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Anger rushed up Zhan Beiye's head, but somehow he managed to tolerate once again. He paused and said, ”Fuyao, I know you are angry with me over what happened that day…”

”Ah, Zhuzhu, I remember there is a winehouse in the city that serves really fragrant alcohol. Shall we go and drink?” Meng Fuyao spoke loudly, covering Zhan Beiye's voice as she grabbed the curious Ya Lanzhu that was trying to listen in. ”I'll treat, you'll pay…”

She escaped with her tail between her legs, vanishing from Zhan Beiye's vision. Zhan Beiye laughed bitterly.

Little Seven, who was being him, loudly commented, ”Your Majesty, bash her up!”

Zhan Beiye turned back and glared at him.

Little Seven continued on loudly without fear. ”The women we had in our hometown, there were some who didn't listen either. Easy, lock her up in the woodshed, beat her up and from then on, they will definitely serve their husbands obediently!”

Zhan Beiye did not know whether to laugh or to cry. He could not help but scold, 'Idiot!”

”Your Majesty, women are beaten to be good. Listen to me, it's definitely right!” Little Seven insisted.

With a stomach full of frustration, he thought about Meng Fuyao and the big pile of papers waiting for him to pass in the imperial study. Who would have the energy to seriously reply this idiot's ramblings. Annoyed, he got on the horse and headed back to the palace as he replied, ”If you have the ability, you go and lock her up. You go and bash her!”

With troubles weighing down on his heart, he waved the whip, and the black horse dashed off, leaving a trail of smoke.

Little Seven was a little slower. This impulsive idiot sat on the horse with a hand on his chin as he very seriously considered the last ”decree”…

Alas, even the words of the unlucky resulted in trouble.

Misunderstandings were created when words clashed…

”I am a pervert from the north-”

”Two tigers two tigers run quickly-”

”Chichichichichi-”

As the night fell, the two humans and one guinea pig hugged each other as they sang in public. They held onto each for support as they stumbled along. The guards followed behind, though they didn't dare to get close to these two crazy drunkards—one would hug people while sobbing and the other would catch a person to beat up. No one could or would get close to them.

They finally made it back to the residence. Zhangsun Wuji and Tie Cheng came out to welcome them. Tie Cheng carried Ya Lanzhu while Zhangsun Wuji held a drunkard in one hand and a drunk guinea pig in another, sending the two back to their room.

This drunkard took a peek and sent out a punch. Halfway, she stopped short. 'Punch the heavens, punch the floor or even the emperor. But not this Crown Prince, he's too poisonous.'

The other time she caused him to be a little bit injured. Look, how long did she have to be the chef, the nurse aid, and even the masseur…'But that being said, the Crown Prince had such good body… So smooth, so pleasant for the eyes… Perfect for viewing pleasure…'

A certain someone giggled as a few drops of saliva dripped out…

Zhangsun Wuji personally helped her clean up and covered her with a blanket. He sat down beside her, looking at her as he commented, ”You incorrigible drunk. Your position is higher and higher, and the people who can keep you in check get lesser and lesser. If I'm not around, who's going to keep you in check?”

Meng Fuyao giggled as she reached out to grab the beautiful face in front of her. She held his head in place as she seductively whispered, ”I, a beauty… a prince… can keep a dynasty in check, can't I keep… myself… in check?”

Zhangsun Wuji laughed as he took her hands off his face and squeezed them between his palm. He slowly placed his fingertip on her fingertip as he looked up slightly, as though he wanted to read her inner heart by putting their fingers together.

His face bathed in the serene moonlight. In the silence, there was a sense of passion, yet between those brows, it was the markings of the troubles of worldly affairs.

After a moment of silence, he said, ”You have your troubles, struggling half your life. Your journey is to move forward, yet your heart remains ashore. You… are never willing to stop for anyone.”

Meng Fuyao hugged his palm as she slept comfortably and inelegantly, with saliva dripping from her mouth.

Zhangsun Wuji slowly pulled back and looked towards afar. ”Fuyao, I've received a message from my teacher, I've to return.”

Meng Fuyao flipped over and replied with an 'En'.

”I might not be able to receive information about you for a while.” Zhangsun Wuji frowned and gently patted her back. ”You must be careful.”

Meng Fuyao hiccupped and grabbed Lord Yuan Bao over, shaking him left and right.

”I'll leave Yuan Bao with you.” Zhangsun Wuji hesitated. ”But you have to protect yourself and don't rely on its abilities too much.”

Meng Fuyao scoffed. 'I need a rat to save me? Forget it.'

Zhangsun Wuji no longer spoke as he pulled her in his embrace. Meng Fuyao laid comfortably on his thighs, too lazy to move. She was surrounded by his unique scent as she drifted in and out of her dreamland. In her dream, it was a beautiful landscape as countless of snow white flowers fluttered down to the ground, covering all the 2,000 jade steps. Purple clouds scattered in the sky gently floated. A man turned back and smiled; a handsome beauty with looks that charmed those in his way.