even know who was drinking with whom. They just blindly cheered when they saw someone raise a wine jar.
The disciples of the Ao Sect were astonished. They thought to themselves, "We clearly sent 'that person' to persuade us to drink, so why are we letting our ancestor drink instead?"
On second thought, was their ancestor the kind of person who would listen to advice? This person is like a disobedient child; the more you tell her not to do something, the more she insists on doing it. It's better to let her drink freely until she can't drink anymore, and then she'll behave herself.
Sure enough, after two jars, Duan Jiuyou reached his limit. His mind was spinning, and he looked even more foolish.
Di Jiang then asked her, "Have you had enough to drink?"
This time she wasn't angry anymore, and nodded, saying, "That's enough."
"That's enough, come back with me."
"Um."
The treatment was handled with remarkable ease.
The disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Elder Long were to clamor for more drinks, a sensible disciple would step in to stop him.
Di Jiang scooped Duan Jiuyou up in his arms, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. After doing so, she felt a little uncomfortable, and then belatedly realized that she had a lot of resentment towards him.
Her entanglement with him began with a battle for supremacy.
She mistakenly killed him, then found him again. From then on, she always looked down on him. She made demands of him, coaxed him, and asked him to let go of his hatred and do good. He was not as indiscriminately killing innocent people as the rumors suggested, but he had a very difficult personality to appease. He was usually taciturn, but once he got angry, she couldn't argue with him even if she had ten mouths.
She had a terrible headache, and was filled with hatred and anger. She had countless things she wanted to say, but the alcohol was getting to her head, and her mouth was becoming clumsy. She could only secretly vent her anger by picking at the intricate patterns on his collar!
There were two female disciples waiting in the room. Di Jiang put Duan Jiuyou on the bed and left, leaving the inner palace disciples to take care of her.
The place is divided into inner and outer rooms. The inner room is for people to rest, and there is a corner door on the side with a bath room. Duan Jiuyou looked like he had been fished out of a wine jar. His disciples spent most of the day wiping and washing him before they were finally able to get him out.
In the outer room, two disciples who had been shielding Duan Jiuyou from drinking also returned, busily preparing dinner for their lord.
After taking a few bites, Di Jiang knew that Duan Jiuyou had prepared the food for him, and all the dishes were to his liking.
After dinner, they went to the inner room. Duan Jiuyou was sitting in front of the dressing table, having already changed his clothes. His long hair was draped behind him, and his disciples were wiping his hair. Di Jiang watched for a while and then took over the task from the disciples.
The disciples wisely left, giving Duan Jiuyou a series of meaningful glances before closing the door.
Duan Jiuyou secretly observed the imperial territory through the bronze mirror. At this moment, his thoughts were completely different from those at the banquet.
Just now, she only wanted to be a little temperamental with him, or even make a big scene. After drinking the hangover soup and taking another bath, she remembered that she wanted to ask him for a solution that would satisfy both sides.
Just now, when her two young disciples were serving her a bath, they said that when asking someone for a favor, one must know how to cater to their preferences.
"Although he was annoyed, he still went to pick you up even though we said you were drunk. This shows that he cares about you a lot. When you meet him later, don't mention the Emperor or the Dragon Clan. Just say things he likes to hear. If he's happy, he might agree."
Duan Jiuyou didn't know what to do to make Di Jiang happy. She remembered that the time he was most agreeable was that night when the two of them were lying in bed, and he coaxed her to be close to him. It was so sweet and affectionate at that time. His tone was gentler than usual, as if he had used up all his patience on her.
They whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears, he kissed her, tasted her sweetness, and chuckled softly in her ear...
As she thought about it, Duan Jiuyou's face turned red. Fortunately, she had kept her face red since she was drunk, otherwise he would have noticed.
However, Di Jiang still noticed her unease and turned his head to look at himself in the mirror.
What are you thinking about?
Duan Jiuyou felt guilty under his question and hurriedly said, "It's nothing, I just feel a little dizzy and want to lie down on the bed for a while."
Di Jiang looked at the half-dry long hair in his hand and said, "Don't lie down yet: your hair isn't dry, you'll easily get a headache when you wake up."
"Then I'll go sit on the bed," Duan Jiuyou said obediently.
Di Jiang hummed in agreement and sat down on the armchair beside him.
He sat upright and steady, like an old man, casually twirling a ring in his hand, showing no intention of going to bed, as if he really wanted her to "sit dry" her hair.
Duan Jiuyou was secretly worried. If he didn't come over, how could she win his favor?
Duan Jiuyou said, "Don't you have a technique that can dry hair? Why don't you let me use it?"
She remembered that he never dried his hair after showering; he would just walk a few steps and then "blow-dry" it.
Di Jiang raised an eyebrow: "Have you forgotten that we're still angry?"
What a petty person!
Duan Jiuyou sighed inwardly, "Has this matter not been resolved yet? He clearly went to pick her up."
She didn't dare argue, having never seen such a jealous person before. Yes, she could sense that Di Jiang was jealous, and it wasn't simply because she favored the Dragon Clan. Of course, favoring the Dragon Clan was something that displeased him, but compared to that, he disliked even more her constant consideration for Bai Yanxing.
Actually, no!
She wanted to explain to Di Jiang, but remembering her disciples' repeated instructions not to mention Bai Yanxing and the Dragon Clan in front of Di Jiang, she swallowed her words.
But if she didn't say these things, she didn't know how to coax him. Duan Jiuyou wanted to please him, but he didn't come over to sleep. After thinking it over, she thought, "I'll go over and act cute."
She was really clumsy in this regard, and could only recall what she had seen and heard in the human world, and walk up to the emperor in a recitation.
With a gentle sway of her moon-white dress, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sat on his lap.
A hint of surprise flashed in Di Jiang's eyes, but he didn't hesitate and naturally put his arm around her waist.
Not content with just one arm around his neck, she insisted on hanging her other arm on top of him, half-suspending herself on his body. Her flowing sleeves slipped down gently, revealing a delicate, snow-white arm.
This was a gesture she learned from the general's wife. Whenever the wife wanted to ask the general for something expensive, she would use this coquettish manner to fawn over him.
The general's wife's original words were: "It's not that I necessarily want that thing, I just want to make the general look good."
Duan Jiuyou altered it.
“I don’t necessarily want you to do anything, but the merit is really tempting. You are suffering from a cold illness, and each attack is very difficult to endure. I want you to suffer less and replenish your primordial spirit as soon as possible. As for who to save or for whom to save, I don’t care at all.”
"Besides, you're so petty," she said, boldly poking his chest with her finger. "I'm with you all the time, how could I possibly have anyone else in my heart?"
Usually at this point, the general would take his wife's hand, then dismiss everyone else, and the two would chatter for a while. The next morning, the general's wife would surely get what she wanted.
Duan Jiuyou didn't want to talk to Di Jiang in a suggestive way, as it was improper. However, she was willing to kiss and hug him like that night, or let him rub her when she was aroused. Firstly, she enjoyed it, and secondly, he seemed to like it too.
Unfortunately, Old Master Duan didn't grasp the essence of teasing. The general's wife's little hand was only caught by the general when it was moved down along her chest. She hadn't learned these details, and withdrew her hand after a quick poke. Di Jiang waited for a long time without getting any further response, and then burst out laughing.
"Finished performing? Don't you know anything else?"
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