Chapter 330 She Was Drunk, He Had a Chance?

you said I took something from you, I might be able to think about it, but if you say I stole your heartthrob, that's outrageous. The men I know are just those few, none of them are worthy of my atte..."Good! Well said! Do what you want to do, love who you want to love! We toast to Ge'er!" Feng Yanniang was intelligent and naturally understood Ge'er's good intentions. She exchanged a glance with Huo Yan beside her, and together they raised their cups to toast Xiao Yuge.

"Cheers to the song!" Ye Wuhuan also stood up.

"Cheers everyone!" Xiao Yu Ge also raised her cup to the crowd. This was perhaps the happiest day she had since leaving the Xiangfu, without her family, she still had them, how wonderful!

Perhaps because of her happiness, Xiao Yuge drank cup after cup. Before the banquet ended, she couldn't hold her liquor anymore and started to feel dizzy.

"Miss, please slow down..." Qing Luo tried to stop her several times from the side, but it seemed like nothing worked. He was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands.

"Qing Luo, I'm happy today, let me have a few more drinks. I won't get drunk..." Xiao YuGe forced his heavy eyelids open, supporting himself on the table and standing up. How come he felt so lightheaded This is what being drunk feels like It seems pretty good.

Unlike last time with the Immortal Drunkenness, which made you fall unconscious after one gulp, this one has a slow build-up. If you really get drunk, you might sleep for a whole day and night and still struggle to wake up.

“Little girl, drink less. You’re getting drunk.” Ye Wuhuan quickly stood up and helped her. Only he knew that she had unspoken bitterness in her heart, so she wanted to drown herself in alcohol, wanting to escape for a while, even just one night, one hour would do. He felt sorry for her.

“Night Bro, we agreed to not return home until drunk! Come on, let's continue drinking!” Xiao Yuge swayed and poured him a glass, then brought it to his face. She clinked her cup with his, and then, in one gulp, she drank the entire glass.

"Little girl, you can't drink anymore!" Ye Wuhuan supported her who was about to collapse, feeling a bit worried.

"Xiao Wu, go and cook a pot of hangover soup!" Feng Yan niang also hurried forward to support Xiao Yu Ge: "Ge'er, let's go back to the room and rest for a while."

"Sister Feng, I don't want to rest, I want to drink." Xiao Yuge shook his dizzy head forcefully, feeling a heavy head.

"You can't drink anymore!"

“Just one more cup, okay...” Xiao Yuge’s tongue felt like it was tied in knots as she spoke, but she still stared intently at the wine on the table. With a sudden lunge, the bottle of wine landed in her hand, and before Feng Yanniang could stop her, she downed several large gulps from the hotel pitcher.

"Little girl!" Ye Wuhuan quickly snatched the wine jug from her hands.

"Night Brother, tonight I want to forget those hatreds, forget those wounds, forget everything. I just want to get drunk this time..." Xiao Yuge extended her hand towards him, her eyes telling him that she wanted to get drunk.

Ye Wuhuan pursed her lips, seeming to have made up her mind: "Alright, I'll go with you!"

"Lord Ye Ge..." Feng Yan Niang didn't expect the usually cold and ruthless Lord of Qianji Pavilion to be so irrational at times.

"It's fine, let her drink. It's the last day of the year, she doesn't need to live so soberly." After Ye Wuhuan finished speaking, he poured two cups of wine and handed one to Xiao Yuge: "Little girl, Big Brother Ye will accompany you, we won't return until we're drunk!"

"No return until drunk!"

Windy Lady pressed her forehead, fortunate that most people had dispersed by now. Otherwise, the young master of the Frost and Snow Pavilion and the head of the Qianji Pavilion buying wine drunk here—it would shock people's jaws if this got out!

The bitterness in his heart, the pain that he had never spoken of, was swallowed down with every cup of wine. He held onto a love for her that could not be expressed, knew all her secrets, yet couldn't avenge her. This guilt tormented him. Even after twenty years of clarity, he wished to indulge in intoxication.

Before long, Xiao Yuge was slumped over the table, drunk. Ye Wuhuan seemed to be quite inebriated as well.

"Little girl, you're drunk..." He propped himself up, wanting to help Xiao Yuge who was lying there, but as soon as he stood up, he almost fell.

"Master!" Luckily, Ming Ye arrived in time to help him up.

"I'm fine..." Ye Wuhuan shook her head, dizzy. It seemed that being drunk was this kind of feeling, really uncomfortable.

"Song!"

When Feng Yanniang came back after arranging everyone, she saw this scene and couldn't help but panic. She estimated that the prince would be here soon. If he saw the homeowner drunk like this, that esteemed god might go berserk.

"Midnight, quickly help your lord back." Feng Yianing knew that if the Prince saw the Lord drinking with another man, he would go crazy. Today was a reunion night, so she couldn't make a scene at Ruyi Pavilion. So she told Midnight to take Ye Wuhuan away immediately.

As expected, the moment Midnight had just helped Ye Wuhuan leave, Qian Tingxuan rushed over in a hurry.

"Little Song!" As soon as he entered, he saw Xiao Yuge sprawled in Feng Yanniang's arms, and without caring about anything else, he helped her up and reprimanded Feng Yanniang: "Why did you give her so much alcohol"

"I..." Feng Yanniang had a bitter tale to tell, but she was just a singer, and how could she possibly stop the host Besides, there was also the Master of Qianji Pavilion. Even if she wanted to stop him, could she actually do it

"Go make a bowl of sobering soup," Qian Tingxuan said, looking at Ge'er who was mumbling incoherently in his arms, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"It has already been prepared," Feng Yian replied cautiously, afraid of angering this great deity.

Qianting Xuan carried Xiao Yuge directly back to his room, and it seemed like no one thought anything of it. After all, for the past few months, he had been climbing onto the landlord's window every night.

"My Lord, the sobering soup is here." In a short while, Qingluo brought the sobering soup in.

"Greetings to you, Your Majesty. You may now leave." Qian Tingxuan took the hangover soup and dismissed Qingluo first.

"Yes! This servant will take her leave!" Qing Luo looked at her young mistress with some concern.

"Rest assured, with this King here, your young mistress will be safe!"

"Thank you, Lord!" Only then did Qing Luo retreat with peace of mind, carefully closing the door.

"Little Song, come here, have some hangover soup first." Qian Tingxuan held a bowl of hangover soup in one hand and helped Xiao Yuge up with the other.

"It's disgusting, I don't want to drink...I want to drink wine..." Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiao Yu Ge took a sip, she wrinkled her nose and spat it out, waving her little hands and saying she wouldn't drink another drop.

"Come on, drink this first, and then I'll give you some wine, okay" Even as a prince, Qian Tingxuan had to act like a nanny right now, coaxing her gently, hoping she'd be able to drink it and feel better.

"No, don't drink..." Xiao Yuge closed her eyes, weakly waving her arms, almost knocking over the bowl of sobering soup.

"Little rascal! Your guts have grown fat, not only daring to refuse me, but also drinking like that. It seems I've spoiled you too much. I should lock you up." Though she said that, and though she was angry, seeing her like this, he couldn't bear it. He tilted his head back and drank the bowl of sobering wine soup in one gulp. Then, holding her face, he fed the rest to her!ment, she finally understood how those thieves had come. Recalling what Nangong Jian had said just now, those people must have followed Nangong Jian when she was in seclusion, then investigated everyt...