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'Huh?'

Hmph!

Ya Lanzhu jumped up, grabbing one wine jar, and she flung it around.

She leaped towards a wall along the alley. In mid-air, she whirled the jar in her hand, launching it forward against the incoming arrow. Just as she flung out the jar, she noticed something wrong from the corner of her eye. She turned around and saw that Lord Yuan Bao was missing. And then, she spotted a ball of white fur with huge eyes gawking at her from inside the jar…

Ya Lanzhu shrieked as she lunged forward. But she was too late. The wine jar had already collided with the arrow. Ya Lanzhu screamed again as she closed her eyes, afraid that a bloody skewered guinea pig would greet her the moment she opened her eyes. In the end, she heard a man holler.

Ya Lanzhu hesitantly opened her eyes and witnessed a sauve Lord Yuan Bao stepping on the arrow as it did a perfect 360-degrees somersault, and its claws heading towards the man who drew the bow…

It clawed out his eyes…

That man hollered in pain, swinging his sword randomly. With swift movements, Lord Yuan Bao skittered around, avoiding the sharp blade flexibly. There were a couple of close shaves, scaring the onlooker witless. She quickly rushed forward and smashed the other wine jar over. That group of men in grey swarmed over, surrounding her completely with razor-sharp swords in their hands.

The leader of the group looked over to the majestic King of Dahan Manor and hesitated. Then, he ordered decisively. ”Get this over quickly!”

Ya Lanzhu giggled as she drew her dagger. ”Come, I haven't fought in a while, and I'm itching to fight!”

Lord Yuan returned to her shoulders and posed in an intrepid manner.

They encircled her. Ya Lanzhu's curved dagger brought with it a rainbow light, forcing them to retreat. In the hectic situation, she turned back to look at the dying person she just saved. He was disheveled; his messy hair stuck to the gooey blood, covering half his face. Even so, Ya Lanzhu managed to recall who he was eventually.

Surprised, she gasped, ”It's you—”

As Ya Lanzhu and Lord Yuan Bao savored their wine, Great Ol' Mighty Meng was still in her beauty sleep.

She dreamt that she was in a huge palace, feeding her mother ginseng soup. It was tranquil in the palace. The only sounds that could be heard were the tinkling of the ceramic spoon against the bowl. She smiled at her mother, her mother smiled back at her. Just like that, the two happily gazed at each other. Suddenly, someone broke into the palace and then a gigantic stone crashed onto her.

Meng Fuyao's eyes flung open…

A nightmare? Ghost on her body? Why did she feel that the heavy object was still on her, and there was an icy breeze coming in?

Then, the scent of alcohol hit her, and she could hear the breathing sound of another.

She slowly looked as she tried to decipher who that person was based on his clothes and size.

That… That… That damn Zhan Beiye! He actually dared to use her as a meat cushion and just fell asleep like this?!

Meng Fuyao immediately pushed him off viciously, but Zhan Beiye suddenly rolled over. Not only did he not fall off the bed, but he was also now facing her, hugging her tightly.

Meng Fuyao frowned. She lifted her knees and tried to move him away from her with all her might but even so, that man remained unmoved.

Meng Fuyao scowled and reprimanded, ”Zhan Beiye you are drunk from all that Yellow Wine! How dare you barge into my room!”

The person on her suddenly opened his eyes, and she found herself facing that pair of black pupils in close proximity. Behind those eyes, it was as though there's a dark abyss eager to suck her in. With such a gaze on her, Meng Fuyao felt as though her heart was being pulled in by those eyes and actually started to ache.

That guy mumbled. ”This is my room.”

”Uh…” Meng Fuyao was stunned. Surveying her surroundings, she realized that the decorations of this room looked nothing like how a master bedroom should, rather, it looked more like a guest room. Could it be that she was the one that made a mistake instead?

”Fine, I'll let you then.” Meng Fuyao pushed him away, but Zhan Beiye refused to move. Lazily, he muttered, ”I've drunk too much. I don't want to move after lying down.”

He stayed still, leaning against Meng Fuyao as he took in her natural scent. The fragrant scent of hers made him inebriated like the wine tonight, with light undertones of jasmine that lingered in his lung chambers.

This scent was all around, enticing one to chase after it. Yet, it was always dancing amongst the wind, untouchable.

Zhan Beiye closed his eyes and took a deep breath…

He didn't think too much, he just wanted to quietly immerse himself in her presence and smell. He had all the wealth in the world but yet, such precious alone time with her was not something that could be bought.